Some pictures of Adelaide

And then what?

Well it’s now getting too hot for walking – most of the parks close if the temp is to be over 30, which it was for the best part of 2 weeks. Plus work has been busier – back to having the corridors full of patients again, no beds in the hospital. About the only thing we don’t have is 10 ambulances outside waiting to unload. Every other hospital in the area can close its doors to relieve pressure – we don’t and we receive patients from most of the rest of the state, too.

The junior doctors have changed over – at least here they don’t all change on the same date, but they do seem to change very frequently which means that you are in a state of working with very green staff quite a lot of the time.

So what else have I been doing? I’ve been promising to learn to dance for a long time, so I started Salsa. Only 3 sessions so far – it’s fun, and good exercise. Plus it’s only a 15 min walk from home. The steps so far are simple (I didn’t say easy), but obviously the bit I am struggling with is the idea that I have to follow the man in every move (even when they get it wrong).

What else? After a particularly hard day (which was the junior change-over, but on a Wednesday when teaching was on so no registrars), a few of us went to the pictures to see Death at a Funeral. Funnier than I thought, in fact completely barking-mad, (although I suspect it wouldn’t stand up to a second viewing).

I’ve fallen in with a bad crowd. We went for a curry Monday, are going to the Barossa wineries on Saturday. The pay-off is that I am being tempted. No, pressured even. To go rowing! Some of the girls want to get an ED boat together, although the chances of getting everyone there at the same time are, I would say, pretty small. Anyway, so when I’ve got time I’ll probably give it a go.


Yet again I’m working Christmas. It’s getting to the stage where I’m not particularly bothered about it, actually. Anyhow, a few of us talked about getting together for a traditional meal sometime beforehand. And somehow I agreed to make a Christmas pud. I wasn’t even drunk at the time.

It took a day, and several supermarkets to get all the ingredients together. It is so wrong buying suet when the outside temp is over 30. I mixed it up in the evening so I’d have a day to cook the things. The recipe (handily I had one) said 6 hours. So 7 hours later and they are still boiling (I’d quartered the quantities and then divided into two). I took one off the heat – still sloppy. 1130 pm, I gave up and went to bed. God knows how much longer and they are going to need. And how much more alcohol I’ll need to put in to make them edible (they taste OK so far, but…)

And these are some random pictures of Adelaide - the festival hall abd embankment are surrounded by lots of sculpture.

Who knows, it may even mean something?