One Month Anniversary

So it's the end of my first month with the blog. I've experimented a bit, and tried to mix current affairs and trivia with the general events of my life. In the end I suppose I settled on a half-sceptical half-humorous take on the life of an overworked medic. It might not always be glamorous, hell it might not always be interesting, but it's always different, and honest.
Incredibly I managed to fall out of bed before 8am this morning, without much thought of dozing all day. Even after getting back home at midnight from a hockey match in Poole against some doctors I felt much more conscious than usual.
Part of the inspiration for getting to the hospital on time were my two scheduled clinical skills sessions, somewhat informal teaching about issues that are useful to the work of an everyday junior doctor. Today it was fundoscopy (looking at the back of the eye with a special torch) and drug documentation. The fundoscopy was a lot harder than I remembered it to be, I looked in the odd eye every now and then in my first two years but today it seemed to be like trying to read a map through a pinhole. Luckily, in our third year exams we are only asked to perform our technique on dummy heads with photo-slides inserted into the sides, which are deliberately much easier to use. As for drug documentation, filling in drug forms and the associated paraphernalia will come easily with a few days on the job, it's all about remembering countless abbreviations and interactions.
The tutor told us about a doctor who ran over a cat and gave it 100mg of pethidine to put it out of its misery, before realising that pethidine is a controlled drug and had to be accounted for or the police would have to be informed. He crushed up and ampules, put them back in his bag and told his boss that he'd run over that and not the cat. Shipman would've been proud.
Fiddled around with my essay, it's all I have to do between now and the deadline in three weeks. That's the beauty of biting the bullet early, it gives me time to stand back and read what I've written when it's not fresh in my mind, and hence be objective. Well, I always do essays fairly early anyway because I'm an obsessive neurotic mess who can't sleep until he knows if the correct grammar is percent or per cent. Seriously.
I also broke the world record for cooking a full dinner for one with the lowest amount of utensils and crockery. I did meat, potatoes and veg with only one pan and a plate. I've forgotten what colour the worktop is because all the dirty crockery is in the way. And for the first time it's not even my washing up!
In case you we're wondering, it's per cent in Britain and percent in America....