6 months

Today is my 6month living in England. And I don't know what I feel about it. I want to be home again. I don't want to be the girl that had to move to another country because her family deserted her. I just want to be normal. I want my mum to be there for me, and give me a hug when I need her. And not have to rely on friends to do the things my mum should've. It's not fair. I just want everything to be normal again.

I miss my mum, TJ, Nanny, Pappy and friends. I miss getting up in the morning and going to school. I want to start 6th year, and graduate with all my friends. Instead of constantly changing schools because of stupid family life. I miss home.

London

Have I ever said how much I hate London? Well, I despise it. It's full of smelly, germ infested streets and people running around in masks for fear of someone coming 2inches in front of them and sneezing, thus giving them the dreaded Pig Flu. Oink. I'm probably going to get swine flu, but hey ho. I'll tell my room-mate, and make her get tami flu, but nobody else is knowing. Foster Mum will run around the house in a bio hazard suit pumping out paracetamol through a air rifle. And besides, I already demonstrate 4 of the symptoms. I sneeze, cough, get headaches and muscle aches. So feck them.

Anyway, I was in London today for a meeting with the Department of Health. It was one of those things that drives you insane, but doing it makes you feel good, because if there's a chance you can help your friends then you'll do anything. Which is the reason behind my staying up half the night last week trying to read the documents I was sent. It was tedious. The morning was spent with AUK reading over it, then the afternoon was spent with the Dept of Health reading it again. I think the DOH one was easier to sit through. They made more sense and didn't spend half an hour argueing over whether nebs* where better than pMDI's**. It was all good though. I learnt a fair bit, and met some people who are quite influencial in the health system which was quite cool. It was one of those days that you don't know whether it was boring or not haha.

On the way home I stopped into a friends for the day, and had a laugh with her for a few hours which was good fun. She's one of my best mates, and I've only known her for a month haha. Anyway, I'll leave you with a picture of what I saw on the way home. As Mish says, Cannibal Lector!



* Neb - A machine that gives medication via a mask/mouthpiece as a mist for you to inhaler. Generally used in hospitals.
**pMDI - Pressured Metered Dose Inhaler - Standard "blue inhaler"

New Blog

Isn't it wicked? Adori Graphics did it for me, the link's at the bottom of the page. It's well good!

In other news, dad's been over since Monday, and went home at about 5ish this morning. It was great having him over. We did some wicked stuff together, and with Dearbhla. the first night he was here, we went and had a few games of pool, then came back and had pizza with Sinead and Dearbhla. I don't think I've ever seen Dearbhla stop eating before then. The next day we were at a complete loss as to what to do, so went to Twycross. It was brilliant, there was looaaaads of monkies, which are my favourite animal ever! That evening Dearbhla had St John, so me and dad went to Asda to get some food and walked around the highcross and then picked her up. The next day me and dad went bowling, then I had Red Cross which was fun. Dad picked me up and took me, Sinead and Dearbhla to see Harry Potter which was well good.

I love seeing dad. I see him maybe once a month, sometimes longer or shorter. Just depends really. I'l not see him again until September now which is a bit rubbish, but it's something to look forward to!

Sprains, Slings and Stings

I completed my Basic First Aid course today! I've now got a first aid qualification! It was a really boring day, but I managed to brush up on everything I'd forgotten since I last did FA. It was fun, I must've gotten put in the recovery position about 8 times because my partner couldn't get it right. It was well funny. I did about 20 bandages on heads, arms, legs and god knows what else. I did slings aswell, which was funny. I had to do it on the instructor and completely forgot how to do it.

Dad's coming this week, I can't wait. I don't know what I'm doing with him yet, but I want to go see Harry Potter! Dearbhla's friend Sinead is coming to stay for the week, she had problems with university accomodation. But Joan and Derek are going away on holidays this week, so it won't be as cramped. I'll be in the attic, Dearbhla and Sinead in our room and Dad in Joes room. So it won't be too bad.

It's all good fun though.

Dentist

I surived the dentist, and the dentist surived me! For me, that's a huge deal, and I'm really proud of myself. Normally I'd completely freak at the dentist. My GP had given me 4mg of diazepam, but it didn't really help, so I was kind of doing it all on my own. I don't really like my dentist. He kept me waiting for 45 minutes. Leaving a phobic patient in the waiting room that long is not a good idea. I was going insane and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I did cry a bit, but I don't care, because I didn't punch/bite or verbally abuse my dentist. Which was something I normally do. But I didn't, so Go me!

I think I might go buy myself a new pair of combat 3/4 lengths tomorrow as a present to myself for surviving the dentist lol. Hmmm....