Showing posts with label Wales. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wales. Show all posts

Monday, December 7, 2009

UK path lab is a MACHINE!

I went and got a blood test done today, mainly to see if there is anything in my DNA that makes me so awesomely superhuman. I was amazed at the efficient, if not impersonal service here in Wales. Seriously:

9:00am - roll up to Doctor's clinic for drop in hours
9:20am - Doctor confirms I am dying, gives me plastic bag, form, map to Pathology Unit

12:10pm - walk to Path lab (which is conveniently in the hospital next to my University)
12:15pm - take form to counter - get given paper tag, number 95
12:20pm - bleeping noise, counter ticks to 95, I walk into clinic
12:21pm - i sit, nurse finds vein, takes blood
12:22pm - i leave path lab with a cotton ball taped to my arm

Honestly. There was a room with 2 chairs in it, and 2-3 nurses working to pump the patients through. It was a case of "name and date of birth please" wam bam thank you mam here's-a-giant-sticky-plaster-go-to-your-doctor-later-in-the-week. I am not sure if it is the best system ever or the worst... it was kind of unfriendly, I was just another arm to them. (But a good one I bet!) Got to admire the efficiency though - perhaps they save the people skills for when the results come in?

Friday, November 13, 2009

Diagnosed by my Mum...

Since I arrived in Wales 2 months ago, I have had a lot of trouble focusing, working, and sleeping. My mind is going a million miles an hour about this that and the other, and everything in between. At first I thought I was just tired, but things didn't change even when I worked hard at getting enough sleep. I went to the Doctor, who annoyingly told me I was anxious so I couldn't sleep, and tired so I couldn't focus. She prescribed me sleeping tablets, and said if that didn't fix everything then to come back and she would put me on anti-depressants. Even though I wasn't depressed, she was convinced I was anxious about something.

Not impressed - I'm not anxious! I just can't stop thinking! I'm thinking about all these new and exciting things that are happening in my life, and are going to be happening in the future! Then Mum pointed out something really obvious. I am super excited. Overexcited even. As in the hyperactive type child kind. At 23, that's me :D ... I'm currently working with more exercise, healthy diet, check lists, chamomile/peppermint/licorice root sleeping tea, relaxing hot showers, light reading, calming music, and relaxation tracks before bed. 70% of the time it works, the other 30% I am up til 3am tossing and turning. But 70% is an improvement yes?! Still struggling a bit during the day, but hey, lets just hope I grow out of it!

Today, as I was walking along the beach looking at some terrace houses and thinking "Wow! Look! I'm in Wales! Look! Those are British houses! I'm here, in Wales! Look! Wow!" (I'm not kidding, 2 months in and I am still that buzzy about just being here), it occurred to me that I should have seen this coming. I have always been fairly overwhelmed by the fact that human beings even exist, that I am even alive, so of course moving 20,000kms away from home and starting a new life was going to send my thoughts into overdrive. We can clearly conclude I think waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much. If anyone knows how to slow my brain down so it can actually focus on something please let me know! In the mean time, here's a picture I think depicts me fairly well...

Friday, November 6, 2009

Guy Fawkes in Wales!

Last night was Guy Fawkes, or as it is more commonly known here, Bonfire Night. Apparently normal people don't buy fireworks here, but go and see fireworks displays instead. I can conclude that Guy Fawkes night is more spectacular here, but less enjoyable if you tend to be pyromania inclined, as I suspect most of NZ youth are (myself included). If you want to see photos of the night, here's a link to my facebook album. It was a good night, with bonfires on the beach and a lot of students around. I did miss dancing around like a lunatic and lighting the whooooole box of fireworks off myself (which is generally what happens when you spend 5th November with just your parents), but the display (which we watched for free!) was fantastic! Afterwards my flatmates and I went to our local pub, inn on the lake, or pub on the pond as we think fits better. Then we came home via Le Cafe - the greasy frypot food outlet that's on campus.
Tomorrow my flatmate Maria and I are going shopping for an evening dress for my Rotary Christmas do, and then Elise and I are meeting for lunch. I am excited, and I will post you pics of what I buy! I hope you all enjoyed Guy Fawkes as much as I did.




Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Truth about Life in Wales...

Hello hello hello...

I suppose it is a good sign that I haven't written a decent post since before I left Wellington... shows I actually have a life. I thought it was only fair to have some sort of news here so when I tell my friends "I could write you a letter, but how about you just go read my blog? It has everything on it." I'm not lying so much as exaggerating the truth. Good.

So! My life in Wales is pretty exciting, if any of you get the chance to go overseas I would take it with both hands. In saying that, I would really recommend making sure you are at the right place in your life when you leave NZ though... I am fortunate enough to have the last 6 and a half years of my life consist of 2 terribly homesick years, 1 party year, 3 emotionally draining years at uni, and 8 months of getting used to the idea I would soon be 20,000 kms away from anyone i knew. So I was ready!

