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Date: 21 May 2005 00:34:12
I came back from an evening out, to be greated by a ‘HIYA, WE'RE JUST HAVING A LITTLE HOUSE PARTY, YOU HAD A GOOD NIGHT?' from a very drunk flatmate. I replied, ‘yeah, it was very good' (with emphaise on the 'was'). At the moment they are running around the block, shouting about toast that has been burnt and about setting off the fire alarms. They'd better not set them off, I've only got shortie pyjamas on. At present I'm not even attempting to go to sleep, I'll never be able to with their racket. I can't wait till I move out in 4-5 weeks. Grrrrrr. Sorry about the ranting (this blog is very useful for expressing emotions, whether it be excitement or anger).
I gave blood today. It was very strange being a patient of sorts, having experienced ‘the other side': being the nurse. At one point the nurse was obviously concerned about the way my body was reacting to the loss of blood - she was trying to cover it up with a friendly front, but I could tell, after doing it myself. She called the sister over and they stopped the blood and insisted on turning me to my side and taking away the comfy pillow (I felt fine, but they didn't seem to quite believe this). I understood the medical reasons behind their actions, but it was very annoying when you know they aren't telling you what is wrong with your body. When I am in the nurses position, I probably act in a similar, so that the patient does not become more anxious, which might make them worse. But when you know there is something not right (from the nurses' body language and actions) it makes you anxious wondering what it could be. It is important, I think, for nurses to experience being patients, so they can display a certain degree of empathy with patients.
Ohhh, flatmates seem to have quietened down for the moment. Going to go and try to get some sleep.