Home sweet home.
After 6-weeks of self imposed post-exam exile I’m finally back in Leicester. I had high hopes for my return – it was to be a semester of peaceful clinical work, balanced between the wards and my sanctuary of a house.
Then I got back to find these lovely people sitting in my room.
Yup, that is sand. Where’s the nearest beach to Leicester, you ask? According to ‘ol google maps, it’s 66 miles away in Norfolk. Realising this tragic fact, my dear housemates decided to take a trip to Homebase and buy 45kg of sand to create their own shores in my beloved bedroom.
Not people to gloss over the details they even decided to invest in essential seaside items like buckets and tiny umbrellas. You’ve got to give it to them, they know how to welcome a guy home properly.
For all those crying out on behalf of my carpet, they did show some sensitivity on its behalf and put down a plastic sheet, which was nice.
Other than discovering my own personal holiday resort, being back in Leicester’s pretty fun. We’re currently being eased into our clinical rotations with a week of induction lectures, which seem vaguely reminiscent of our lectures waay back in first year. Next week I start my first week of peri-op (less obscurely known as surgery) where I’ll be shadowing operative people various and actually meeting patients on a daily basis! Hooray!
Also, I’ve been applying for my intercalated applications for the last few days and should be hearing responses soon – I shall be letting you know how it’s going with great enthusiasm.
Hope you’re all well!