Medic Pincushion

Before I start, please comment! I'm curious as to who the hell reads this thing.
Taking a four hour lie-in is beginning to become a bit too much of a habit. I wake up, decide to snooze for half an hour, and every half an hour until noon I come up with new and exciting reasons why I don't have to get up yet. Mind you, it doesn't help when you finally get the hospital, and two of your three scheduled sessions never happen. I was booked to do a clinical skills session at 12:30, but the room was locked and empty when I arrived on time, so I suppose I must've copied the date or time wrong into my timetable. And God knows I tried to write a bit more of my essay at lunchtime, but I ended up getting challenged to a few games of chess on my workstation and wasted a good 45 minutes. At least I won every game...but the uni chess club has been slow to contact me this term about fixtures. No-one can argue about my record for them on paper before Christmas, I won two games out of three, but I don't think turning up to serious matches with a pint and dozing off during games did me much good.
My rheumatology lecture at 2pm also didn't happen, the lecturer never turned up. A shame actually, the ones before Xmas weren't all that bad.
We eventually got some teaching when my neuro lecturer ( a stand-in actually, but who cares) turned up for our fourth and final session on his speciality. A fairly textbook session of case histories, matching the set of symptoms and signs to the section of the nervous system from which the disease originates. Some of the upper motor neuron/lower motor neuron stuff is actually starting to lodge in my head-a year after our neurology module ended, and I got an E.
The bulk of my educational day was spent drifting around the wards on D level with 3 other medics, trying to find the equipment and privacy to practice taking blood and cannulating each other. We were finally turfed into the sluice (home of the bedpan cleaner, bathroom supplies, clinical waste bins), an excellent place to open somebody's skin. The fact that we practice on each other is apparently quite shocking to some people, but believe me, you'd rather we gave each other little lumps on the arm than gave your 80 year old grandmother an arm-long deathly black bruise. I'm a bit of a venesection/cannulation virgin, so I watched it being done twice (on me, actually, and both times they missed the vein) before I stepped up to try it myself. Needle in, blood out, needle out. Smooth as silk. I'm 100% on taking blood! Mostly due to the excellent tutelage of the rather more experienced medic on the other end of the needle though, I dare say.
Having needle marks and accompanying bruises on both arms wasn't a great asset for the karate session in the evening, because as it turned out it involved rather a lot of lower arm grabbing/pulling etc. Maybe I'm getting slightly better, but as I can't ever see my own posture and movement it's hard to tell. I'd like to make yellow belt by Easter but these things are beyond my control. Snuck in a cheeky four JDs in the Stag (campus bar) after the session. Retox.