It turns out that sometimes the future actually belongs to someone else

This past week has been rather interesting. I had a really awesome time in Belfast training. Perhaps my ankle and my chest don't really agree (but I wasn't asking them!). Haven't been able to run because of my ankle, but I will hopefully be able to get back into it this week. Sprint Final is coming up soon and I would like to do well there.

Wednesday turned out to be a rather interesting day when a second year physio managed to lock their keys in their car. It probably looked a bit suspect when a group of people were trying to shove a coat hanger into the door of the car to try and get it open. The Toyota Corolla held up to several attempts to "break in". Its downfall in the end was another car key, that happened to open the car door... (the same key wasn't able to start the car, much to my disappointment).

Thursday started off rather shakily, when we happened to find a woman's underwear on one of the seats of the taxi set to take us to our community site.

Our driver tried to make a joke out of it... needless to say, I will not be going on one of his trips again (voluntarily).

Today ended up being the Wits open day. I was volunteered to go and help out speak to potential students. I must say, I feel a little bad "lying" to them. I just couldn't bring myself to say, "You are going to hate it." I have also recently come to the conclusion that lectures are an utter waste of time. I just need to convince myself to not go this week (or maybe next) so that I can try and prove my point (to myself, mainly).

I ended up finally having the conversation that I needed to have. It came about in a rather odd way and, needless to say, didn't end up going anywhere near in my favour. So another girl that I like ended up liking someone else. A little soul searching later and I have decided that I want to be an intensivist, will perhaps move overseas to take my sport further. This all mainly due to the fact that I don't really know what "here" holds for me at the moment. At times it doesn't feel like much...

The Cure for Depression?

Hello, there should be more blogs about dealing with depression when you're stupid and worthless, so here is a self help blog entry. 

Today's assignment is simple. Just go out and get on the bus. 

It doesn't matter which bus. Whichever bus comes next. Get on, and just go. You could ride that bus to the very end, thank the driver, and then walk into the woods and just die. Just lay down right there and wait and wait until you were dead. Who is going to miss you?

Really, think about it. If you went out to the middle of nowhere and just sat down in a ditch and cried by yourself until you were dead, who would be the first person to wonder where you'd gone?

Call them up! Maybe they want to get ice cream?