8 Random Things About Me

Preamble: Jeffery tagged me with the 8 Random Things meme. As I've done it once before I decided to copy/paste it here; for that reason I haven't tagged anyone else. The astute amongst you will notice that I cannot count. This is why I don't intend to apply for anaesthetic training.

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(May 2007)

Xavier has tagged me with the 8 Random Things meme. I think that everyone knew it was pronounced "meem" before I did, but I've yet to meet everyone in the world. Anyway, thanks Xavier, you've spared me the bother of thinking of a topic to post on.

1. I still feel guilty about naughty things I did when I was a kid.


2. In highschool I had a boyfriend who was a nutcase. But an intelligent, beautiful nutcase. Not so any more.


3. I really dislike having dried-out hands, so I keep moisturiser in my house, my parents', the Boy's and at uni. Likewise, if I do not have lip balm on me, the day is a Disaster. I'm not exaggerating.


4. My uni friends all think I'll be the first to have kids. My highschool friends all think I"ll be the last.


5. I love kitchen implements. I know exactly the alloy I want for my saucepans, the heft of the knives I'll use, the size of the chopping boards and the type of fridge. I don't care for brand names, but I'd die if someone gave me a Le Cruset cast iron casserole dish.


6. I rejected the Boy the first time he asked me out.


7. I have very waxy ears. They get so filled that they become blocked, but I tend not to notice. Like failing eyesight, slowly failing hearing is insidious. This has led to many bickerings with the Boy: I accuse him of mumbling, he accuses me of not listening properly, and the arguement ends with him saying, "Go clean out your ears!" Cotton buds can't get enough wax out, though, so I've taken to using the rounded end of a long bobby pin. Instant results!
   (Extra random fact: ear wax comes in two colours: orange and grey. Grey is more common in some Asian populations, and the genetic lineage of a single village can be charted based upon the colour of each resident's ear wax.)


8. I'm a little bit obsessive-compulsive (seriously, living in my head for a day would drive most people bonkers). Unfortunately, it's not in the gotta-study way. Bugger.


9. I much prefer to sleep naked, and I don't own any pjyamas. Last week it was so cold that I wore clothes to bed for the first time, and was very disappointed at having to.

Blergh

Reasons I don't like surgery:

• Everyone is taller than me and I can't see over their shoulders.


• Steps don't help.


• Surgery runs all day.


• You almost always have to skip lunch.


• You stand centimetres from a hot light. Wearing what amounts to winter pyjamas and a dressing gown. And there's a mask on your face so that all the air you breathe is hot and stuffy.


• Little girls like me are especially prone to pre-syncopal episodes.


• Such episodes are more likely on an empty stomach.


• They make you feel like vomiting.


• Conscientious but inexperienced surgical trainees take an hour longer than an experienced surgeon.


• Fighting nausea and muscle fatigue for a whole extra hour sucks.

And to top it all off, the patient probably still has cancer. Poor young thing.

So, here is me, as a Southpark character, and obviously on a medical rotation at the time because I'm smiling:

Hey! This isn't Tea at Ten!

Today I made Tea at Ten a private blog. I did this because I began to feel that the blog contained too much personal information - relationships, study habits, religious beliefs, mental health - to be left for just anyone to stumble onto. Though I wanted to keep blogging, I didn't like feeling vulnerable because of it. Privacy seemed the best of both worlds.

If you would like access to the real Tea at Ten, or would just like to contact me, please write to milk2sugars@hotmail.com.

I'll include some of my favourite posts in this, my gateway blog. I'll add to them occasionally. And, perhaps, some day I'll feel less vulnerable, and Tea at Ten will be made public again.

Post Script: it seems that you'll need a Google account to access the blog - typical. Sorry about that, though I imagine most people have one all ready.