Checking In

Not much has changed really.  Mum and Pa were here again and then they left, that’s the most exciting thing that’s happened since I checked in last.  We went out for dinner for Mum’s birthday with Natalie (my flatmate) in the city and stumbled home late after incredible steak and wine.

Work is the same; I’ve done a few extra shifts to get more days off for my Camino. I need to do 3 shift swaps just so I have a buffer at the other end of the month off so I don’t have to rush back to work, in case the pilgrimage takes 35 days instead of 30 for whatever reason – injury or weather related. So tired of wearing only my uniform. I miss my jeans. They're blue and actually fit.

I’ve been catching up with friends from work and going out with Natalie, trying to have something of a social life but seeing as almost everyone I know is on shift work as well I barely see anyone or leave the flat other than for groceries.  Oh but I did see Suicide Squad last weekend which I enjoyed. I loved just getting out of the house to be honest and wearing clothes that aren’t uniform or pjs.

I’m currently in the middle of 4 night shifts, with a friendly late shift tagged onto the start of that as well. It’s physically and mentally exhausting. By the third shift you get into the rhythm but coming off your fourth and trying to get back into the land of normal is near impossible. I’m still struggling. But I’ve made plans to go out during the day with a friend this time around and to have some friends over for LASAGNA THAT MUM MADE that night so I’ll force myself back to normal.

For Mum and her friends that worry, yes I’m eating well. Apart from the one tube of Pringles I bought yesterday, I don’t eat junk food. I have mostly fruits, nuts, brown pasta and rice, and a good steak now and then. Breakfast is always porridge with honey and chia seeds and I drink lots of water.

I’ve bought Berni’s birthday present. It’s a goodin to make up for not being there on the day. You’ll love it, Poo, I swear.

Ah just FYI I won’t say no to a care package, just ask my parents for my address. I miss Mint Slices… *cough cough*

Next time I'll write something more interesting. I'll make sure to do something interesting so I can write about it. I'm sure I'll do something. It can't get any more boring...