Back to Work with a Vengeance

Well and truly back to the grind now, the list of jobs to do is already starting to pile up. On top of my usual 7-8 hours a day in the hospital, I have to plan my summer elective to India, plan my research study for next year, and also find a suitable patient to write an essay on, and then of course write the essay. But it's only for breif moments that I wish I was less busy. To a certain extent I survive on the heavy workload, and find myself at a loose end when I have little to do.
I spent the morning as the sole student on the ward, due to the others being at clinics (fair enough) or on planes over Greenland (distinctly unfair). I tried to make the most of it by soaking up the info without the usual crush, but in truth the junior doctors took advantage of the absence of our Consultant and students and tried to get it all done sharpish. I chatted with the F1 doctor and revised how to fill out a death certificate and cremation form, but didn't get to see the body, as the mortuary was conveniently closed unil noon. Between you and me, even 3 years into the course, I still feel a bit strange when I realise that the patient whose death certificate you are watching get filled out is the same lady who was suspiciously shaky at yesterday's ward round. I suppose with time I might grow to deal with it, maybe not. Either way, it's not so much of a problem for me.
I ended up taking a quick history and examination from a pleasant lady with a pneumothorax. Originally it was with a view to using her for my essay but later on I realised that the "treatment" section, on which the largest part of the essay will be based, may be a little difficult to find enough info for. I'll have another look tomorrow.
Spent lunchtime and early afternoon on Facebook, carpet bombing one of my friend's "walls" with general humorous abuse. I said she had a face like a crushed up ironing board, and even Big Brother would tell her that she was too weird. In response, she told me that I was the owner of some particularly fragrant body odour, and made a nasty jibe at the rather too visible spot on my forehead. 21 on Thursday for Christ's sake, and I have my first spot for about 6 months.
First Karate session in a few weeks in the evening, knees felt like shit and my timing was rusty, only to be expected.
On to current affairs, I woke to the news that America had attacked (nothing unusual so far).....Somalia (there we go). I know nothing about the situation, but at first thought it smacks of what may well turn out to be an embarrasing mistake. Somalia, really?
Not too labour the point too much, but if we live on a planet were 6 billion people make that man the most powerful, then something has gone seriously wrong. I honestly believe that any person elected to British Government could do a better job, if not me or you.
It's good to see the hits racking up slowly, calms the initial worries that I might be posting comments onto a deserted page...feel free to leave comments, they'd give me something to think about when writing.