Radio silence.

Woops. Forgot about this a tad.

Right then. I had a hosp appt on Monday, which I went in to with the full intention of if I was going to be given cipro, I'd source out the nearest crackheads and sell it to them. Luckily it wasn't prescribed (and I jumped onto my whole trail of reasons why I won't-go-near-the-damn-stuff-ever-again before it was even suggested.) So IVs it is. Brill. B/c they weren't started immediately and they're scheduled for the 3rd Dec, I've just narrowly managed to score November as my first IV free month since June or something. I loose count how many times I've been on IVs. It's a narrow win, but a win none the less.

Given the fact that I've been on IVs so frequently compared to how I used to be, and how I keep catching colds (I'm blaming pred for probably interfering with my immune system therefore colds take the piss and take major advantage. I might be wrong but it's what I'm going with) you'd think that maybe they'd think about changing my IVs as clearly these ones aren't quite up to the job anymore. I suggested, he finds a third drug, and as I always have two drugs for IVs, he could alternate between say the second and the third drug every different round of IVs. Clearly I wasn't listened to again as the dr said 'Well the problem with Tobramycin is due to your hearing...' I stopped listening. For fuck sake, I didn't mean go back on the drug that has pretty much destroyed my life, go use one of the other bloody drugs! I don't understand why they find it so fucking hard to listen to me properly! Ironic that...

Oh and my port went weird. They flushed it and when the nurse took the needle out, blood, everywhere. Gahhh. My port never bleeds back and rarely ever bleeds when you take the needle out so I was a bit 'woah' about that. I have no idea why that randomly happened but my port still works fine so it doesn't matter. The bruise right where the needle went in hurts like a bitch though.

College, in a word, is busy. I can't be bothered to go on about it. But lets just say that 2 months in, 9 projects and 6 essays later, I'm a lot more busy than I was last year. I suppose that's a slight disadvantage to being on the Saturday course all last year. We did about 6 projects in total, or something and they were so short, and pretty much consisted of a brief, sticking in the worksheets we were given, the final image, and an evaluation if you could be bothered. Oh we're supposed to be going to Barcelona in March. Which is about £230. Plus I need a passport. Yay, forms(!) I'm just looking forward to explaining my sheer amount of drugs to the Spanish customs. It's 3 days/4 nights so I might think about leaving my eFlow at home just to avoid the extra stress of them freaking out and thinking it's a bomb or something.

The Barcelona thing was quite unexpected - I knew we go somewhere in the second year (no idea where - students before us have been to London or New York) so it's pretty cool. Cept I can't remember any of my yr 9 Spanish. Frankly I'd be amazed if I could.

I think xmas holidays start on the 10th or the 17th dec (3 deadlines on the 10th, so I'm hoping it's then, and we're not back in for almost a month) If you're realllllly interested in the stuff I've been doing at college, I usually put up the photos on flickr [clicky here] I don't have everything on there - I forgot to scan my first project and a couple of projects are just a few essays (or 5). Trust me, you don't want to read them.

And um... yeah I think that's it. It's not been a very interesting radio silence.

College, boredom, and a potentially broken nose.

Boredom. Naturally. So obviously we toss about with the webcam on my mac :D

I should probably explain the broken nose thing first. It's most likely not broken (lack of black eyes is a bit obvious) but it seriously hurts, still, and there is actually a bruise but its just faint and across the top of my nose. With my inability to clearly bruise much, it tells you that I've had a hard thump to the face. And erm... how it happened is a bit ridiculous. I was lying on the floor, as you do, and the foot stool was in the way so I went to move it. Cept I sort of caught it instead and it fell on my face. Those corners hurt. 

I still feel like crap unfortunately b/c this stupid cold has done a number on me and now I'm basically back to where I started before IVs a few weeks ago. IVs which I had to have b/c of a cold. Fucking typical, but such is my life. We phoned the Dr b/c having hemos and coughing all night aren't really my favourite hobbies, and he said as it's too soon for IVs, it's Cipro or nothing, as cipro is apparently the only thing, without resorting to IVs, that will work on my pseudo. B/c I never see the point in cipro, it jacks up my appetite (and I'm eating next to nothing b/c of feeling like shit, so I'm not risking loosing what I've still got) I feel like crap whilst on it and once it's finished, I go back to how I started, if not get worse b/c it's done nothing in the first place, when my dr suggested cipro, I said no. No one will fucking believe me when I say how crap I feel on it, how useless it is and how I loose my appetite on it (despite that being a listed side effect) and as those stupid little tests show I'm technically still sensitive to it, they're gonna keep suggesting it till the cows come home. And I'll keep refusing it b/c I'm not wasting my time.

Basically the gist is, it was cipro or nothing. So I got nothing. That stupid hospital won't treat me. It's not my fault that cipro doesn't work, or how last time on it I ended up feeling so crap I never left my room for a few days. I don't know what it'll take for the dr to believe me on anything I say, I'm doubting he ever will. Pretty sure he thinks I'm lying about the chest pain b/c when it's mentioned, there's just this look he gives me that seems to say 'Seriously? You're still going on about that?'

It's so typical really, I changed from paediatrics to adults sooner than I had to so I could get away from bastard drs (I hated my paed drs with a passion, and I'm pretty sure the feeling was mutual) and I'm basically in the same position now. I'm trying to change consultants as I know theres two others. But no one will let me. Fucking sucks...

Ok rant over.

College is going really good now I've gotten used to it and managed to sort stuff out the best I can. The newest project we've started (they're still having us do several at a time) has us taking photos based on low lighting. One of these photos has to include the 'painting with light' technique, and nothing is more fun. Seriously. You just jump around like an idiot with a torch (or glowsticks and car lights, basically anything you can make light trails with) whilst the camera is on a slow shutter speed, and you get some seriously cool effects.

Too cool. Funnest project I've done so far. Plus it's on digital which makes it better, as you can see the result straight away rather than when you're using film and have to develop it first. I've done a lot of film. We've used 35mm, medium and large format, so we're basically covering everything. It's weird to think we started about a month and a half ago, and we're onto project number 6, and then each project has all this stuff attached - we have to do PPD AD101 which includes stuff like safety reports, 500 word evaluation per final photo (some projects are more than one photo) contact sheets, cost breakdown, etc etc. And then we also have history, and as well as that, we have visits to places where we have to write a 500 word report on each too. Busy, yes. But I don't mind it (until deadlines loom...) and I have a laugh with my friends there. I know I freaked out entirely when I first started but that was b/c I had no idea what I was doing, there was a lot more work than I realised and things like my note takers were screwed up so I had no idea what was happening half the time. But that was then. This is now.

Funny how things can change in a short amount of time.