It is safe to say I feel really loved and celebrated today. It was just what I needed after a very emotionally and physically exhausting day. I love my Daddy and am so glad to have made him so proud.
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Saturday, 3 July 2010
I feel very loved!
Just a quick note as I'm tired, and it has been a busy day of things to talk about, so I'll do that tomorrow. I'm now back in Derby, and have had the chance to see my parents for the first time since getting my results. I think it is an understatement to say my Dad was excited and happy to see me. He was actually holding back the tears. In my entire life, I think I can count the number of times I have seen my Dad cry on one hand! He's clearly been telling anyone and everyone who will listen that his daughter is now a doctor. And this is what was waiting for me when I got home:
I will need to take a better picture of it, in better light, but yup, he's had a plaque engraved and screwed it to my door. And inside my room:
Balloons, banners and dozens of beautiful roses. And a second congratulations card from my parents (having already sent me one in the post to Bristol) and again, actually written by my Dad.
It is safe to say I feel really loved and celebrated today. It was just what I needed after a very emotionally and physically exhausting day. I love my Daddy and am so glad to have made him so proud.
It is safe to say I feel really loved and celebrated today. It was just what I needed after a very emotionally and physically exhausting day. I love my Daddy and am so glad to have made him so proud.
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Catching up... again
It's been ages. And quite a tough stressful ages. The car issue has been dragged out and I've been back in Bristol, dealing with the stress of sorting it all out and dealing with it all alone. I know that this is a decision that I have made for myself, and I honestly don't mind, but I don't think I've ever felt it as much as I have over the last couple of weeks. I have been in touch with my friends and family loads, but knocking around my flat by myself, time has dragged, and the loneliness dreadful. I've felt so restless at times and so trapped at others. I've wanted to scream and then cry. You'll be glad to know that I haven't! But I've felt like it!
But in amongst it all there have been positive moments, with the support of my wonderful friends. So here it is, the story of the last few weeks.
The car: I ended up accompanying the car, on a flat bed truck, to the insurance appointed garage, which was beyond Bristol. Fortunately, the very lovely recovery truck driver gave me a lift back to Gloucester, from where I was able to jump on a bus and get back to Cheltenham, at the end of a very long day. The burnt smell of the airbags lingering on me, all I wanted to do was shower and wash my hair. And then just curl up in a ball and sleep. I resisted the urge though, and instead went out for dinner with my coursemates, to celebrate the end of our time in Cheltenham. I think getting out and about was good for me, to be surrounded by people and to have some distraction.
Thursday, I did allow myself to wallow. I was suddenly hurt. I'm not sure if it was a seatbelt injury, or if it was from holding myself tensely and shivering and shaking so much the previous day. But I was so very sore across my chest. And exhausted, I had barely slept. So I stayed at home, did a little knitting, watched some stuff on my laptop and then ended up sleeping all afternoon. Then we went out to dinner as a flat, a final bonding experience for the three of us, who had individually gone through so much in that flat, that we had shared and supported each other through. I'm so glad to have bonded such lovely girls who I'm sure we will always look back at our time fondly and be grateful for.
Friday brought new adventures - driving again. I had a courtesy car from my insurance company. And I was dreading driving. First time after my crash and also because I've hardly driven any other car since I learnt to drive. Pleased to say, in a slightly strange, lacking kind of way, it was fine. It was just driving. Once I was in the car, it was almost as if nothing had happened. One of my friends agreed to come back to Bristol with me, to act as some morale support and as a very soothing, calming influence. And she was wonderful. Thanks Charlotte.
And life goes on... it was back to work at the weekend. And then the nightmare of sorting it all out. Last week Tuesday was an overwhelming day.
1) I learnt that the driver of the other car is making a personal claim, via a very snooty, aggressive, intimidating letter. (Which luckily, I have legal cover with the insurance, so all I had to do was forward the letter onto the insurance company and let them deal with it all, so glad about that). I was very upset and thrown by this letter, but I have been reassured by everyone that it's just par for the course following an accident these days.
2) I found out about my jobs. I will be spending the first two years if my working life in Yeovil, a place I've never been to before. I will be doing the following rotations: F1 - endocrinology; gastric surgery; general medicine. F2 - GP (mmmm, not something I really wanted); trauma & orthopaedics (something I wanted even less!) and finally Obstetrics and gynaecology (yay, at least I got this!). I'm sure these two years will be full of all sorts of adventures and learning experiences
3) The engineer from my insurance company phoned to confirm that the car is a definite write off and to let me know how much I will be receiving.
In amongst this all - the slightly more positives.
