Welsh World Domination Part 2

Yes, it's that time of year again. I got really excited when I found an ecard and Ive sent it to everyone I have an email for. But if I don't have your email - and if not, why not? - heres a link to the greeting

Happy St David's Day

Oh and send me pics if you wear red, or cwtch a daffodil, or eat leek soup, or drink from a welsh mug. If you missed last years aim for World Domination check out here

College Valentines

I don't like Valentines Day. It's totally over commercialised. When you can buy a Valentines card for your dog, things are seriously wrong. Unless you are fucking your dog and then your problems are far more severe and you need help. Yes, it's true I have no man to spoil and woo me on Valentines Day but that really has nothing to do with it. Call me bitter and twisted if you wish.

Willow and I were discussing our aversion to Valentines Day and I mentioned I once had my very own romantic Valentine gesture. She encouraged me to blog it. So here it is...

I was 16 and in my first year of college. College meant more boys which was fun.

Christmas was the college ball and at this ball I snogged a nice boy. In fact, I think I snogged a fair few nice boys and the night ended with my very drunk boyfriend finishing with me, which saved me doing it, buts thats not what this story is about.

So, after this party we all used to hang out in college. Me, the guy I snogged, my best mate Ali, her cousin Andrew who was his best friend and a few others. Its ironic I can't remember the crushes name but remember Andrews but there you go, teenage girls are fickle. I hardly spoke to Andrew. I remember he wanted to be a pilot. He was, well, just there really.

Time moved on to February. The 14th to be exact. I walked into college and was met by a flustered Andrew who handed me a card and fled. I grinned, expecting it to be from his mate. I had after all spent 6 weeks flirting and using my feminine charms to snare him.

I opened the card. It was handmade. Not this guys style. It was beautiful. Not mushy or overly romantic, just beautiful. I opened it and there was a huge poem written inside. Song lyrics explained Ali, REO Speedwagon, one of Andrews favourites. And the writing was his...

I can't fight this feeling any longer.

And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.

What started out as friendship,

Has grown stronger.

I only wish I had the strength to let it show.

I tell myself that I can't hold out forever.

I said there is no reason for my fear.

Cause I feel so secure when we're together.

You give my life direction,

You make everything so clear.

And even as I wander,

I'm keeping you in sight.

You're a candle in the window,

On a cold, dark winter's night.

And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.

And I can't fight this feeling anymore.

I've forgotten what I started fighting for.

It's time to bring this ship into the shore,

And throw away the oars, forever.

Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.

I've forgotten what I started fighting for.

And if I have to crawl upon the floor,

Come crushing through your door,

Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you.

I've been running round in circles in my mind.

And it always seems that I'm following you, girl,

Cause you take me to the places,

That alone I'd never find.

And even as I wander,

I'm keeping you in sight.

You're a candle in the wind,

On a cold, dark winter's night.

And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.

And I can't fight this feeling anymore.

I've forgotten what I started fighting for.

It's time to bring this ship into the shore,

And throw away the oars, forever.

Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.

I've forgotten what I started fighting for.

And if I have to crawl upon the floor,

Come crushing through your door,

Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore

Can't Fight This Feeling Lyrics Artist: REO Speedwagon

So, is there a romantic ending to this tale of secret love?

Uh, no. I was 16. I shoved it in my bag and pretended it never happened. We said Hi in the corridors as usual, the group eventually grew apart and it was never mentioned again. Yes, I was a bitch but really, it wasn't going to happen.

Now I realise how sweet and romantic it was. And I feel bad. So, I'm taking this opportunity to apologise to him. Of course he won't read it. Last I heard he was a pilot....

Random Sit Rep

My Myspace blog is up the creek. I cant get on it to post and noone can get on to read. Not that I have a large fan club but still....

So my update goes here instead of there.

Where the hell did January go? Wasn't Christmas last week? january passed in a blur.

Work has been horrendously busy with far more critically ill people than beds. We did have one thing that amused me. Before I reveal it I must remind you that nurses have a warped sense of humour..

We had a really nice lady in and while she was in her dog died. We told the family not to tell her. One day she kept telling us there was a dog running around the unit but as she was confused and delerious we didn't pay much attention. The next day she sadly died. So I got to thinking - what if when she died she got to wherever and the dog came running up. She'd be wtf are you doing here?....

I did prewarn you I was warped. But the dog running around was kinda freaky thinking about it. Patients usually see dead relatives before they die so who's to say her dog didn't visit?

My first degree module is going well. It's interesting but theres a huge amount of work to get through. As well as writing the assignment, which has a really horrible title, I have to learn how to physically examine 5 systems and swot up on MCQ questions for the exam. Oh and make sure I've shaved my armpits and have a suitable bra on for the practice examinations....

All of which has been hindered by my mum's admission to hospital. She's been in a week and seems to be getting worse not better. As for some of the nurses on her ward - let's just say I've written the complaint and am waiting to see if her care improves before I send it to the Chief Executive. I try to be the daughter not the nurse but I cannot ignore sheer negligence and neglect. Let's hope her care improves when she gets transferred to the Specialist Hospital for surgery. When they get a bed for her of course, which doesn't look like anytime soon.

Wales beat England at Twickers. Woo - nothing beats the glee of beating the English especially at their home ground. Pity it's taken us twenty years.
Which reminds me - less than a month to St David's Day ( March 1st) so still time to dig out, knit, sew, buy, borrow or steal a red top to mark the occasion. And find a daffodil or a leek. I want an even better turn out than last year

I'll end with this

As someone who works with Anaesthetists in ITU every work day I find it hilarious but once again you may not get the medical humour. These guys rock