Old is (not) Gold?

Listening to: We're Young and Beautiful (Carrie Underwood)

"Cause a time will come, when I'm not so young, and beautiful"

Hope you all had a marvellous break?!

Yes, I hear you. I want more (too). If only eh... :(

Anyway, new year's day is just round the corner. It'll be 2009 before you know it peeps!!!

As much as I didn't want to go back to work, I nonetheless had to (in spite of the mood-sinking Monday blues that I had last night *pouts*).

But then maybe the big guy up there took pity on me, for it was a pretty relaxing day at the office today. Most likely because we've discharged about 75% of the inpatients last week (for Christmas), so the hospital is currently quite empty, which is not necessarily a bad thing...

Took in a prescription from an outpatient while serving on the hatch today and went about our usual set of questions (somewhat intrusive but hey that's protocol for you) - drug allergies, concurrent medication, any exemptions etc.

When I asked about his current medication, he said "Ohhhhh, a lot", and showed me a print out.

To be fair, it was ONLY 2 pages of FP10 repeat script. Tops 15 items. It's not really that massive a list...

"You are so lucky you don't have all these problem(s). You are young."

Er, thanks uncle. I have my fair share of problems but still, thanks.

I went and got his medication dispensed, and 5 minutes later, I handed it to his wife, reiterating the instructions and gave her some general counselling.

"Aww, thank you so much. Bless, such a sweet girl. You take it easy okay while you're young. Not like us, old." She shook her head slightly as she bent down to pick up her bag, and gave me a wistful smile before she turned and headed for the exit.

You know what. I don't think I want to be old(er) anymore. Maybe what I REALLY want is to be wiser...

System Down

Listening to: Talk Show On Mute (Incubus)

"I hate to say it but you're so much more endearing with the sound turned off"

This is probably the worse bout of illness I've had.

And it's only bloody laryngitis...

I can afford to laugh at it right now, but the last couple of days have been hell. Not being able to speak (having lost my voice completely) was the worse punishment one could ever have. And I'm not even a chatterbox!

Went to the GP for some antibiotics and I hope (with fingers crossed) I'll be ok for work next week.

Munny needs a good anti-virus cover...come on white blood cells, DO YOUR THING!!!

Bel-Feirste

Listening to: Big Girls Don't Cry
"and I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket,

but I gotta get a move on with my life"

Funny how my favourite cities in the UK almost always start with a B - Brighton, Birmingham, Belfast...Blackpool?

Haha, we'll see about that last one.

Anyway, I was at the Norn Iron capital over the weekend for some escapade.

I didn't think I'd remember much of the place since it was more than half a year ago that I was last there, but some things don't change.

That fast anyway.

Belfast City Airport is for one WAYYYYYY nicer than "the other airport". Nope, I still can't bring myself to mention its name in full...the pain of having my pepper spray confiscated is still too much to bear. I certainly wouldn't wish my worst enemy the kind of trauma I went through in May...all for carrying a mace which in all honesty was used strictly for self-defence purposes!

Ok, to cut the long story short, I was stopped by the security folks at Belfast International Airport (prior to my flight back to Cardiff ) for having on me a device deemed illegal in the UK (hey, don't look at me like that...I REALLY didn't know!). Blah blah blah, they called the police, they rampas-ed my mace, took down some details and I was let free. No harm done but I was emotionally scarred, to say the very least :)

Thank God this recent trip was hassle-free. Otherwise Belfast would be on my B-list - B for BLACK!

A big shout-out goes to Mark, to whom I owe a great deal, not only for his time but also for his effort in ensuring that I had a marvellous time in the city, despite how short it was.

London awaits you, Mr Belfast!