you can never get enough
enough of this stuff
- the cure
congratulations to xiu for going to townsville - yay for staying in australia! we'll all have to come to your housewarming *grin* speaking of housewarmings, i hereby call on all cushion-displacing, bag-tossing, chair-manoeuvring mavericks with a preference for city views to rock up at minnie's apartment unexpectedly. so what's your address minnie?
yesterday was a good day. i want to remember it forever. paul gave me a lift into town (thanks champ), and i spent the morning with my favourite gp, dr henty. she is like a super-cool mum to everyone, and sitting in on her adolescent interviews fill me with warm-fuzziness. i want her to be my gp! lunch was heavenly toasted turkey avocado cheese cucumber foccacia. for the afternoon session i hung around with dr bongiorno, my gp supervisor, who is also way cool (sorry to hear about jack going to doggy heaven). then i got a ride back to melbourne with catherine and her littlest sister pip. we had maccas for tea (cheeseburgers are soooo good...), drank some wine at her flat, before rushing to union house theatre to catch medleys. it was pretty decent - the second half was especially fantastic (c-h-a, i-r m, a-n m-a-o!). we adjorned to pa's for a couple of brews before trudging home past midnight, a warm pie in hand and a hot little packet of fresh smokes in my pocket.
whoever is upstairs. thanks mate!
27.8.05
21.8.05
scatterbrain!
i'm sick again. succumbed to the daily assault by tens of colds/flu carriers. it snuck on me like a flash: woke up fine on wednesday; by the time i got into the gp's i had a killer sore throat; and wiped out by mid-afternoon; took thursday off to sleep and cook (yay!); dazed and confused at the release session on friday; and now the weekend, the dull head remains, my body filled with drugs, and i'm useless to the world. the clutter of things-to-do that crowd the edge of my consciousness fail to order themselves into a prioirty list, so i let them lie, mildly anxiety-provoking though it is, and put on some nick cave.
the most significant thing that has happened in the last seven days is lou deciding to go back to brisbane next year for her internship. whose house am i going to turn up at now, when i have no food at home? who am i going to sit with for hours, talking about nothing and everything? who am i going to watch the footy with, lamenting or cheering for "our boys", the bbffc? it has made me think more about being in ballarat next year, as well, with most of my friends decidedly far away. i will have to meet new people, make annoying small talk, tread softly around their egos, instead of just being...
and and and the bb finale. what a shame!
the most significant thing that has happened in the last seven days is lou deciding to go back to brisbane next year for her internship. whose house am i going to turn up at now, when i have no food at home? who am i going to sit with for hours, talking about nothing and everything? who am i going to watch the footy with, lamenting or cheering for "our boys", the bbffc? it has made me think more about being in ballarat next year, as well, with most of my friends decidedly far away. i will have to meet new people, make annoying small talk, tread softly around their egos, instead of just being...
and and and the bb finale. what a shame!
14.8.05
in between days
and i know i was wrong
when i said it was true
- the cure
transition. my life is changing. thinking doing feeling. where does my heart call home? how should i relate to others? what do i look forward to? i have become a lot less idealistic and more focused on the now. a younger me (even three years ago) would say i'm selling out, stopped dreaming, lost perspective. i don't know... constantly looking at the bigger picture has left me lost. maybe it's time to try a new tactic!
reading a good book at the moment: bev aisbett's taming the black dog. easy to read, plenty of doodles, tackling depression - it's better than moodgym!
when i said it was true
- the cure
transition. my life is changing. thinking doing feeling. where does my heart call home? how should i relate to others? what do i look forward to? i have become a lot less idealistic and more focused on the now. a younger me (even three years ago) would say i'm selling out, stopped dreaming, lost perspective. i don't know... constantly looking at the bigger picture has left me lost. maybe it's time to try a new tactic!
reading a good book at the moment: bev aisbett's taming the black dog. easy to read, plenty of doodles, tackling depression - it's better than moodgym!
6.8.05
that warm fuzzy feeling
contentment is an acquired attitude. it is a thinking habit applied constantly to situations, which influences our interpretation of the state of affairs. in this sense, i suppose contentment is in the eye of the beholder - only those who are looking for contentment inside themselves will find it. it seems like every bloody things these days is just another mind trick. *sigh*
this week has been made up of long-houred days, and this has tempered the isolation of being away from familiar faces and places. i suppose it's just a taste of what next year will be like. thank god there will be some familiar faces around, at least, despite the recent reshuffle of intern jobs. cat, mike, doris, mel, gareth, sarah, byron, naveen, vincent, and three other strange cats will join me in the brave new world. one thing is for sure though: gp's and patients alike love it when they find out i'm coming back out to the rat next year. ahh... you simply can't beat that warm fuzzy feeling. my gp, dr bongiorno, seems to have become quite comfortable with my presence. on his way to drop me off at my accommodation, he sprinkles our conversations with swear words and loud complaints about the system, which i join in enthusiastically, of course. there are many other doctors at the practice and their different personalities all come through in their interactions with their patients. i suppose personality is defined as the pervasive pattern of behaviour, after all.
this week has been made up of long-houred days, and this has tempered the isolation of being away from familiar faces and places. i suppose it's just a taste of what next year will be like. thank god there will be some familiar faces around, at least, despite the recent reshuffle of intern jobs. cat, mike, doris, mel, gareth, sarah, byron, naveen, vincent, and three other strange cats will join me in the brave new world. one thing is for sure though: gp's and patients alike love it when they find out i'm coming back out to the rat next year. ahh... you simply can't beat that warm fuzzy feeling. my gp, dr bongiorno, seems to have become quite comfortable with my presence. on his way to drop me off at my accommodation, he sprinkles our conversations with swear words and loud complaints about the system, which i join in enthusiastically, of course. there are many other doctors at the practice and their different personalities all come through in their interactions with their patients. i suppose personality is defined as the pervasive pattern of behaviour, after all.
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