So I met with my tutor today, to discuss what is going to happen with all the stuff I need signing off. She was very understanding and sympathetic, and I managed not to cry, which was something of a stretch for me because I have been highly stressed and very emotional of late. I am actually overdue for my next T shot (I'm having it tomorrow). I am hoping that all this weepy-ness is because my hormones are out of whack.
Anyway, the action plan is basically to cancel my summer holiday. -___-;
My tutor is going to organise for me to have extra shifts on the post-natal wards and with my community mentor so that I can catch up with the areas that need to be signed off, but that may mean that I literally get no time off at all over the summer. ;___; She also said that she has never heard anything but praise for my work, so this is just a way for me to *prove* that I am competent..... but it still feels like a kick in the teeth. -__-; I will work solidly through until September, and then go straight into my second year without a break. I am already exhausted, and worn down.... but what choice do I have? I either whinge about having no holiday but get on and do it, or I give up, and lose the only job I have ever truly loved. And that's not really a choice at all, is it?
I am also going to have a meeting with my tutor and my current hospital mentor, to discuss the problem in more detail and make sure we are all reading from the same page. Not sure when that's going to be yet.
Oh, I've had it confirmed that I will *not* be having my op this summer. -__-; The surgeon's secretary called me back and told me that he wants to see me himself and discuss things in more detail before going ahead, so I suppose my next shot for this will be Christmas. Not that I now have a summer spare to be cut up in, but still.....
So, yeah, Spider Man....
Overall, the day has left me feeling incredibly low and actually rather tearful, so I did what I normally do when life is shit: I went to the cinema by myself.
And I really WAS by myself. I was alone, completely alone, in a 250 seat cinema. Nothing but me and a pair of 3D glasses, and my all-time favourite superhero.
I have to say, it was a damn good film. I am deeply torn as to weather I like it more than the 2002 film with Toby Maguire, and when I saw the trailers I thought I would hate it. But I didn't. I quite like the lippy, more New Yorker kind of guy that they have turned Spidey in to, and I felt it covered the story very well. I do miss Mary Jane, though- I mean, don't get me wrong, I know the canon, and the girl playing Gwen was excellent (all the acting was, actually), but I just.... I dunno. I have always preferred MJ.
I would recommend this film to everyone, though, and I have to say I am glad I was alone in there. Cinema carries me away from the world's troubles even when the place is packed, but it was nice to have a chance to really disappear into it and forget myself completely for a few hours.
Also, nobody can hear you crying at a goddamn superhero flick if the place is completely empty.
