Thursday #32 - this Thursday kicked off with some early
morning messages from DTM somewhere in Central America. I was on The Scientist’s bedroom floor and
conscious that any phone noises may wake her up, so tried to keep the
conversation brief. He sent a map of his
current exotic location and I sent one back…with a completely random location
that left me wondering what drugs my phone’s GPS was on. It was early in the morning but I was fairly
confident I had not somehow gone to sleep in Forestville and woken up in
Mosman. After yet another interrupted
sleep, it wasn’t long before my alarm was going off and I was getting up to
head off to uni.
Getting the bus into the city from DTM’s hood reminded me of
Friday mornings where he would completely ignore me in favour of his
ipad/ipod/iphone and end up getting to work on time while I was without fail
late to uni. Not surprisingly, without
free movies the night before and DTM on board pretending not to know me, I made
it to uni right on time.
First up was colour vision, which is a bit of a personal fav
when it comes to clinic. I imagine
colour vision will lose some of its appeal once I start breaking the news
to people that they’re not gonna get the job they’re going for; but so far my patients have all taken the bad news quite well. The father of our 14 year old army
cadet patient seemed disappointed for his son when we told him a career in the
defence force was probably out of the question; but his mother could not have
been happier to hear that news!
After a morning of shattering people’s dreams it was off to
the shops to buy The Marge a present for Marge’s Day. Shopping done and a quick El Maco stop for
lunch and I was heading home to change my shoes ahead of the afternoon’s
clinic. Back to uni for a riveting tutorial
with The Plural Confuser, M-Dizzle won herself 10 cents in a bet with The
Italian that we would not learn anything in that hour. Why The Italian would bet against that I have
no idea. At 5pm I was farewelling my
usual clinic team as they headed home and I stayed on to make up the contact
lens clinic I had missed on Thursday #26.
Had I known I would be returning 6 weeks later to make it up, I’m not so
sure that day in bed would’ve looked so appealing.
Contact lens clinic did not go well. I was reunited with The
Seems-Nice-But-Is-She-Really Supervisor, who I struggle to take seriously at
the best of times due to a ridiculous voice that sounds like I should be paying
$5 a minute to listen to. The patient
and the consultation were fairly straight forward, but the wrong question at
the wrong time saw me having an emotional breakdown in clinic. If only this was the first time this had
happened. The
Seems-Nice-But-Is-She-Really Supervisor did her best to console me/calm me
down; but her probing questions about my dislike of what I have spent the past
5 years studying, surprisingly were not helping the situation. Eventually she left me alone with my tissues and water to try and compose
myself and make a sneaky exit from clinic without anyone noticing I had just
lost the plot. I’m not sure anyone was
fooled but they were polite enough not to mention it.
It’s safe to say this Thursday was not my best day in a week
that started with supervisors questioning where my words had gone and ended
with them questioning where my brain had gone.
I’ve said similar things before, but I’m pretty confident that next week
can only go up from here.
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