Monday, 17 February 2014

"It Comes in Threes" - Adventures with the NHS

Disclaimer: I love the NHS. In a big way. I know the emergency services are stretched, and I have nothing but respect for NHS staff. This is more a run down of what's been going on this week. It is in no way a criticism of one of the best things about my country. And where I am inclined to whinge, it's more to do with areas where budget cuts have done damage, and nothing to do with the NHS or its staff. This should hopefully be evident anyway, but you know. Just in case.

So number one was visiting my mother in hospital on Monday for her birthday. I won't go too much into detail as it's not entirely fair to her; basically she was very poorly (emergency surgeries, in High Dependency for several weeks, etc) but then from Monday she came on in leaps and bounds and is now back home (yay!). I'm hoping this is number one, because as a security guard kept telling me (?), "it comes in threes". Here's number's two and three, then...

So Friday was mine and Sam's first Valentine's together. Which started at Kro Bar (oh my days, that risotto) and ended in A&E. Oh dear.
Now that makes it sound more dramatic or exciting than it actually was...

As does this photo, a little bit.
(also: lol)
Basically, he'd managed to acquire a head injury (and was knocked out) before popping over the Pennines to Manchester. As he hadn't had chance to eat yet, I put some food in him before we headed off for our romantic jaunt to A&E.

Mandatory food photo: gorgeous chicken and chorizo risotto was gorgeous.

After 3 hours and 45 minutes, with Sam thoroughly jibed for being clumsy and my handbag full of head injury leaflets, we headed home and ate some digestives. 
And that was our Valentine's.

Sam had been told not to drink for a bit, so our plans to get wasted with my friend from home had to be rain-checked in favour of a quiet night in, so I'd decided to acquire some goodies to make it a bit more special (nothing says romance like tuna bake). So the very next morning we set off to the supermarket.

About 50 yards from my gate, we spotted this:

At 52 yards we spotted this (which was also new)...

And then we'd managed about 100 yards from the gate when we spotted a man on the floor.
Turned out he'd fallen and couldn't get up.
Because he'd broken his ankle. Quite spectacularly.
(Two words for those who understand them: "compound fracture").

So we rang for an ambulance and looked after him as best we could with a security guard from the halls outside of which he'd fallen (not mine, incidentally). 

An hour and fifteen minutes later, the ambulance finally arrived.

As we were waiting for the paramedics, we got chatting to the security guard. We mentioned about our recent trip to A&E, I mentioned I'd never had to ring an ambulance before (dull life, clearly), and made some comment like "and I've only been living in Manchester a month!". He nodded knowingly and told me: "It comes in threes. You be careful...".
He said that a few more times before we left.

Still. It wasn't all bad, when we finally got to the supermarket I found these...


Sunday, 16 February 2014

Photo Challenge: 11-13

Continuing with the February photo challenge...

Day 11: Mistake

If Sam offers to serve up your Korma, then politely decline...

Day 12: Out and About

This could be a full post in itself - I'm obsessed with taking photos when I'm out and about - never moreso than when I'm out on a hill.

Day 13: Perfect

Sorry to be cheesy. But yeah.

Photo Challenge: 10. I am...

Continuing with the February photo challenge...

Day ten is getting a post all it's own, because I've been more than a little down of late, so I'm taking this moment to remind myself that I'm not totally pointless. Which sounds dramatic, but it's been one of those years so far. Doing my PhD has made me feel out of my depth, being away from my loved ones has left me feeling a little alone, and being away from the hills and bike has left me feeling a little frumpy. That said, I know it's only a matter of time until I find my feet with the PhD, that my loved ones (especially Sam) are only a phone call or train-ride away, that I'm (slowly but surely) starting to make friends here, and that I'm joining the gym soon (in theory), so that should help.  Nonetheless, a little RSL couldn't hurt...

Day 10: I am....

A hill-aholic (haha)

A Bioethicist

In love.

A lucky girl.

Sunday, 9 February 2014

Photo Challenge: 07-09

Continuing with the February photo challenge...

Day 7:  Utensils

Sam assures me that a fork is a utensil.
For my birthday, my friends and I went to TGIs for dinner. We were pretty convinced of the fact that they were busy by being made to wait nearly an hour for a table. But the clincher came at dessert: when they ran out of spoons and offered me a fork to eat my ice cream with.

