First up, apologies for not having blogged much this week. I was thrown a curve-ball midweek, and it completely threw me off my rhythm!
Wednesday it was the birthday of my clinical partner (kind of like a buddy system, they pair you up with a friend for your first year on the wards), and he wanted to try and find a German pub he'd been to before. I agreed to go along, especially as I thought I could maybe get away with a slightly more slack day after a big run on Monday night.
We had a good time at the pub, and I had a few beers (which is unlike me, as I usually can't stand the stuff and stick to spirits, if I drink at all). It was when I got home that the problem occurred. I went to try and unlock my bedroom door, and CLANG...the thing broke off in the lock!
I tried calling my landlord, but he didn't answer. I didn't have a spare, and part of the key was still wedged in there. I sat in the park for an hour or so waiting for a call from the landlord, but nothing. Luckily I had my wallet and phone on me, so I called my clinical partner and invited myself to crash on his sofa. Luckily his housemates were having a mini-celebration for him too, so I could just join that.
As I was sat on the platform waiting for a train the landlord finally called, and he managed to get me into my room. However, by then I was so grumpy and had psyched myself up for a party, so I decided to go along anyway. I was a good night, but those extra drinks, on top of the afternoon ones, knocked down my diet barriers, and I ate RATHER a lot of Indian food!