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Jan. 9th, 2007 12:07 pmLast night, I was in so much pain from my stomach cramping and bloating and just being generally yuck, that I couldn't sleep. This morning, I bit the bullet this morning and made an appointment with the doctor. I can't put up with this anymore and I want to actually speak to a doctor and find out if I actually have something wrong with me and what, specifically, is doing it.
If I am gluten-intolerant, then at least I'll know that when I buy the cheap pasta for 20p rather than the same gluten-free quantity for £1.15 it'll hurt.
The doctor (I actually just capitalised that without thinking about it) must be really empty. Normally, you have to plead your case with a triage nurse to get one at any point soon, or be willing to wait about two weeks. I have an appointment for tomorrow, just for talking to the receptionist. I didn't even mention symptoms! All of St Andrews must be freakingly healthy. Weird...
Anyway. Today I need to go and have a shower, get some lunch and then go to a DocSoc meeting. So at some point I need to work out my Table of People Wot Have Ordered Stuff.
I also need to stop freaking out about the house. I can afford it - not easily, but I can do it, possibly after some careful conversations with my mother and bunging and extra grand on my overall loan repayable which at this point doesn't feel like a great amount - and so can everyone else who will be moving in with me, so if people could stop freaking out and having second thoughts, that would be nice because we need to get this sorted. There are no cheaper houses in St Andrews, and if worst comes to worst, it's only for the next two years, and we can cope with that. Also, it is perfectly bloody possible to work, to have a social life and to do well in a degree. No, honest, it's true, and it's faintly fulfilling to have a job anyway, in a sort of 'hurrah! I am keeping myself well fed!' kind of way. I mean, most other people struggle along like this.
There's also the fact that there's no way I'd get back in Albany, and Fife Park would be tricky to get back into, and if we didn't, then what would we do?
We need to sign that bloody contract and get stuff sorted, pronto, so I can go back to delightedly shrieking 'BATH! GARDEN! DISHWASHER!' at people.
If I am gluten-intolerant, then at least I'll know that when I buy the cheap pasta for 20p rather than the same gluten-free quantity for £1.15 it'll hurt.
The doctor (I actually just capitalised that without thinking about it) must be really empty. Normally, you have to plead your case with a triage nurse to get one at any point soon, or be willing to wait about two weeks. I have an appointment for tomorrow, just for talking to the receptionist. I didn't even mention symptoms! All of St Andrews must be freakingly healthy. Weird...
Anyway. Today I need to go and have a shower, get some lunch and then go to a DocSoc meeting. So at some point I need to work out my Table of People Wot Have Ordered Stuff.
I also need to stop freaking out about the house. I can afford it - not easily, but I can do it, possibly after some careful conversations with my mother and bunging and extra grand on my overall loan repayable which at this point doesn't feel like a great amount - and so can everyone else who will be moving in with me, so if people could stop freaking out and having second thoughts, that would be nice because we need to get this sorted. There are no cheaper houses in St Andrews, and if worst comes to worst, it's only for the next two years, and we can cope with that. Also, it is perfectly bloody possible to work, to have a social life and to do well in a degree. No, honest, it's true, and it's faintly fulfilling to have a job anyway, in a sort of 'hurrah! I am keeping myself well fed!' kind of way. I mean, most other people struggle along like this.
There's also the fact that there's no way I'd get back in Albany, and Fife Park would be tricky to get back into, and if we didn't, then what would we do?
We need to sign that bloody contract and get stuff sorted, pronto, so I can go back to delightedly shrieking 'BATH! GARDEN! DISHWASHER!' at people.
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Date: 2007-01-09 01:03 pm (UTC)Also, I studied full time, worked part time and had a social life (I started my final year as president of the Sci-Fi Soc and seeing a fresher!), and walked away with a 2:2.
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Date: 2007-01-09 02:17 pm (UTC)OR SO I HOPE.
But it is a lovely house and I won't have that constant depressed feeling that it's an hour-round trip for uni and where I live now.
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Date: 2007-01-09 05:35 pm (UTC)Anyway >.> Get better soooooon.
Buying a house sounds like a big step I hope it all goes well.
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Date: 2007-01-09 08:00 pm (UTC)We're not buying a house!!! Oh my good heavens no that deserved the exclamation marks. We're just renting it. :-)
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Date: 2007-01-10 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-09 07:00 pm (UTC)ps - can i come & visit you from france?
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Date: 2007-01-09 08:01 pm (UTC)SOOOFFFFAAAAAASSSSSS.
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Date: 2007-01-09 08:10 pm (UTC)Check the kitchen for mould an/or plumbing problems, if you haven't already. I know it sounds ridiculous but my sister lived in a house for several months where there was actual mould growing on the actual kitchen wall. Making their food bad and their health worse. To sort it out would originally have been difficult, as her housemates had already moved their stuff in and you would've wanted to remove all that for several days ad washed the wall with bleach. It was much, much worse by the time she left the house, with several feet of the wall being taken up with fuzzy ill-health. Hurrah... and to wash it off we might well have made the wall collapse. So, be careful of bad plaster and/or plasterboard as well. Tiled kitchens are generally better.
Plumbing problems are not the end of the world but landlords are not known for being quick at sorting them out, and bad smells can put you in a bad mood for weeks before you realise what's going on.
Also, The Doctor, to me, often means my boyfriend's ex. The Bitch. Just thought you ought to know.
So when they send you for a camera down the gullet, take someone with you. Get knocked out.
xx
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Date: 2007-01-09 09:15 pm (UTC)We actualy checked out the house for plumbing problems and whatnot - the house has been done up pretty recently, and the landlord is apparently utterly amazing and will come and fix stuff at silly times of the day. We were also very careful at the mould problem - we've already had it this year, never again!
If this doctor thinks the same of students as, apparently, everyone else from St Andrews does, I won't get tests. I'll get a comforting pat and told to drink less. That is their advice for every illness, because BY GOD why should they be expected to help out us students?
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Date: 2007-01-09 11:22 pm (UTC)xx
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Date: 2007-01-09 11:44 pm (UTC)Also, how can anyone possibly have second thoughts about a reasonably priced house with a DISHWASHER and a GARDENER?! Such things put our posh and un-studenty (at least at first appearences) house to shame.