A strange week

More on London later in the week when i catch up with myself.

Monday was a day of ante natal clinic and then Gynae theatre (of which more later). After this I got a text from Butcher Boy asking if I fancied a trip to Ayr that night as he needed to go there........given my main plans at that point were an evening off, I said I was free and my car was at his convenience if he bought me a Maccy D's....so I picked him up outsode his work at 7.

The roads down to Ayr was empty. just as we rolled round the Ayr bypass, he sugegsted Pizza instead.... so after getting down and him doing what he needed to, we went to get a Pizza Hut atke away.....after not really getting lunch (or breakfast), and late night sudnay, that pizza was good.... and the irony of eating a chicken pizza whilst watching Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall going on about animal welfare was not lost on me.

Tuesday was less fun though. After getting back from my placement to the West End, I had a pre-meeting about my next SSM (more later) and then found that the rear tail-lights were not working in my car..... after a 2hr wait for the AA man (or actually his subcontractor), they don't carry bulbsm, which is what the problem turned out to be. So he put the bulb from reversing light into tail lights so I could drive it yesterday, then I made it home for 10pm for the second day in a row!

Dr Cox

The man known as the alchie of Ayr has asked to be renamed as The Tattooed drinker... he also has a Dr Cox fixation, so here goes:

Tea

I have been hanging round with Social Scientists (Butcher Boy) & Arts students (The alchie of Ayr) for too long. I am, now drinking Twinings Traditional afternoon tea. This will earn me a rebuke from butcher Boy, who maintains that the only tea one should drink all day is Twining everyday tea. To be fair, both are superior t the Tetley in the cupboard.

How did I become a tea snob?
How did I end up thinking about my tea in greater detail than bag water cup milk?????

I blame the butcher.

Lost............................................................

Tonight, after work, at 10pm, my phone and wallet ended up locked in the secure cabinet at the front desk, the keys to which are in a box which is in a bigger box, which is in a bigger box etc etc etc.

Thankfully I had my housekeys.

The alchie of Ayr and I were due to be going to curlers for apple juice. This looked unlikely since I had no cash. Then in a rare moment of work managers being nice, the Duty Manager lent me £20 so we could go to the pub.

I am back in work at 7am, so should be able to liberate phone and wallet, no doubt to find a few hundred messages.

I feel very lost without my phone and worry that people are trying to call me. Or that it will have switched from vibrate to ringing mode and that will have disturbed Butcher boy on nightshift and he will have smashed the store and phone into pieces.

Can I charge for advice?

Obviously as a student I am not yet an NHS employee.
Does this mean I can engage in private practice and charge for my opinion?
Without GMC registration, can I be held accountable for this advice?

Why you may ask....will in the past week, the number of health related questions I have been asked has increased, like 10-fold. And little Miss P from work has been on holiday.

It all started last weekend when the alchie of Ayr had a numb thumb, then at DIME last night, John H was asking me all about his pulled hamstring the other week where I gave advice by text. Then tonight at work, Racoline was asking about her cracked ribs (she has a past history of needing advice - trapped nerves, cracked ribs etc). Then PhilT81's blog is going on about one of his eyes changing colour, so it was back to the textbooks again to look that up.

Nights out

Why is it that the simple lets meet for a pint night outs can turn into some of the best nights out. It was like this for my birthday and also last Friday when a few of us (Little Miss P, Butcher Boy and the Alchie of Ayr)met up after work for a drink and then ended up being out til 3 and having a really good time. At the other end of the scale are the really planned work nights out where everything si kinds not fun and you feel like it was a wasted night (as opposed to a night when you were wasted).
Hmmm maybe there is a link between expectations and results...