Cripes, where have the weeks gone? It dawned on me, whilst packing my worldly possessions into my van, that from Monday onward I am a vet. Granted, I will be a vet-in-training, but still a real-life vet. I hope that the first few weeks are gentle and give me a little chance to find my feet again. It's more than a little daunting to be released into the veterinary profession after so many years of lecturing on campus and watching from the sidelines. As my lovely flatmates helped me carry my stuff downstairs after our enchilada feast I felt a little fearful. It will pass. My new life as a veterinary rotations student is about to begin and I need to give myself over to that for a while and concentrate.
On a slight tangent, it seems prudent to remind myself and anyone else who happens to read that Rule #1 of the Royal Veterinary College is don't date anyone at the College. I hate being right sometimes.
On a complete tangent, my Macmillan Cancer Support vest is here (at home) and I am quite excited about going out for a run in it tomorrow. Let's keep the fingers crossed for blue sky and sunshine. I'm running the London Triathlon for Macmillan Cancer Support this year and you can sponsor me (if you so wish) by visiting www.justgiving.com/Hannah-Louise-Jordan.
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