In the course of the last 24 hours I have listened to music by Pierrot, Koyasu Takehito, Dir en Grey, Penicillin, Jean Gabareck and the Lightning Seeds, whose music seems to have become inexplicably and inextricably linked with my OTP. I have also listened to the 'Secret of Blue Water' vocal collection, an Earthian song, a song from the 'Team America: World Police' soundtrack and a Dragonball Z OP. That is, if I haven't left anything out. And I now appear to be listening to a random St Etienne song. I am so confused musically that it's not even funny and I blame my mp3 player.

Placement go better.

I did stuff today. I'm actually regretting spending so long in the pacing clinic trying to avoid being on the ward and supplementary uselessness this morning because when I actually got back into the ward this afternoon it was actually pretty fun. I actually worked at work and I hate being inactive. The time drags and I feel useless.

Okay, I have now decided that I officially like being in HDU better than I like being in ITU. If you want to know that the difference between ther two places is, it might help if I indulged in a little wanton personification. If an ITU is a smartly-suited businessman working his way to stroke or nervous breakdown then a HDU is his stoner half-brother, lying in a beanbag chair blitzed out of his gourd and occasionally giggling softly.

(Digression I: I want to see 'Corpse Bride' because otherwise I'll be banned from being a Goth chick [Tim Burton! Stop-Motion Animation! Zombies! Johnny Depp! Victorians!], but I'm poor and need to work out if it's worth going to see it at the cinema or if I'd be better off waiting and getting it as a rental or somesuch.)

Perhaps understandingly being in the HDU has so far been more fun. They give me things to do over there and it makes the time go quicker and I feel useful so YAY. I was pissed to be allocated to HDU for the second day running this week but you know what? I enjoyed it. I also finally met my other mentor and I think - hope, cross fingers and pray - that I've lucked out. Mentor #1 is scarily competent but fills me with good things (ie: KNOWLEDGE). Mentor #2 is equally competent but a lot easier to talk to and I really liked working with her today; she gives me a bit of autonomy and seems to trust me to do stuff and right now that is just what the third-year student nurse ordered. Or prayed for, whatever.

That said, I still think I need to talk to the student co-ordinator soon about getting back into the operating theaters to sate my hunger for flesh open surgical wounds, diathermy and Anatomy Quite Literally In Action.

Pacing clinic was... well it was boring, in an interesting kind of way, if that makes any sense at all. Pacemaker and ICD checks are interesting enough the first time you see them, but after repetition number seven they begin to lose their charm. That makes another area I will NOT be working in post-reg. First cardiac cath labs, now pacing clinics. Not that this matters since I am convinced that I want to work in theaters. Preferably cardiac (tho' I'm not sure about the theater suite at the hospital I'm at now; I don't like the fact you can get in it without being scrubbed) - abdominal surgery might be worth looking into too. Ortho just sounds too... well, too 'boys and their toys' for me. I've also heard Bad Things about orthopedic surgeons.

Whoops. Somehow managed to delete that entire paragraph by hitting a random button. Thankfully I remembered that this window boasts an 'undo' option and made my nonsense RISE FROM THE DEAD.

(Digression II: Finished SchuKen Non-Con Fic Mark Two. It's the world's first ever 23-page one-shot with chapters. And it's even more twisted than I expected it to be. Will post sometime over the weekend provided I can get my ftp program up and running and don't say I didn't warn you.)

So yeah, I'm actually in a good mood after work for once.

This may or may not have something to do with walking home joining in with the Fuck yeahs in the 'Team America: World Police' main theme, or it may have something to do with the fact that it is Saturday tomorrow and I do not have to go to work. Or because today was PAY DAY when I get my buttons and luncheon vouchers, and I managed to make it through the month after all. Or because I think my bus ride home is teh pretty. I dunno.

I've also realized I must be more tired than I thought because this update is horribly stupid and rambles all over the place. There's something about coming home from work - all the tiredness I've been denying all the time I was at work is lurking by the door ready to pounce the moment I come through the door. Think Hobbes from 'Calvin and Hobbes', only a lot less cute. Would you believe people write mary Sue fanfiction for that series? They do. No, Suethors, stop raping my childhood...

Okay, that does it, I'm going to go to bed and stop trying to make sense. Later all.