Week 100 – Making Mess & Being Fashionable

Thursday #101 – kicked off this Thursday in the usual fashion – with some weetbix before heading off to work.  It was an earlier than usual departure as I bussed into work today to make it easier to head straight into the city after work.

Work was super quiet with a total of 4 patients – The Kiwi Early Leaver was slightly busier with 5 patients.  As is often the case when it's quiet, I spent a fair bit of time hanging out at reception.  The Girl With The Tiger Tattoo and I got a little distracted as she refilled the ink in our stamps and before we knew it the once white desk was covered in red ink.  We went crazy with the alcowipes trying to get rid of it but just ended up smearing it all over the place.  Almost a week on the desk remains slightly pink and we've finally managed to get the red ink off our hands.

Lunch was a salad and a well earned break after my 2 patients in the morning.  After my last 2 patients I headed off early to make it into the city for a seminar.  The 4 o'clock finish in the appointment book allowed me plenty of time to make it to the city, check out some dresses in Portmans and still be early for the 5.15pm seminar.

The seminar was riveting (as they always are) as I felt like I was back in uni learning about contact lenses and wondered why I picked a career with so much continuing education.  I opted out of the free dinner following the talk as I couldn't bear the thought of making small talk with The Saturday Room Stealer for a couple of hours.  Instead I got myself a crepe and waited for The Weather Girl to come meet me in the city for Vogue's Fashion Night Out.

Promptly after finishing my dinner, my stomach started killing me and I hoped that The Weather Girl would be caught up at work and we would have to reschedule our shopping.  No such luck.  As she was coming in at my request to help me decide on a dress for The Wannabe Ranga's wedding, I kinda had to suck it up and wander around the shops with her in agony.  I decided on a dress, dropped the bombshell that I won't be at her 30^th birthday and made it home without dying so all in all it was a rather successful evening.

Once home and in my pyjamas my stomach settled down and I was able to watch some Catfish with DTM – his new favourite TV show.  With the exception of a couple of hours of stomach pain and some very red fingers it was a pretty ok Thursday.