Hi all,
After reading through other people's blogs, I'm starting to think that I need more imagery, especially at the top of the page; it's looking a bit plain at the moment. A redesign of the blog is due. Not sure when that'll happen though.
I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome Andrew and Angelo to the world of blogging. They're really good friends of mine; people I can rely on, and people who have always been there for me. I can't say much about their blog at the moment because they've only posted a couple of entries each, but they like talking about what's wrong with the world, as do I. Check their blogs out if you can; they've even given insight into their backgrounds. The great thing about blogging is that it makes you realise how people think differently, and the ability to speak freely about your opinions, or however much you wish to reveal them to the world.
Had my last ever day of timetabled lessons today (and lessons, for that matter). I'm not feeling much at the moment, but I guess when I get around to acknowledging the things I'll be missing out on, sadness will briefly make an appearance. No more seeing the same teachers and saying "Orright Sir!" or "Orright Miss!" as you walk past. No more seeing the same classmates almost every day. No more banter in the classrooms. No more feeling like the oldest kids around the two schools. No more casual talk with teachers during lessons. No more free education.
I guess the sadness will start seeping in tomorrow after Leaver's Mass. No doubt that some girls will shed tears - perhaps a few guys but they won't speak of it. As Head Boy, I'll be doing a speech during the service. I'll leave my speech as a surprise in case I spoil anything. Don't worry, I won't be bludgeoning religion or leaving everyone feeling angry (I hope). As much as I love venting my opinions (as do most people), I absolutely hate making people angry or upset. The only thing I'm remotely awkward about is the fact that I'll be doing the First Reading during the Mass. Not on the fact that I feel strange about saying these words like "the Lord our God", because they're no more than words to me, but more because I wouldn't like to offend anyone by doing these readings. Then again, Muslims and Hindus will be present during the Mass, so I won't be totally isolated (along with a few other Atheists) in my thoughts about the meaning behind the 'Words of God'. If you're in Year 13, I'll see you tomorrow.
Until next time.
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Tuesday, 24 May 2011
Friday, 20 May 2011
Medicinal Empathy
Hi all,
Apologies if you were offended in the slightest by my last blog post.
After nearly a year of being completely acne-free, my face has flared up again. Went to the doctors today and got a prescription of the same medication that seemed to help most after my first affliction. More of a trial-and-error thing really; I've been prescribed loads of stuff to try and alleviate the spots. It's nowhere near as bad as it was when I first had it back in 2009, but it needs to be 'nipped in the bud' as they say. I'm starting to think that perhaps certain medication that is prescribed by doctors is more of a placebo than an actual drug. I guess there's a lot of health treatment that focuses on reassuring the patient's mind rather than actually providing an improved immune system. I guess it's to keep costs down, but with the overwhelming amount of people doing medicine, you'd imagine that there'd be a better way of alleviating symptoms. I could be wrong; I'm no psychologist.
My Mum recently went for an (pretty serious) operation at St. Bart's Hospital, and she was telling me how she was waiting for ages on the operating table to be given anaesthetic by the younger assistants in there. Apparently, they were more interested in discussing their social life than my Mum's welfare. The surgeon started operating, but they still had not given her any anaesthetic. Needless to say, my mum was in a lot of pain. At first, I felt angry at the assistants (likely to be medical students), but then I thought 'hold on, which idiot is giving them responsibility to be present at an operating procedure?'. Quite frankly, it's disgusting that such people should be kept in their government-supported courses, when clearly they don't give a damn about other people. To them, my Mum was just a bunch of meat on the table adding to their points record. Disgraceful.
You'd think that people going into medicine would actually do it more to help people than the money. It's a crying shame. Perhaps this was a fairly isolated incident. I really do hope so, because if I were that surgeon who operated on my Mum, I'd kick each and every one of those students off the course. They don't deserve it. People may complain that 'you can't be nice to people all the time blah blah blah' - but the point is, don't go into medicine unless you're willing to help people whenever you can, and have at least some empathy in your duty.
Until next time.
Apologies if you were offended in the slightest by my last blog post.
After nearly a year of being completely acne-free, my face has flared up again. Went to the doctors today and got a prescription of the same medication that seemed to help most after my first affliction. More of a trial-and-error thing really; I've been prescribed loads of stuff to try and alleviate the spots. It's nowhere near as bad as it was when I first had it back in 2009, but it needs to be 'nipped in the bud' as they say. I'm starting to think that perhaps certain medication that is prescribed by doctors is more of a placebo than an actual drug. I guess there's a lot of health treatment that focuses on reassuring the patient's mind rather than actually providing an improved immune system. I guess it's to keep costs down, but with the overwhelming amount of people doing medicine, you'd imagine that there'd be a better way of alleviating symptoms. I could be wrong; I'm no psychologist.
My Mum recently went for an (pretty serious) operation at St. Bart's Hospital, and she was telling me how she was waiting for ages on the operating table to be given anaesthetic by the younger assistants in there. Apparently, they were more interested in discussing their social life than my Mum's welfare. The surgeon started operating, but they still had not given her any anaesthetic. Needless to say, my mum was in a lot of pain. At first, I felt angry at the assistants (likely to be medical students), but then I thought 'hold on, which idiot is giving them responsibility to be present at an operating procedure?'. Quite frankly, it's disgusting that such people should be kept in their government-supported courses, when clearly they don't give a damn about other people. To them, my Mum was just a bunch of meat on the table adding to their points record. Disgraceful.
You'd think that people going into medicine would actually do it more to help people than the money. It's a crying shame. Perhaps this was a fairly isolated incident. I really do hope so, because if I were that surgeon who operated on my Mum, I'd kick each and every one of those students off the course. They don't deserve it. People may complain that 'you can't be nice to people all the time blah blah blah' - but the point is, don't go into medicine unless you're willing to help people whenever you can, and have at least some empathy in your duty.
Until next time.
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