I'm Still Around Here Somewhere ...

I'm glad this week is over! It's been hell. If it weren't for Rich keeping me on track and making me laugh, I'd have gone insane. Or insaner. Okay, probably no such word.

I didn't take my equity and trusts exam. I'm going to have to take it during resits in August. The pressure just got too much for me, and hopefully my medical certificate from my doctor will cover me. If not, I'm screwed, but I don't care.

I'm back at hospital Monday, but I had a letter from the consultant telling me that my last liver function test still came back high, so I should have an appointment for an MRI coming through soon. I'm hoping they don't find anything and can go through with the gall bladder surgery.

As far as anything else goes, the guy in the pub who asked me out has un-asked me out. I'm not really bothered, to tell the truth. I was a bit pissed off because he seemed to make a big deal about having Vicky give me his mobile number, then asking me for a drink, and then seemed to have second thoughts. Well, considering it's me we're talking about, it's par for the course.