My Story..My Life...

Writing this on a Sunday to mark the end of the queer week I had..a week that felt like a dream. Whether it was a good dream or a nightmare, I simply cannot decide...

Last Thursday, K drove me to West Timperley Medical Centre where I would meet my mentor and she would meet hers. K normally drives me to our placement area if both our mentors happen to arrange for us to meet them at the same venue at the same time. However, K was having tonsillitis that day but she could not text me in time for me to catch my bus. It just so happened that her mentor was off sick and so I told my mentor that K was not feeling well and if she could go back home earlier. After much discussion, turned out that K had arranged a spoke in the afternoon at Trafford General and I was to go in place of her since she was going home. Now here comes the problem. Timperley is in south Trafford and Trafford General Hospital is in west Trafford. I could just simply take 245 or 247 and arrive at the hospital directly. However, bad luck as I am always, I did not have enough change for bus fare that day and I could not get any cash out of the cash machine with my debit card. Being prideful, I did not borrow any money from strangers or my mentor. In the end, I had to hop onto bus 41 from Timerley back to Manchester, which took an hour, and another bus 256 from Manchester to Trafford General, which took another hour. Does it sound ridiculous? Perhaps, because I forgot to add that bus 245 and 247 are run by Arriva bus company and I only had Stagecoach bus company Unirider with me. I could not describe how apologetic I was when I was half an hour late...

That was not the end of Thursday. I went to a seminar about the effects of radiation by a doctor from Christie Hospital. Turned out that the lecturer did not turn up at all. As frustrating as it was, I felt more sorry for the organisers of the seminar who were trying to raise funds for the Chernobyl Children's Project. 真是空欢喜一场...

Went down to Christie Hospital to different wards trying to arrange my elective placement. But all the ward sisters were not working that day. So I had to go down this morning again. Found out that the ward sisters are only coming in the afternoon. Had to go down in the afternoon AGAIN. But I managed to get accepted in a surgical oncology ward. Finally, things are starting to bear some fruits...In the end, I left the hospital grinning like an idiot. 藏不住心里的喜悦...:D

- i just wanted to say ...# ;