programmed to interrogate and poke patients unfortunate enough to be in his range. batteries not included.
Friday, 17 February 2012
9445: first step
There's a first step for everything, and realising I am indeed not getting any younger, I decided this is time I overcome my social anxiety and take the initiative.
I'll see where I get on from here. Hopefully by this time next year, I'll at least be knee-deep in! And see how many from the list I can cross off. If anyone else's interested, get in touch.
To learn/do list:
Mountain biking
Long distance cycling
BMX biking
Wall climbing
Mountain climbing
Skiing
Snowboarding
Swimming
Surfing
Windsurfing
Kayaking
Scuba diving
Bungee jumping
BASE jumping
Skydiving
Blame this video (and every other one it led me to watch)
We only have one chance at living after all.
Saturday, 4 February 2012
9432: three small glasses of rum
The elderly gentleman glanced at his watch umpteen times while he's in the department.
"Are you in a rush to get home, sir?" I asked, wondering why he is so anxious.
"Well, yes, you see if my wife gets home and couldn't find me she'll panic. I need to get home before she does."
"Ah. You had a nasty bump on your head though, we'll need to look at that first."
"Oh I'll be fine. I don't need anything done. No stitches."
"We can always give your wife a call to let her know you're here?"
"No it's okay I'll be fine. I just need to get home."
Eventually managed to convince him to stay until the wound was stitched, and he ran back home right away, still slightly staggery. Unfortunately for him though, I don't think his wife won't notice all his blood-soaked and dirty clothes. Guessing he must be worried he'll get an earful back home for drinking too much and 'slipping'.
Tsk. Men.