My birthday - was on a Sunday. Was lovely and lazy, full of loving messages, and a evening meal at a pan-Asian buffet in town with some of my friends.
Uni - am currently spending four weeks doing a GP audit. I have collected my data and then trying to get motivated enough to start writing up the results!
Knitting - Ru wristwarmers are finished. And so are two gorgeous vests for two lovely little girls. And now I'm busy working on a lacey scarf for Farrah, using one of the balls of hand dyed that I painted at the workshop.
Friends - random pancake evenings, random relaxing at home, watching 24, playing on the Wii, and general distractions
Visits - the Clarks came and spent an evening with me last weekend. I crazy, busy, joyous afternoon and evening. My little flat hasn't had that much noise in weeks combined. It was great, and just what I needed. Company. We didn't do very much, we went shopping (much to the girl's horror, and only redeemed by going to the best toy shop ever!), and a lazy dinner of naan bread pizzas, and all things yarn! It was lovely, thanks guys, and we have to do it again!
And I think that is a fairly brief summary of things. I'm still waiting for the cheque to come through, the insurance company have had some silly delays caused by people going on holiday without filing reports. I'm hoping to get it in the next couple of days. And then I'm hoping to go home to Derby for a long weekend, to see my parents before they go off on holiday over Easter and to have some company to cheer me up. I need the soothing, cathartic influence of being around those I love.
And now, some photos:
Firstly, the yarn all dried and looking so amazing, I'm so proud of my creativity and can't wait to see what it all turns out like when knitted.
But in amongst it all there have been positive moments, with the support of my wonderful friends. So here it is, the story of the last few weeks.
The car: I ended up accompanying the car, on a flat bed truck, to the insurance appointed garage, which was beyond Bristol. Fortunately, the very lovely recovery truck driver gave me a lift back to Gloucester, from where I was able to jump on a bus and get back to Cheltenham, at the end of a very long day. The burnt smell of the airbags lingering on me, all I wanted to do was shower and wash my hair. And then just curl up in a ball and sleep. I resisted the urge though, and instead went out for dinner with my coursemates, to celebrate the end of our time in Cheltenham. I think getting out and about was good for me, to be surrounded by people and to have some distraction.
Thursday, I did allow myself to wallow. I was suddenly hurt. I'm not sure if it was a seatbelt injury, or if it was from holding myself tensely and shivering and shaking so much the previous day. But I was so very sore across my chest. And exhausted, I had barely slept. So I stayed at home, did a little knitting, watched some stuff on my laptop and then ended up sleeping all afternoon. Then we went out to dinner as a flat, a final bonding experience for the three of us, who had individually gone through so much in that flat, that we had shared and supported each other through. I'm so glad to have bonded such lovely girls who I'm sure we will always look back at our time fondly and be grateful for.
Friday brought new adventures - driving again. I had a courtesy car from my insurance company. And I was dreading driving. First time after my crash and also because I've hardly driven any other car since I learnt to drive. Pleased to say, in a slightly strange, lacking kind of way, it was fine. It was just driving. Once I was in the car, it was almost as if nothing had happened. One of my friends agreed to come back to Bristol with me, to act as some morale support and as a very soothing, calming influence. And she was wonderful. Thanks Charlotte.
And life goes on... it was back to work at the weekend. And then the nightmare of sorting it all out. Last week Tuesday was an overwhelming day.
1) I learnt that the driver of the other car is making a personal claim, via a very snooty, aggressive, intimidating letter. (Which luckily, I have legal cover with the insurance, so all I had to do was forward the letter onto the insurance company and let them deal with it all, so glad about that). I was very upset and thrown by this letter, but I have been reassured by everyone that it's just par for the course following an accident these days.
2) I found out about my jobs. I will be spending the first two years if my working life in Yeovil, a place I've never been to before. I will be doing the following rotations: F1 - endocrinology; gastric surgery; general medicine. F2 - GP (mmmm, not something I really wanted); trauma & orthopaedics (something I wanted even less!) and finally Obstetrics and gynaecology (yay, at least I got this!). I'm sure these two years will be full of all sorts of adventures and learning experiences
3) The engineer from my insurance company phoned to confirm that the car is a definite write off and to let me know how much I will be receiving.
In amongst this all - the slightly more positives.
My birthday - was on a Sunday. Was lovely and lazy, full of loving messages, and a evening meal at a pan-Asian buffet in town with some of my friends.
Uni - am currently spending four weeks doing a GP audit. I have collected my data and then trying to get motivated enough to start writing up the results!
Knitting - Ru wristwarmers are finished. And so are two gorgeous vests for two lovely little girls. And now I'm busy working on a lacey scarf for Farrah, using one of the balls of hand dyed that I painted at the workshop.