Obviously when I first got to the UK I was jetlagged, so didn't really know up from down (I was going to say left from right, but I get those confused 95% of the time jet lag or no jet lag). I switched into business mode straight away, and was really calm finding my way around heathrow airport. Except the ONE internet cafe they had was broken! I had to call my Papa at 5am NZ time to get him to log in to my email to get a reference code it turned out I didn't even need! Anyway, thanks daddy :D The next day, in Reading, I explored like a good tourist would. I took heaps of photos, because in my jetlagged state I couldn't decide what was good and what wasn't. The first 4 days in Swansea I was with Mair, the Rotary president of my club here. Anything she suggested, I just said yes to. I gave a 30 minute presentation to the club, but luckily it was about myself so I could wing it with the help of the slideshow I made. That weekend I was in the halls, but there was no one around. I went on a trip to the national botanical gardens of wales, not because I desperately wanted to see them, but because it was free and something to do. About this time I was ready to meet people and get into it!

Since then, I have joined the student radio station, the engineering society, been to leicester, mumbles, torquay, llanelli, have gotten books out of both the public library and the university library, been shopping several times, and am hoping to join the volleyball team. It is safe to say I am pretty much into it all over here. My best friends here are a pre-dental from Iowa, America, and an international development/politics from the Netherlands (that's Laura and Elise if you hear me talking about them again). I have met some other really cool people here as well, but not everyone can expect a shout out can they? Yesterday I spoke to my University supervisor, and I'm going to start experiments late next week. On Monday I move into my office in the Engineering department - I share it with 2 others, and our names are on the wall outside the door! I have my own key to that and the labs, as well as after-hours access to the building. Am I grown up or what?!

Rotary is going well too, I have already done 5 of my 10-15 activities for the year - 2 presentations and 3 visits (Scholar conference in Leicester, District conference in Torquay, the Swansea Coastguard with the Group Study Exchange (GSE) team from Adelaide, Australia), plus I have another 4 or so booked. My host counsellor here is amazing - her name is Gwenda and she works way too hard. She is a specialist nurse, and she is absolutely fabulous to have looking out for me. I also have the scholarship co-ordinator for the district, Gareth and his wife Jan, who are just so hospitable and fantastic to have around. Laura is another ambassadorial scholar - next week we are doing a joint presentation and we've decided to speak back and forth as opposed to one after the other - so I'll let you know how NZ stacks up next to America!

For Christmas I don't know what I am going to do yet - Elise is having a Christmas party in Swansea on xmas day, and i've been invited various other places with other people too (Mum and Dad's friends in Haverfordwest, Gwenda's family in Aberystwyth, London with another friend)... Elise and I are quite keen to head to either Ireland or Scotland for a few days over the xmas time, so that might happen too. I'm obviously not loaded with money at the moment, studying in a foreign country is not the lightest on the pocket :-) ... so I must choose my travels carefully! I'm pretty much just trying to meet people from different areas of the UK so I can stay with them! The scholar conference was pretty good for that, and a guy from London is here this weekend visiting Laura and I. Mainly Laura, as I am here typing this. But I will be on the d-floor tonight, I promise! The district conference meant we got to meet Emily, a scholar from Australia studying in Cardiff (capital of Wales for those of you that aren't good at Geography - and if you don't know where Wales is, go see Mr. Fleming). Laura and I are real keen to head over to see her - even though Cardiff is right there we haven't been yet!

Living in the halls is pretty lame, but in the mornings I open my curtains and if the sun is shining it is a beautiful view out over the ocean. No kidding - it really is amazing here! I have lots of photos of Stella and me on my walls, need to figure out where I can print some off of all you other people I also miss. I do miss you all, and I miss New Zealand too - I miss the fresian dairy cows, I miss the rangi-ness of NZ, the kiwi party scene. I've been really getting into Katchafire, the Black Seeds, and Fast Crew. I can't wait to go camping here, and see if it is like camping in NZ.


Friday, October 2, 2009

Cadbury's Replacement...

The chocolate here tastes different to in New Zealand. This means I cannot satisfy my cravings with Cadbury Dairy Milk, or even Green and Blacks Organic stuff...

I thought all was lost.

Then, I found this.

All hope has been restored.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Beached Wale

I'm in Wales, Beaches! Oh I am hilarious. No internet at my house yet (by house I mean room on campus.... and noice room)... BUT I am here and I am happy!

GOodo! Photos and videos to follow :D

xox

Monday, September 7, 2009

HeartBreak in Rotorua

Yes yes, it is true, I am struggling to say goodbye to NZ, to Rotorua, and mostly to Rotoma. It's tough! I know I am coming back but, wow, going to miss these places and these PEOPLE!! Especially those retards without internet access (these people do exist!). The last month or so has been hectic, I seem to have made new friends and become better friends with old friends, have developed a love interest or 2 (or 3), and have just become more attached to everything Kiwi. Dammit! I fly out in exactly 5 days (Saturday night) and I just don't want to leave everyone and everything. One of the said love interests is being a complete idiot and has succeeded in tipping my life upside down in less than 5 days, but I guess I now have 5 days to right-end it and move on. 5 day rule!
Almost everything is sorted, I have a new camera, new laptop, new travel case, new glasses (x 2!!), and various other new things to take with me. Very cool. Have started packing, but really, lets be honest, I'm all about analysing stupid love interest number 3. May need some help in implementing the 5 day rule. Any takers?