Sleep patterns have swung again! This time I’m waking at 0300 then 0500 and being awake during the day…. but crashing at an obscenely early time in the evening (say….1700?) and sleeping until I wake again at 0300….and the rut that I am now in begins again.

Tis now 0500 on Monday morning. No entries over the weekend because pretty much every waking moment over the weekend I was not at home. Because when I got home I went to bed.

I wonder if it has anything to do with the lack of caffeine imbibement over the last few days.

Friday night we had a bad taste parteh….a premiere event in the Chateau Buckland social calendar. You can see the results…… –> HERE < --. Good gracious me there are some shocking fashions available in the fashion houses (read op shops) in the Darling Downs district. Amusingly….the jacket and (ladies) blouse that I ended up wearing in attempt to be in bad taste ended up apparently looking half decent according to some who attended…either that or they were paying the living shite out of me and I was too stupid to pick up on their subtle sarcasm. None the less I would have loved to have capped off the costume with a pair of bad Unabomber sunnies and maybe a beret and white pants. My budget and the local fashion houses did not stretch to meet my imagination.

Actually while we’re on the topic of bad taste….Dave suggested going as a Russian School Kid. DEFINITELY bad taste. But eyebrow raising I imagine none-the-less.

It occurred to me that the medicine long case and short cases that we’re expected to do are very much like scripted performances. As such I have decided to write out each system using a script writing program I found the other day on the net. Final Draft is one program that was mentioned on Roger Avary’s site as a product that he has used. There is a free download trial version on the final draft site. So I’m going to have a look at it. For amusement’s sake I will post the finished scripts on right here on procrastin8.net (since it is most definitely procrastination).

The fourth years finished their last rotation on friday. ARGHHHH.

Why Arghhhh? Well that means its two weeks until their final exams….which means its 54 until my final exams. And there’s a shitload to learn between now and then. So I’ll just procrastinate a bit more by writing blog entries and by making this here site look pruhhhhtty with the CSS I am now learning. I suspects CSS is somewhat of an outmoded standard…..but it seems like Wordpress makes use of it for the time being so I’ll make use of it initially and then move onto something else when I need to procrastinate more.

Anyhoo I have been trying to get this wretched blog to print out reasonably – no such luck. Fortunately I found that there was a file written by another smart person that allows posts to be printed using a different layout.

Have also learnt about using print stylesheets to make browsers follow different layouts when printing – so as to avoid having menus and other assorted crap print out as well.

Now of course I know this, there is a good chance I will be spending more hours procrastinating – such and apt domain for me to register (even if I do say so myself). Now that I think about it, it would seem reasonable to be able to put together a flashcard stylesheet so that you can print out flashcards of useful revision information. Just got to work out how to do it…probably a combination of XML and CSS. Neither of which I know much about….but I am sure to spend hours learning.

I should be spending hours with Mr Talley and Mr O’Connor revising by clinical examination skills. Only 4 more weeks left on med rotation – and I know nothing. Well I think I know nothing. I hope that’s not true.

Will be interesting to see what’s happening in medical wards at the moment – since they have made major changes today (typical, the day I decide not to go in they change things). No more units….(due to shortage of registrars)….which means just one team per ward. Well that’s all very well – but where are we supposed to go. We’re the bottom of the heap so I guess nobody bothered to think of us.

Such is life.