Friends - random pancake evenings, random relaxing at home, watching 24, playing on the Wii, and general distractions
Visits - the Clarks came and spent an evening with me last weekend. I crazy, busy, joyous afternoon and evening. My little flat hasn't had that much noise in weeks combined. It was great, and just what I needed. Company. We didn't do very much, we went shopping (much to the girl's horror, and only redeemed by going to the best toy shop ever!), and a lazy dinner of naan bread pizzas, and all things yarn! It was lovely, thanks guys, and we have to do it again!
And I think that is a fairly brief summary of things. I'm still waiting for the cheque to come through, the insurance company have had some silly delays caused by people going on holiday without filing reports. I'm hoping to get it in the next couple of days. And then I'm hoping to go home to Derby for a long weekend, to see my parents before they go off on holiday over Easter and to have some company to cheer me up. I need the soothing, cathartic influence of being around those I love.
And now, some photos:
Firstly, the yarn all dried and looking so amazing, I'm so proud of my creativity and can't wait to see what it all turns out like when knitted.
Sock yarn - pink with purple lowlights
Sock yarn - much brighter green than originally intended
Final sock yarn
Silk hankie
DK for Sarah, was supposed to be turquoise and purple, but ended up blue and purple
DK in gold and earthy red tones
Scrumptious Lace (45% silk, 55% merino) in semisolid plummy colour
Scrumptious Chunky in various shades of blue, purple and red
Ru's wristwarmer's - it's very difficult to take a photo of both your hands when you're by yourself!
Playing with my new toy, a wool winder
Getting ready to start Farrah's scarf
Little vests:
Close up of Jenna's armholes, unintended two tone as I was sooooo close to running out of wool
And they fit!
And finally, my flat being filled with people
The girls helped me wind the left over wool from Morgi's vest and made just-for-her wool of Sarah's. And not the DVDs aren't all neatly lined up. Apparently best game in my flat for little bean hands is to pull them all off the shelves until you're sitting in a pile bigger than you!
Apparently wool-winders are great toys for all ages, not just for me!
Just looking through these photos and it amazes me just how busy and full the last few weeks have been, filled with so much bad and yet so much good. No wonder I feel drained and not myself. Such a rollercoaster. But I suppose that's just life...
Saturday, 30 January 2010
Wonderful Mara
I'm happily back in Bristol, but absolutely exhausted. Cheltenham is really not good for me, I'm totally run down by it, and it has only been two weeks though. Halfway. I really need to get some good rest whilst I'm back in Bristol, making the most of relaxing and chilling out. Besides work!
And as expecting, waiting back in Bristol for me was the red slip from the postie, so I literally put my bags down and then rushed straight out again. And this is what was waiting for me:
It is so beautifully soft and such wonderful colours - a perfect choice for me. I love how dusky and muted they are, and the graduation of colours with the blues and lilacs, reds and pinks. Absolutely gorgerous. And a homemade card, from Mara, saying she was happy to enable my yarn habbit. She also explained that she sent the solid pink to go with the multicoloured, so I could be adventurous and make the heels, toes, and cuff of the socks in a co-ordinated but different yarn. I'm soooo excited to get working on them soon... I suppose I just have to pick a pattern first. Mainly debating if I should have a fairly plain sock with minimal stitch patterns, or to go for something more "busy" like the ones I just finished. I still just can't believe someone would send a stranger such a wonderful beautiful yarn. Such wonderful generousity. :) Thank you very much Mara, and thanks to Ravelry for allowing me to meet her.
And I won't spoil the specialness and excitment of the yarn by saying anything more...
And as expecting, waiting back in Bristol for me was the red slip from the postie, so I literally put my bags down and then rushed straight out again. And this is what was waiting for me:
It is so beautifully soft and such wonderful colours - a perfect choice for me. I love how dusky and muted they are, and the graduation of colours with the blues and lilacs, reds and pinks. Absolutely gorgerous. And a homemade card, from Mara, saying she was happy to enable my yarn habbit. She also explained that she sent the solid pink to go with the multicoloured, so I could be adventurous and make the heels, toes, and cuff of the socks in a co-ordinated but different yarn. I'm soooo excited to get working on them soon... I suppose I just have to pick a pattern first. Mainly debating if I should have a fairly plain sock with minimal stitch patterns, or to go for something more "busy" like the ones I just finished. I still just can't believe someone would send a stranger such a wonderful beautiful yarn. Such wonderful generousity. :) Thank you very much Mara, and thanks to Ravelry for allowing me to meet her.
And I won't spoil the specialness and excitment of the yarn by saying anything more...
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