My Happiness

Hey everyone. 

I’ve been depressed for a while, but lately it’s been getting harder and harder to deal with everything. 
I felt like I was heading toward some kind of melt-down, and I definately didn’t like who I was becoming.

 All of a sudden, that’s gone. 
I feel great.  Actually, I have felt close to elated for the last few days, and I love the feeling of contentment.  It’s something I’ve missed without knowing until now.

Still, I am aware that I am too happy, considering the misery I was in several days ago.  I’ll admit I even cried when a friend asked me if I was okay.

Anyway, I just thought you should know that I’m crazy and that I’ll be back to my normal blogging self soon.

 My happiness is slowly creeping back…

Thanks for reading.

Powderfinger

Hair of the Dog

 I’m sitting in front of the screen workshopping in my head about what I’ll write in this entry.  I’m even rubbing my head – to stimulate a thought?  Maybe, but also because it feels good.  I guess I could start with that…

On Friday night at the Hope 4 Health ‘Flying High’ party (I was a paratrooper) I had my head shaved for the Leukaemia Foundation.  It was drunken, it was painful (thanks E for your razor skills), it was emotional and personal, and very, very public.

I want to thank everyone who donated.  I admit to feeling shocked every time someone said ’sure i’ll throw in twenty.’  Everyone who donated did so with gusto, and I’m surprised by the generosity.  It’s appreciated I’m sure by those who’ll benefit directly from it.

I’m kinda hoping this was a hair of the black dog that bit me a little while ago.  Who knows?

Nazareth

The Long and Winding Road

Some of you may remember a previous post of mine entitled The Edge of the Ocean, and how I’ve been feeling like a road-trip up north.  Well, the Easter long holiday is coming up, and I organised months ago to go camping with family in northern NSW.

Now there’s a road-trip, and yes – it is up north.  Friends of mine have organised this, and it’s likely to be a great time, where no doubt stories and good memories will be created.  Only I can’t go, because I made plans with family and I’m not about to break those plans, even though they would understand.  So on the Easter weekend, there will be a long and winding road separating me from my friends, and it’s really going to suck.

I would be lying through my teeth if I said I wasn’t jealous – after all, it’s what I’ve wanted to do ever since starting medical school.  I just wish the fact that I’m missing out wasn’t rubbed in at every chance, because I would love to go with them. 

Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to get over it, right?

In other news, the mantoux test I had on Monday came back positive enough for me to not need the scar-inducing Tuberculosis vaccination!  Happy Days!

The Beatles

Back From the Edge

Today I wrote my first song – music and lyrics.  I’m so not high-tech enough to be able to put the music here, but the lyrics should suffice for now.  So here’s my first attempt at a song – Back From the Edge.  If you have a hero, now would be a good time to think of them.

A new season’s come around again,
They don’t know what life is gonna bring them,
But they’ll put it out there;
They’ll be true.
Yeah, they’ll put it out there,
Just for you.

They’ll be there to hold you steady,
And they’ll hold you back from the edge.

The skies are dark,
The light is dim.
No-one watches over him.
He works and wants to close his eyes,
They say he can but it’s all lies.

He never wanted anything from you.
All he wants in life,
Is a chance to prove.

And he’ll be there to hold you steady.
And he’ll hold you back from the edge.
You needed help,
And that’s okay.
Just call his name;
He’s on the way.

They never wanted anything from you.
But they’ll put themselves on the line,
To see you through.
They’ll see you through.

Two Shoes

 

 

 

 

So my friend -let’s call her ‘Leila’ – loves runners, or trainers.  Like, who doesn’t?  Trainers are totally cool, especially when they make a statement.

I know, I know – clothes that make statements are usually just ugly.  I mean, look at the Emo movement, or it’s predecessor ‘Punk’.  Okay, while Punk might have a little more style that Emo, it’s still pretty unattractive.

 But this cannot be said of the trainer movement.

Leila, like any other self-effacing fashionista (which she most decidedly is not), was on the hunt for that perfect pair of trainers in purple or gold, or perhaps a combination of the two.  Perhaps something reminiscent of a Violet Crumble.  In any case, these were to be the items she would wear in order to say – “Hi, I’m Leila, and I’m a little less than normal.”

Well, Leila found those trainers, and Leila purchased them.  I would just like to say congratulations to Leila, one of my most treasured readers.  Congratulations on finding your perfect two shoes.  May they speak volumes to those around you, and may they leave a trail of visually abused people in your wake.

 Love,

A.

The Cat Empire

 

**Addendum:  Leila actually wanted to purchase the Chad Muska SkyTop Gold that you see above, but failed to raise funds.  Too bad, Lei.

One More Time

I haven’t posted in a little while, and that’s because I’m now in medical school.  It’s not that it’s extremely hard as yet, it’s just very different to undergrad, in that you’re expected to do work at very regular intervals.  What’s more, they ask you to demonstrate the fact that you’ve done work.  In biomed, I happily floundered until the last minute, cramming all the work into the few weeks leading up to the exam.  Oh well, times change.

One thing that has really changed is the social life.  The undergraduate social life was something smaller groups of friends organised, or didn’t.  Whatever. 
In medicine, there is more of a camraderie.  Sure, we still organise our own parties, but there are also things we do as a whole – like party….and it can be very compelling to attend.

Last night we had the Scrub Crawl – a pub crawl spanning from Varsity Lakes all the way to Surfers Paradise – where 100 Griffith med students from all 4 years got down and kinda dirty (none of those pics here!) with 100 Bond med students – our supposed arch nemeses, which of course they’re not.  200 drunken medical students in scrubs wreaking havoc in a cavalcade of busses.  Good times.

So no, I’m not going to tell you about what I’m learning, because that’s not really what medicine is about for me – yet.  At least it’s not the interesting part yet.  It’s about last night, and the rest of the good times to come.  And last night was the best one so far.  I just want to do it again, just one more time!

Daft Punk