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I got accepted to study Medicine (Access) somewhere, can’t say where yet as need to hear back from all the places I applied to (I’ve applied via the Graduate route too).
I also wanted to post some of the things I’ve been writing lately about Face Transplants, Japanese Kawaii culture, etc, but can’t because they’ve been submitted to Goldsmiths and I’m not sure what the rules are on publishing your work when it hasn’t been marked yet. Plus, if they do one of their random plagiarism checks, and find my work here, they may think I’ve plagiarised from Cityshy, without realising I AM Cityshy.
I’m still writing about the psychological impacts of technology, the implications of it being an extension of our selves, and tearing apart post-human theorems. I still work as a Care Giver to the elderly, a hospital volunteer on a surgical ward, and will be graduating in May, so I feel productive despite being busy all the time.
This post is mainly just to fill the void.
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Firstly, I haven’t been doing this long. But I spent the past few months completing my training, with certificates in First Aid, Health & Safety, Movement & Handling etc. Then I began my mentoring, so I am still not “flying solo”, but I learn from watching/helping the people whom have been carers for much longer.
Today I felt choked up, it was my first time at Mrs Anonymous’s house (Patient confidentiality of course). She has Multiple Sclerosis, and paralysis on one side, meaning she is wheelchair bound and can only use one arm. Not to mention the fact she is 90-something years old, with severe arthritis that curls her toes and fingers into gnarled roots. The discomfort she is constantly in is little eased by medications and prescription creams.
She lives completely alone, with no pets. Pays for her own care, rather than accepting benefits, so perhaps she had a wealthy past. The radio is her friend once we serve her meal and say goodbye, leaving a cup of Earl Grey in the microwave for her like she instructs. She is meticulous, extremely specific in what she wants, even where you place her hairbrush, because this is the only control or power she has left. It’s heartbreaking. Reminds me of my grandmother somewhat, which was the main reason I wanted to do senior care, except my grandmother has Alzheimer’s, and this lady, Mrs Anonymous, seems mentally sharp despite the M.S. But isn’t that the worst part? To be mentally alert but trapped in a crippled body, like a butterfly with broken wings.
Why am I writing this post? I guess I just wanted to give you a glimpse into what caring is really about, and would ask anyone whose grandparents are still alive, to please visit them, take care of them. No one should have to be alone like Mrs Anonymous.
…in drawing form. This is just a sketch, whilst I draft ideas. I’ve adapted his appearance for an animation project I’m working on in After Effects CS5. Taken on my iPhone so excuse the quality, or lack thereof.
Pictured: My boyfriend. By: Me.
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Well, kind of. Been very busy since passing my Medical Exam. Did more training in my Care Giver healthcare job, so now have certification in Health & Safety, First Aid, and Movement & Handling, among other things. Which is pretty cool.
I’m still very busy, as there’s much to sort out. But as of today I’ll be replying to comments you guys have left, catching up on reading my blog roll people, and generally embracing WordPress again.
Stay tuned, looney tuned! :)
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My old school friend Rebecca (more commonly referred to as Bexy) finally got herself a blog. I say this not just as her friend; her writing is really easy to absorb, uplifting, and above all genuine. She’s really one of the most decent people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. So it’s cool to know that even though we live far away, and hardly see each other anymore, I can stay connected to her on here. I’m really excited to see her next post, her first is so rich and full of free thought.
So, to my very few readers, and even fewer commenters, go and check her out! You won’t regret it.
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Well, so are the rest of us. Everyone seems to be ill at the moment. My cure this weekend has been lots of alcohol, going to Camden with my boyfriend, and sleazy rock’n’roll. I’m exhausted, moderately down, and dreading my upcoming clinical aptitude exam. This week is going to be one tough week of study study study. But nothing I can do will take away the feeling of uselessness and nerves wracked up like badly mixed drugs in my veins. I’ll most likely delete this post before the day is done.
I’m a person who doesn’t write personal posts, other than my personal opinions on movies, media or events. Someone suggested yesterday that I might give it a go, so here goes.
I’m a young woman born in Essex, raised in Herts, whom attended college in Cambridge and University in London. With each year I become less tolerant, of everything, less patient with the world. This is because my whole life has felt like waiting. I see life as a giant hospital waiting room where all we can do is fill the time until the inevitable end.
I don’t think about the end all that much, just what I should fill the wait with. I chose movies, magazines, music, books, and making things. But I am also torn between that and my medical interests. I’m very good with Neurology and cardio, for someone who has never been taught. In less than two weeks I’ll be taking, and probably failing, my medical entrance exam.
I work as a trainee carer for senior citizens. I have a wonderful boyfriend who literally means more than the world to me, and is my best friend. We’ve been together for years. I don’t want that to change.
I realise I’m only really writing about practical things here, but that is because I’m incapable of writing about emotional issues, my patience with that kind of thing expired long ago, and I like my privacy too much. I’m not the kind of girl who cries on my friend’s shoulders or gushes about every drama. Especially because the only people in the world that I have any level of trust for are: my family, my boyfriend, and the lovely girl I wrote about a couple of posts back, Katie Baugh. The post was titled ‘My best friend’.
The girl to the right, Katie Baugh, has been my best friend since primary school. So, since we were 5 years old. I recently bullied her into getting a WordPress blog, because she does all sorts of interesting things.
She’s an actress, and travels around, and is also beautiful, which helps. She hasn’t posted anything yet, but when she does I’ll be posting a link so that the (very few) people who read my blog can check her out.
I won’t give away anymore, because that’s what her blog posts are for. Just wanted to mention her on here. Was so nice catching up with her today, even just for a short while.
Embarrassed skeleton grin,
Stink of retire curled within,
Stagnant blood clot on brittle bone,
Abandoned by the body you own,
Origami dreams aflame,
The ideas you never gave a name.
By Ruth Noakes
(And the origami skeleton figure is by Marc Kirschenbaum)