Thursday #51 – this Thursday kicked off with another early
start as I had once again put off my study until the day of my contact lens
oral exam. I got myself some weetbix and
set about learning what I probably should have already known given I was about
to see my last ever contact lens patient that night.
Before I knew it, it was time to head off to uni and down
some lunch before clinic. My Clinic
Gossip Girl was at the café so I sat down and ate my lunch with her and My
Future Work Colleague. After managing to
spill a considerable amount of food on myself, I was forced to defend my
hometown amidst accusations that Northern Beaches people don’t know how to eat
sandwiches. An inspirational pep talk on
how horrible my upcoming exam would be was just the right send off for a clinic
I was already terrified about failing. In
an unusual stroke of luck, The Mysteriously Pregnant Lady was not supervising
my bay and instead I was treated to the joys of A Whole Lotta Make Up. I was instantly comforted by this and despite
not knowing what marks A Whole Lotta Make Up gave me, I am confident I didn’t
do anything to too badly screw up my final general clinic marks.
Then it was time to try and squeeze more hints out of My
Favourite Supervisor ahead of the exam in a couple of hours’ time. M-Dizzle, The Greek Jesus, The Italian and I all
gave our tute a miss; opting instead to study, and sadly missed a self-timed
clinic photo of the red group...it was the rest of the group’s loss really. With our cramming done it was time to see a
patient ahead of the test. After my
patient I then waited anxiously for The Plural Confuser to call me in for my
test. I was the last one of the three of
us and it was every bit as awkward and horrible as I had imagined it would
be. The Plural Confuser assured me I hadn’t
done as badly as I thought I had but it’s hard to know if she was telling the
truth or just being nice as I was once again having a breakdown in front of
her. It seemed like an appropriate send
off to clinic really, as I got myself all caught up in a page full of power crosses.
M-Dizzle and I headed home and I helped her out with her
massive dumpling order…not because she couldn’t eat it all on her own (which
was what The Hippy Engineer was keen to prove) but because she was being a nice
friend and I wasn’t planning to cook dinner.
I wasn’t remotely hungry but if there’s one thing I know it’s to not
turn down free food or drinks. Not an
ideal Thursday but one I was glad to get over and done with.
No comments:
Post a Comment