Day 8: Water

Sabrina, goddess of the Severn, in some water
(from my visit to Shrewsbury last summer).
I feel this covers all bases.

Day 9: Details

I feel this fits the bill. Somehow.
Incidentally, that rock has some sentimental significance. As you'd expect from a rock.

Saturday, 8 February 2014

Manchester Digs

So I've been living in Manchester full time now for 3 weeks and while I'm steadily getting used to living away from home, I'm still nowhere near completely settled in the city.

Admittedly much of that might be down to the fact that I don't really spend any time in the city - in the last 3 weeks I've been north of Manchester Oxford Road station once. And that was solely to go to Wilkos and Tesco. (I'm so cool).  

Hopefully I'll find time to fit in a proper visit to the city before I move to Sheffield later this year, but for now I can at least show off the one part of Lancashire I've gotten to know properly (outside of that seminar room in the Law School) - my room.

Incidentally: the bedding? Turns out ASDA have stopped making it and so I won't be able to get it in a double for my new place in Sheffield.  Gutted.

Also, my desk is not that tidy right now. What you're seeing there is "Sam's visiting and all my lecture reading is done", today's more of a "I'm visiting Sam this week and holy crap I have too much work to do". So it will probably be in a state until Valentine's weekend.
Or until after I've finished my first year report.


I'm shaking things up somewhat: keeping up to date with that photo challenge is getting a little cluttering and is, well, effort. I'm still going to make a point of keeping up with it, but now it will be a weekly thing - so tomorrow I'll post the pictures from yesterday onwards.

I'm sure you all wanted to know that.

Now normal service can resume, starting with a post later today. I'm sure you're all terribly excited.

Thursday, 6 February 2014

06.02 C is for...

We're a pretty awesome bunch.

 And Yes! I've finally caught up!

05.02 Square

Instagrams are square, right?

Plus this is a slightly square tattoo (or whack... I don't know. I haven't been young for a while)

04.02 Childhood

Well here's me and cousin/best friend Matt as nippers. I feel this fits the bill.

Also: how statesman-like does Matt look?
We look like tiny 90s politicians...

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

03.02 - Orange

Continuing with the February photo challenge...

That's kind of orange. ish. 
I don't deal with a lot of orange in my day-to-day life.

02.02 - Favourite

Continuing with the February photo challenge...

My favourite photo of my favourite person in my favourite part of the UK.

Saturday, 1 February 2014

01.02 - Me

Following my earlier post, I present to you day 1 of the February photo challenge. I'm afraid it's a picture of me.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I decided to go with a theme of "more recent", so here's a nice, bright one I took before work on Thursday (for some reason)...

And a darker photo of me from this evening (the artificial lighting in my room does not agree with my webcam)...

Now to put this behind us and try to get on with our lives.


Merry February!

Today is the first day of my first full month in my new(ish) job and city. I've had a contentedly lazy start to the month: I had a bit of a lie-in, tidied my room, then collected the Yeti from outside uni (I lost track of time so couldn't meet him at the station. Bad Roxy). Since then we've been binge watching Netflix and iPlayer ...and he's currently napping (so much for youthful energy).

So what's in store for this month? Honestly: on the whole, I've no idea. Though there are some things in the pipeline...

  • Valentine's weekend:  I'm going to a "Cohort Day", which is basically an internal conference for students on my PhD programme. I'm excited to meet all the 2nd, 3rd, and write-up year students, and to hear about people's projects; it'll eat into Valentine's day itself, but Sam will be coming up in the evening, so I guess we'll do something then. Even if it's just ordering too much pizza and watching too much Netflix.
    The day after, one of my best friends from home is coming up for the weekend with her fella and has informed us that we will be going to Satan's Hollow. So that's settled. There's then a hike on the Sunday, but much will depend on money, injuries, and how wasted we're likely to get on the Saturday (very).
  • Something brief but slightly massive is happening on Monday 3rd. I'll blog about it after. Oo-er.
  • I'm going to my soc-mate's gig on Friday. That should be a lark.
  • Otherwise? All of the studying. SO MUCH STUDYING. (PhDs are hard...)

Also, for larks, I might just do this as well:

I'm terrible for getting half way through these and then forgetting they exist, but it should be a fun distraction from attempting to read everything in the world at once. I'll post the first shortly.

So here's to the shortest month: may it be TARDIS-like in awesomeness.