Things are looking up.

Okay, so I have no money at all and can't withdraw from my account until the cheque I just paid in clears, which will probably take a few days, I'm so tired I'm on the verge of falling asleep on my keyboard and I'm getting really, really goddamn tired, both physically and mentally, of the epic bus-bound commute I'm pulling to get to and from the health center every day. I'm constantly hungry and really, I have no idea why. It's beginning to get kind of worrying, actually...

But good things are happening.

There are positive rumbles in the Landlady's Son department vis-a-vis our poor, ailing downstairs computer. My landlady tells me he got the part he needed on Tuesday and was working on the problem, so with any luck I should be seeing signs of life down in the dining room by the weekend. I should be able to update Seuche on Saturday or Sunday rather than Monday as I initially thought, provided the problems I'm having with fanfiction.net right now get sorted, so that'll be good. The next few chapters are kind of slow, but I'm building up to another set piece so I really need to lay the groundwork for that. I hope my readers can bear with me on this one. I'd say Sunday was more likely at this stage as I'd like to proofread Chapter 12 before I update it.

I'm looking forward to no longer having to backdate my livejournal entries and updating the thing several times in one sitting, too.

I'm doing well on another WK fanfic I've had in the works for some time. It's a comedy, intended to be a hell of a lot shorter than my magnum opus, and I love writing it. I want to finish the thing before I start posting it - with any luck this'll be soon, as I'm nearly at the end of Chapter Three and this thing's only going to be four chapters long. I keep letting it go to work on Seuche, but I've been toying with it quite a lot over the last few days as an antidote to the heavy angst that writing that entails. It's a lot of fun. I like Ken.

I finally got my ass in gear and called HSBC about my errant credit card, too. End result: the old one, wherever the fuck it is, has been cancelled and a new one will be sent in its stead. I mentioned their Camberwell Green branch about 129714237594978 times during the course of a ten-minute conversation and I think the message got through to them that I really want the card to go there and not to Oxford Road, Manchester. With any luck the new card will be winging its way to me shortly (5 - 7 working days... oh please, please let me get it this time!). I have no intention to go crazy with it, but there are times when a girl needs a credit card - like when she can't get anything with her debit card until she gets paid, and still needs to eat.

(At least I have plenty of food in the house.)

And I only have one day of Community Nursing left to go! Yippee! I am so goddamn relieved about this it's untrue.

It's weird. On all my other placements, I've been really reluctant to leave. I love working in hospitals and the satisfaction that nursing gives me and, though there's always someone (or several someones) who rubs me up the wrong way, I've normally liked at least some of the people I worked with. This time, though - although I like the people there and have found the experience of District Nursing an interesting one, I'm more than ready to walk out that door with a smile on my face, without looking behind me. I've enjoyed this as an experience, but as a job it's hellish.

Fundamentally, I've come to recognize that I'm just not cut out for District Nursing in the way I feel I am for working in a hospital. As I've said, I love working in hospitals. Hell, I've always liked being in hospitals in general - long before I started this course, I was finding myself really enjoying the feel that hospitals have about them. Yes, I'm a sicko, or a healthcare natural. Either will do, I guess. But nursing in people's homes, kneeling on their carpets with their pets looking on, without any of the proper equipment and no peer support (well, I have had it, being a student, but most district nurses work alone) is just too much of a facer for me. Besides, I'm not sure I like being a nurse without a uniform. Not at this stage, anyway.

Community nursing, in all it implies, is really beginning to wear me down. I'm so ridiculously glad it's almost over. One day to go: I just hope I make it.