Insomnia

I have not been able to sleep since my cold-and-flu-tablets-plus-pseudoephedirine bender circa 1.5 weeks ago.

The week when 2 of my patients had strokes and a third had a presumed gastric outlet obstruction. My reg called in sick and I had to muddle through it all remembering not to cry when my favourite patient died.

I became accordingly paranoid and strung out thanks to the speed.

I have been trying not to take benzos to induce sleep. So even though the sympathomemetic meds have stopped, I remain marginally less paranoid and an insomniac.

I saw that reg again today (there was a changeover) when he brought FRACP candidates around to practice on our full-of-wierd-lumps, haematol patients. The candidates included another of my former regs. They both looked so excited to see me. My ex-haematol reg play-strangled me. The other one was waving madly, then started a conversation with everyone in general abt how i'm "such an interesting person".

I know that this must mean they like me... I just can't fathom why it is I induce that sort of affection. People never just want to chat and have the civilized coffee. They want to play-strangle me and discuss me in front of others.

They're all silly and I like them. I just don't think that this translates into other conversations, elsewhere, when they say "that Vicki's a damn fine/smart/reliable resident.." Nope, the conversations (if any) surely go, "that Vicki's a CRAAAAZY kid. Did you know that she...?"

It's coz I tell my regs things like "I am ok to work now becoz I am all strung-out on cold-and-flu tablets" *bright smile*!

....BTW, the Labyrinth pic refers to the music I've got in the background at the moment. An odd collection of things I think I should learn to play becoz they've got strong guitar parts... and 'As the World Falls Down' from Labyrinth. A film close to my heart, filling my dreams.

Haircut by a maniac

I got my hair cut by a maniac just now at one of those cheapo places similar to Just Cuts. I think it was called Salon Cuts or something similar.

And I didn't get it cut there becoz I'm cheap (not only becoz I'm cheap) but becoz the last time I paid $150 for a haircut, they gave me a fashionable mullet a la Ashlee Simpson. (yetch)

So I had my hair cut by a nutter of possible Middle Eastern extraction (an incidental note) who told me he loved Korean girls coz they were all hot, clean and he never had to worry abt his 'stuff' (hand gestures towards genitals here). He didn't appear to pay any attention to cutting my hair. Kept saying he felt bloated becoz he'd over-eaten at lunch, blow-dried it in the most haphazard way ever. And yes, it was cheap and I didn't mind him at all but I left uncertain that I shouldn't have gone the $150 fashion mullet a second time.

Fast-forward 1hour later and I've gone home and inspected my hair.

Goddamn it, the guy actually gave me an excellent freaking cut. It looks better than I thought it would, he did exactly what I wanted and still gave it style. It's the right length, the right shape, and some of it falls into my face just like it should.

...Now of course, I"ll have to contend with listening to conversations abt him and his 'stuff' the next time I want something good done.

Doh!

Random Pics of Egypt.

1st April 2007

Make me less of a loser.