Removed the old (and broken) dishwasher this morning, and an oven and hob too (not broken, just not wanted). Had to buy an extra part – a HEP2O appliance fitting with tap (really good) – as the previous inline valve had broken. The new dishwasher arrived and I fitted that back into the place of the old one.
Spend some of the early afternoon in the sun. I scared myself slightly with the fact that getting sunburnt once in two years triples your chances of melanoma! Sunburn is literally just reddening of the skin!
Sunburn is a clear sign that the DNA in your skin cells has been damaged by too much UV radiation. Getting sunburn, just once every 2 years, can triple your risk of melanoma skin cancer.
Sunburn doesn’t have to be raw, peeling or blistering. If your skin has gone pink or red in the sun, it’s sunburnt. For people with darker skin, it may just feel irritated, tender or itchy.
In only a couple of weeks, for the first time EVER in 21 years, I am going on holiday. I’m going to Corfu with my girlfriend. I cannot wait. Unfortunately, however, I am not entirely sure what to pack, other than my passport and EHIC card.
*Opens Google in a new tab*
Another beach day today. It would be fair enough to say that I am a little burnt, but not too bad (especially in comparison to some of the grockels* who look like ripened tomatoes).
In the sea at the moment, and every other year recently come to think of it, are small jellyfish-like creatures called “Ctenophoroa”. These particularly impress me as they are bioluminescent, and shimmer all the colours of the rainbow in the bright sun. I will attach a picture below (not mine).
Aftersun (Vaseline Intensive Care Essential Healing) liberally applied and I am off to sleep.
Woke up late – annoying (I don’t like wasting time).
Decided to entertain the suggestion of smashing golf balls into oblivion at the local driving range with my brother and a friend. At first, I was sceptical as to how much (or little) fun this would be – turns out, quite a lot. Later, we went into Woolacombe (a local village where I grew up), the sun was out and I was amazed by how clear and calm the sea was. Some locals are not impressed, however, as usually the spin-off with good weather is no surf.
Started a new job after this at 1600 at a local fish and chip shop run by friends. I’m not entirely familiar with their parents, so the first thing I do is introduce my self with “Hey, I’m James, you must be Jo” (names changed for confidentiality). “No, no, I’m Laura”.
I’ve been home for a couple of days. I’m now slightly bored and on the job hunt. I am hugely excited to be home, non the less.
My provisional (unratified) grades are out, I have passed the year with a 1st. I have worked hard, however, and expected nothing less 😂!
Mum has tasked me to get an old car running, an 05 plate Corsa. It needs a new battery, a leak identifying and fixing and some wiper blades. Hopefully I will be able to run it about after that (and it will be more economic) 🤞🏽.
Updates to follow.
The engine light on my dashboard recently turned on… coincidence?!
Today begins with me being enlightened about how coming from the country means I am naturally incestuous with six fingers. I can confirm that this is not true.
We’re dispatched almost immediately to a patient in their fifties with cardiac chest pain. On arrival, they’re laid on the pavement breathing at 76 a minute and are in quite evident distress. We don’t dilly dally around. The patient is in the back of the ambulance within minutes. I do a 12-lead ECG (a tracing of the hearts electrical activity, pictured below). The tracing confirms that the patient is having a rather significant heart attack or MI (myocardial infarction in fancy medical talk). Aspirin, clopidogrel and GTN are given, as standard, and I alert the PPCI (primary percutaneous coronary intervention) department, which is only the best part of a 50-minute drive (on blue lights). The monitor then shows my patient is in cardiac arrest. I promptly alert my colleagues. Compressions are started immediately and he is shocked twice – we achieve ROSC (return of spontaneous circulation – basically we’ve brought the patient back to life). Although by now, the patient has technically died and been resuscitated, all they keep saying is how they’re going in and out of consciousness. I think we did quite a good job. The patient is stable for the rest of the journey to the PPCI. I am allowed to watch the angioplasty, which is successful.*
Naturally, the rest of the day was fairly mundane after this bout of excitement.±
* Angioplasty carries significant risks. For example, the embolus causing occlusion in the heart can, once dislodged, travel to the brain and cause a massive stroke.
Today’s the last of three days off, but non the less, I am excited to return to work (I am not being paid, and I don’t mind; however, it would be nice to have a fuel reimbursement, as I spend £66 to travel a mere 280 miles – or perhaps a new, more efficient car – I live in hope).
A busy few days, which is good – I tend to go a bit mad if I am not constantly occupied. I’ve written to my grandparents (mum’s side), seen my girlfriend for her birthday (and made her a lemon cake), had my hair cut, done plenty of house work (the other two do absolutely sod all – bone idle), packed up the large majority of my room and been into the city to buy a new book (to read for pleasure – I cannot be dealing with anymore textbooks this year).
I’ve had some module feedback too.
Therefore, I’m relatively pleased with myself.
Sleep time now – up at 0400 tomorrow – I’m on the day shift.
25th April 2018 @ 1556 I receive an email detailing how I have been identified as a potential match for a patient requiring a stem cell donation! How exciting! I am now awaiting delivery of the blood sample kits for HLA typing and infectious disease screening.
Today, I have spent much of the day outside in the rain. I do a lot of practical jobs around the house for my Mum – I suppose this is what a Father should be doing if I had one (living at home). I think it’s fair to say that, by twenty-years-old, not many young men or women have built deckings, shower-rooms, garage to bedroom conversions, studio(music) desks, etc. I try to avoid pride, however, the skills that I have learnt, and then utilised, do make me proud. Back to what I was going to say, I have been clearing large, very soggy, parts of a tree trunk. [I’ll attach a couple of photos].
Within the past week, we’ve had more dealings with the Police than most people would hope to have in their lives; but that’s OK, because, I think the Police are great (in general). The most notable event would be my 16-year-old brother, along with three friends (ages 15-16), stealing a car, driving it at speeds exceeding 100mph and then getting out to beat-up a gentleman who was trying to stop them. As this is currently being investigated, I should probably not say much more, other than the fact that, of course, this is very wrong.
I hope to find some more things soon that may be interesting.