Having my percolated coffee black because I’ve run out of
milk and don’t want to run to the CORNER store to get more. I’m in pjs and I have
to change for work soon so no, I will not go. I shall sit here and dream of
milk until tomorrow when I get my lazy butt out of bed and down to Tescos.
I’ve moved my flight up to 11th Sept. some time
in the afternoon. I am ready for my camino. I’m ready to be open to change and
what it’ll bring. I’ve dreamt I haven’t been ready and yes it’s going to be
scary but the best kind of scary! And as long as I keep my pack light and look
after my feet, I’ll be fine. I owe so much to Amanda. I did a trial pack for my
Camino because I’m so excited; I almost have everything I need. My lounge room
floor was covered in clothes and gear, everything scattered around in a chaotic
order.
I found a nice little bar in Ealing. We went for drinks
there two weeks ago and it’s really cute. Great music, little lights and lamps
outside and sweet little tables and chairs. Outside is quite couple-y but the
whole thing is cosy and I’ll definitely go there again.
Treated myself to some sparkly clothes last weekend. Nothing
like what I’d normally get but I thought I needed a change. The glittery skirt
is very Carrie from SATC and the dress is gold, sparkly and floor length, can’t
wait to wear it. Lord knows when I’ll wear it but when I have an opportunity, I
shall.
Natalie took me along to an Irish pub in the city a few days
ago to watch the semi final Gaelic football, Kerry vs Dublin. I had a Guinness
in my hand and my back smushed against the bar because the pub was that full. We
were both going for Kerry and yelling along with the rest of the pub when they
came from behind late in the second half to get 5pts up at half time. But then
Dublin retaliated and Kerry couldn’t get past the strong Dublin defensive line
and Dublin won by 2pts. I barely had any idea what was going on but I’m not
completely invested in the game, conveniently at the end of the season. The
final is on in 2 weeks so if I’m not working I’ll watch it. I’ll get an Irish
buddy to teach me all the rules and by the start of the next season I’ll be
ready, which is next April-ish.
I have finished watching season 2 of How to Get Away with
Murder and have moved on to binge watching Sexy And The City from Season 1 in
the small amount of free time I have.
You know when you have a bad night’s sleep and wake up
thinking “ugh I cbf going into work today. I’ll just float under the radar,
avoid most people, smile and be polite but just get through the day, come home
and plonk on the couch with trashy tv/good book/insert other small pleasure
here”. Well I can’t do that. I’m on late shifts at the moment, got to bed at
1am and woke every hour from 3.30am. Also had bad dreams of people chasing me,
challenging tasks I had to do with little to no help from any one else and the
clock was against me. I eventually got up at 10am and just plodded around the
flat for a few hours. I will finished getting ready for work and I’ll go and
smile and act like I really want to be there for every single patient because
they’re at their lowest, they are at the point where they need help so badly that
they have called for an ambulance and they expect to see supportive people who
are invested in their health and wellbeing. Most patients are like this, we do
get frequent callers who don’t want to go to their GP or lonely patients but
mostly, we go to genuine people. And I love my job, I do, so I had a black
coffee, made a great chicken and rice dinner to take with me with some fruit
and veggies and nuts.
I’ve been given a semi-permanent line at a station close to
home starting in October. The guy who is normally on this line is mentoring someone
else for 6 months so I’m taking his spot. It’s a 12hr rota which means I get a cheeky
1 week off every month, it’ll make coming home to visit in March more economic
as well. And I’m going to be working with a cool guy as well, I’ve worked with
him before.
