![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
By which I mean, I haven't done a general life update in a while, let's get on that while I'm merrily fuelled by red wine!
Work
Currently right in the middle of my psychiatry term, which is confiming my interest in the field but also pissing me off because of a) the highly acute and absurdly bed-pressured nature of the unit, and b) the fact that it's about to rearrange its medical team structure on a fundamental level, which I suspect will double my workload while halving my educational exposure. FANTASTIC.
In slightly better news, I've been nominated to attend a conference on pre-vocational medical training in Perth next month. I get to gad around on the other side of the country, mostly because I tend to turn up to committee meetings and TALK A LOT.
...Career?
euughgjdkfh don't ask me queeeestions. I am tearing my hair out over the fact that early-mid next year I have to apply to a training program and ALSO decide whether I'm staying put or moving back to Sydney. On the one hand: family, new friends, familiarity with the medical community and system, adequately cold weather. On the other:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ryokophoenix, SYDNEY FOOD, getting some large-cityness under my skin again, did I mention the food. I was also thinking about looking at some Melbourne hospitals, in a fit of whimsy -- I'm pretty sure the food & weather situations there are MORE THAN ADEQUATE -- but uh, that + registrar job = probably too much newness to handle at once.
Reading
Currently: steadily working through the complete works of Shakespeare. Concurrently: Peter Ackroyd's Shakespeare: the Biography. Julia Child's My Life in France. Robin McKinley's Spindle's End. Only four things at once! Progress! Oh, wait, I'm somewhere in the middle of the second trade of Batman: No Man's Land too.
Writing
I'm feeling more stressed than usual by work, and when that happens my writing muscles shrivel up and make pathetic mewling noises. My Natasha Romanoff fic hit 23,544 words this week and then STUCK THERE. I'm still very excited about Yuletide! And utterly, utterly failing at kink_bingo, which is partly because my writing brain has been so deeply embroiled in a largely asexual character for the past few months.
Romance
Hahahaha yes hilarious.
Cooking
I've been doing a lot of this; when my writing goes to shit, this is what I tend to pour my frustrated desire for creation into. Sadly the cookbooks and blogs I've been poring over lately all seem to be saying: MOVE OUT. MOVE OUT SO NOBODY WILL EYE YOUR RECIPES WITH A CALORIE-COUNTING EYE OR REFUSE TO EAT SQUID/BEANS/PRAWNS/TOFU/BBQ SAUCE/A LARGE ARBITRARY SELECTION OF VEGETABLES. Sigh. I end up just baking a lot because at least chocolate is universally acceptable.
Heady materialism
SO I BOUGHT A CAR TODAY. GUYS. A CAR. MY FIRST CAR. It's this, a Ford Fiesta in bright fuckoff orange, and it's called Fernando; I tried a few less flamboyant names on for size, but they didn't stick.
Work
Currently right in the middle of my psychiatry term, which is confiming my interest in the field but also pissing me off because of a) the highly acute and absurdly bed-pressured nature of the unit, and b) the fact that it's about to rearrange its medical team structure on a fundamental level, which I suspect will double my workload while halving my educational exposure. FANTASTIC.
In slightly better news, I've been nominated to attend a conference on pre-vocational medical training in Perth next month. I get to gad around on the other side of the country, mostly because I tend to turn up to committee meetings and TALK A LOT.
...Career?
euughgjdkfh don't ask me queeeestions. I am tearing my hair out over the fact that early-mid next year I have to apply to a training program and ALSO decide whether I'm staying put or moving back to Sydney. On the one hand: family, new friends, familiarity with the medical community and system, adequately cold weather. On the other:
ryokophoenix, SYDNEY FOOD, getting some large-cityness under my skin again, did I mention the food. I was also thinking about looking at some Melbourne hospitals, in a fit of whimsy -- I'm pretty sure the food & weather situations there are MORE THAN ADEQUATE -- but uh, that + registrar job = probably too much newness to handle at once.Reading
Currently: steadily working through the complete works of Shakespeare. Concurrently: Peter Ackroyd's Shakespeare: the Biography. Julia Child's My Life in France. Robin McKinley's Spindle's End. Only four things at once! Progress! Oh, wait, I'm somewhere in the middle of the second trade of Batman: No Man's Land too.
Writing
I'm feeling more stressed than usual by work, and when that happens my writing muscles shrivel up and make pathetic mewling noises. My Natasha Romanoff fic hit 23,544 words this week and then STUCK THERE. I'm still very excited about Yuletide! And utterly, utterly failing at kink_bingo, which is partly because my writing brain has been so deeply embroiled in a largely asexual character for the past few months.
Romance
Hahahaha yes hilarious.
Cooking
I've been doing a lot of this; when my writing goes to shit, this is what I tend to pour my frustrated desire for creation into. Sadly the cookbooks and blogs I've been poring over lately all seem to be saying: MOVE OUT. MOVE OUT SO NOBODY WILL EYE YOUR RECIPES WITH A CALORIE-COUNTING EYE OR REFUSE TO EAT SQUID/BEANS/PRAWNS/TOFU/BBQ SAUCE/A LARGE ARBITRARY SELECTION OF VEGETABLES. Sigh. I end up just baking a lot because at least chocolate is universally acceptable.
Heady materialism
SO I BOUGHT A CAR TODAY. GUYS. A CAR. MY FIRST CAR. It's this, a Ford Fiesta in bright fuckoff orange, and it's called Fernando; I tried a few less flamboyant names on for size, but they didn't stick.
