Last weekend was supposed to be my few days to finally relax, stay home, and get some work done. That didn't happen. I went out every night and had a ton of fun, and even saw a few new things. Saturday night I went to a comedy club and was disappointed, that is until the headliner came on. She was hilarious! She was plastered and sang songs off her newest album "I'm Not Drunk I Just Want to Talk to You" about her ex-boyfriends. She was a little crazy but it made her act even better and I was laughing the entire time.
Over the weekend I talked to a lot of people who have lived in the UK their entire lives and learned a lot. Nobody wants to join with the Euro, they all want to keep the pound and believes it gives them a sense of independence. Religion is important to a good majority of individuals along with politics and the NHS which everybody seems to praise. Nobody can imagine paying for health care and I had many long conversations about the differences in America. I'm pretty sure they all think I'm crazy but I wouldn't necessarily argue with them on that point.
I had way too much fun, but after my crazy weekend it was right back to work. Monday and Tuesday I put in two more long days at the hospital. I'm beginning to get an in depth look at how the system works in the United Kingdom. I now know the roles of each type of doctor, the common timeline of patient admittance, order of referrals, and so much more boring stuff nobody outside the health profession wants to know. The hospital itself is huge and I have only seen a small portion of it including the cardiology, rehabilitation, stroke, outpatient ward, each of which is extremely different. I'm getting a ton of invaluable experience and love it so much I willingly put in over twelve hours a day from the time I leave to the time I get back. Sometimes I feel like I live there and never get out.
Although I want to travel and see everything I can I don't think I will until fall break simply because there is so much to see right here in London and the UK. My internal clock has finally begun to straighten out and I'm beginning to get a bit of a set schedule. My schedule tends to be a bit hectic but that's nothing new for me. I love always being busy. Homesickness isn't as frequent as it used to be. I think a lot of it has to do with me keeping myself occupied. Of course I miss my family, boyfriend, and friends, but I love it here in London. It's harder when I talk to them and they mention coming home, or memories of the past. All of that comes with studying abroad though, and I made the decision to be here. I don't regret that ever. Besides, the streets here would be a lot less interesting without me wandering around.
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