It’s been a pretty productive, and eventful, few weeks. The work’s building up, as is the amount of things to do in Manchester. Bonfire Night at Platt Fields was impressive - the music accompanying the fireworks, though, was very questionable. Top tip: don’t go to a muddy wet field in pumps that have a hole in the back of them. I definitely should’ve brought my wellies to Manchester. Elsewhere, there’s been just the one visit to A&E for my friends, as a result of some overly enthusiastic piggybacking and a very hard pavement. Both piggybacker and piggybackee are fine now though, so all is well.
Fortunately, since last writing, we’ve moved on from the pelvic girdle (to do the male and female reproductive system). Unfortunately, both those topics meant that we had to go back over the pelvic girdle all over again, so much so that soon enough I should know it like the back of my hand. Slightly more interesting is that I got to dissect an arm this week, and not one person fainted in the Dissection Room this week! (apparently someone did last week, and I somehow missed it)
In other medicine-related issues, I had my first hospital visit on Friday. It was a quarter past 6 get-up to begin the long journey from Manchester to Salford that included a stop off at the McDonalds drive through. When we got there we interviewed patients about their time in hospital, and pushed each other around in wheelchairs (which we’d been told to as part of a task). Other people in the hospital obviously didn’t know this, though, and so when we hopped out of the chairs, clearly able to walk, we got some very disapproving looks.
I’ve been told that my blogs aren’t often enough, so next time I’ll try and make it shorter - i.e. less boring - and more frequent.
In the meantime, Where’s Wally?
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