Saturday, 21 February 2015

The OK

Big J drove me to Brighton for the appointment with the breast surgeon....and it went well. Nothing sinister, very painful, but nothing to worry about. 

We met up with Adam in the pub where he works in Kemp Town, had a potter, some chips on the beach and came home.

Relief is a funny thing. It is not always a euphoric thing. I actually feel as flat as a pancake. However, I suspect some sleep will help no end. Not much of that going on around here. 

And, I failed my first ever essay. Frankly I was shocked. The comments were blunt to say the least and I think I have been taken down a peg or two. It was hard to read them, especially as I had worked very hard.  After some wallowing, I booked myself onto a writing workshop because I have loads of essays due in the next two months.  I just hope I am up to becoming a nurse. 

2 comments:

carvingtimefromlife said...

Happy to hear that you were given the all-clear. Perhaps the worry of what it might have been had a major effect on your essay writing.

Liz said...

Thank you J xx. I think I just have a lot to learn. The hands on stuff is so great but it is important to get the academic stuff right as well. It hasn't done me any harm to have to reflect a little and no doubt I will focus more. x