one small step to doctorhood

*phew*

man what the hell has happened to the last 3 days? i have somehow blown those days doing very little. ok maybe not... now that i think about it it has actually been quite productive.

although i do have to say. the actual productivity and the expected levels do not quite match. post exam party was - somewhat disappointing. i honestly thought that HEAT was a kickass club, what with the overlooking river and lets not forget that CAGE. i had envisioned that it would be a great place to get drunk and rave until the wee hours of the morning. alas, i was wrong. the DJ was unfortunately an untalented git who could not spin records if he was forced to stop his manhood from sliding down a razor blade. getting to the bar was like D-Day all over again, battling the crowds until finally forcing my way up to the bar only to get knocked back by the drunk bartender... damn her! and it closed at 2!!! now really... had it gone until 5am maybe i would have been too tired to give a shit... but 2am... COME ON! were trying to get drunk here! people need time to ingest alcohol.

ahhh enough bitching for one day. the night wasnt all that bad, i gotta say that at least i got to see some drunken lesbian dancing...

during the recovery day (in which i managed to lock myself out of the house, resulting my waking my folks at 4.30 in the morning.... hmmm ill remember not to do that again) i actually managed to get myself out of bed and... STUDY for a first aid course today. big mistake. i got so bored after reading it i decided to shop (there was a sale on, does that make it ok?)

so today was the big day. culminating in the so called "hurdle requirement" for all us meddies. we had to learn the art of first aid. yes just for those dramatic moments in our lives where someone suddenly yells "is there a doctor on board?! a man has collapsed" "NO! BUT IM A MED STUDENT!" at which point we would heroically jump out of our seats, pull out our compact face masks and gloves, rush to the scene of the incident and examine the patient. upon finding that his heart has stopped beating we would defy all advice and continue with CPR... after 3 hours of exhaustive battling with nature, his heart would start beating again, the sick would arise and triumphantly, we would return to our seats in a cheer of champagne, ticker tape and many beautiful women.

ok back to the real world. we were asked to complete a multiple choice quiz of 30 questions and then practice our "techniques" on dummies aptly named - marianne? (WTF) then sitting through so called cases where we had to treat our fellow aiders for "a 6 metre fall" and "a snake bite" pardon me but dont you die if you fall 6 metres? last i recall people did that when they wanted to commit suicide. anyway i passed so im now an official St. Johns first aid officer, well when they send me the certificate that is.

WATCH OUT PEOPLE!