Wednesday Wonderings: Trains

I know today isn't Wednesday, but I was out the whole of yesterday and didn't get a chance to write a post.

I'm on the train. A lot.  It feels like I'm on the train at least twice a week (partially because for the past 3 weeks I have had return journeys).  I need an aisle seat for my arthritis and Crohn's - it makes things easier if I need to rush to the toilet or get up and stretch - so I always choose it as a preference when booking my tickets.  One thing I do not get, though, is why one of the preferences while booking train tickets is to sit at a table.  Having a table seat restricts your leg room and you are facing at least one other person.  No one wants that.  The only time having a table seat is good is when you have the whole table to yourself.

Rant over :)

Exciting Times

I got incredibly fed up with my gastroenterologist (as you may have noticed from an earlier post), so after talking it through with my parents and boyfriend, we have decided that it would be best for a second opinion.  I  saw my GP and he referred me to a clinic in London who my best friend's dad (who has had Crohn's for about 30 years) is under.  My original appointment wasn't until the end of the month, but the hospital rang me and my doctor had referred me to the wrong clinic, and the next appointment available was tomorrow!  So it looks like I'll be on the train home tonight, and the train to London tomorrow morning!  Here's hoping that my second doctor is more helpful in the everything department.

Time To Go Home

Happy Easter everyone, or as I prefer it, Happy Zombie Jesus day.

What I woke up to on Easter Sunday :)

So I've spent the past weeks and a bit at home in Essex, and I'm currently on the train back to Loughborough.

My time clock has been completely messed up this week.  My friends are mostly nocturnal, so going round theirs in the evening usually means not getting home til 2am, sometimes later (my latest was 4:30am).  Midnight McDonald's are a usual occurrence with them too.  The McDonald's Monopoly started again last Friday, and we have most of the stickers already - I know, we're sad, but it's the only time it seems we get to really socialise with each other.  Our local McD's is open 24/7, so we sit in the restaurant too. So, sitting on the train back to my cold flat (we all know it is going to be cold because I turned off the heating and it's been below freezing most days even though it is now spring), I'm thinking about all the things I've done since I've been home.

1. Family Reunion

What my family's get-togethers are like

Okay so it wasn't really a family reunion but actually my second cousin once removed's wedding reception, but it's the only time the Irish side of my family seem to ever get together.  And you can see by the mouthful of explaining which family member's wedding it was that it's easier to just say family reunion. I still don't know and remember everyone that I was introduced to, but I have some idea.

2. Cinema

We actually went to the cinema twice, my friends and I, and we saw Trance and G.I. Joe 2.  Having a friend who works at a cinema is really handy sometimes (free tickets, woo).  Trance was a bit like Inception, but I actually understood what was happening in Trance.  G.I. Joe 2, I'm glad I didn't pay to see it.  It wasn't as good as G.I. Joe, but still a good shoot-em up.

3. 50 Lollipop Challenge

This nearly caused several diabetic comas

I do not recommend this one to anyone who gets brain freezes easily, or who doesn't want to get diabetes.  We did this the first Sunday I was home (not Easter Sunday thank goodness).  I could only eat the Helter Skelters, and one of my friends ate about 20 of the lollies (there were 6 of us sharing this challenge).  It was a ridiculous night that ended with McDonald's.

4. Doctor Who

Doctor Who started again on Saturday.  It has gotten over it's Stargate syndrome (the need for each episode to be bigger and better than the last) and has gone back to old Who, nearly.  The opening sequence is very old style Doctor Who.  [spoiler]The bells of Saint John were the telephone ringing in the tardis, and it got it's name from the Saint John's ambulance sticker on the door.  My friend, who is a Saint John's volunteer, had a fanboy moment[/spoiler]