A very belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
I spent all of the holidays ill. It started the day before Christmas eve, with extremely bad aches and pains (how I managed to soldier in to work is beyond me) and so I thought I was going to get flu, but it instead ended up just being a very bad cold that I’m only just now really getting over. It’s the first time in a while I’ve been that ill.
I did however on Christmas Eve, receive something in the post via special delivery. My certificate from NUCA. I left in March, and was ‘awarded’ my certificate mid September, so how it took 9/3 months (depending on how you look at it) for me to get this is beyond me. But I’m pleased I have at least something to show for my time at uni. I’ve also accumulated 180 course credit points, which I assume goes towards UCAS points should I ever decide to return to uni. These credit points put me in a comfortable position to get into universities, so I did heavily consider at one point returning to do a degree in Pharmacy. But right now, the cons outweigh the pros. The big one being being able to juggle anything, and I don’t want to put myself in a position where I feel I can’t cope again, and the secondary big factor is the fact that by the time I became a fully qualified Pharmacist (if I even got that far!) I’d be almost 30. I’d like to think at 30, I’d like to be taking life a little bit easier, maybe even settling down. So it would kind of be a waste really? Had things been different, I’d have loved to have done it. But we all wish things could be different. And I’m happy as I am, so why rock the boat? With that said though, I think I will get this certificate framed and hang it on my wall. It’s still something to be proud of!
The trip up the hospital was fine. I saw the specialist, but it was for dermatology. He had a good look at it, and confirmed it’s definitely some sort of pigmentation, and I’ve been referred to a plastic surgeon, who next Tuesday, is going to remove the toenail (cringe!!) and do a biopsy, and assuming all is well, they will glue my toenail back on. And I have to be awake for the whole thing. And the thought of that makes me feel sick, I’m not going to lie. It is a relief somewhat though that they are sending me to a plastic surgery, rather than to oncology, which leads me to think that they’re thinking it’s superficial, rather than something sinister.
Whilst I was at the hospital, I was also sent to the medical imaging department, where they took photos of my magic toe. That was… strange to say the least! I had to sign a waiver to give permission for the photos to be used for medical teaching, and also for my personal records. Which is cool. I’m almost a medical mystery! Sort of. But I will keep updating the progress on my magical toe.
Finally, I also found this photo of me whilst sifting through some old emails today. It was from summer 2006, so 4 and a half years ago. My hair was so cool! I sort of wish it was still like that. But I don’t have the time nor money to maintain styles like that anymore. Instead it’s just long and brown and boring and it makes me look old. And for some reason fringes just don’t work on me anymore.
I think I will dye my hair this week though, a nice reddy browny plum. Not a huge change, but enough that it’s hopefully noticeable.
Tomorrow I am meeting up with Freya, who I haven’t seen in almost a year. I am excited about this! I have so much to talk to her about. I’m also going to cruise the sales but this is probably a really bad idea as I have no money but I’ll probably splurge anyway.
♥: Tired
♪: Dido – Here With Me
So, as you may have deducted from the photo of my dodgy lookin’ foot (i’m pretty certain it’s the angle), I’ve had my op.