Apparently the rest of the university was enjoying a well earned break last week, in the form of a reading week. I could definitely have done with one of those myself, but alas the life of the medical student doesn’t allow for such frivolities and we had a jam packed week of lectures, classes and labs.
Whilst trying to juggle the workload and with the knowledge of a formative (which is to say that our grades don’t matter, but it gives us an idea of how we’re progressing) exam looming next week, there was only one thing really on my mind – the most timid and least well-adjusted of my cats had gone missing. Whilst trying to keep up with lectures, I was spending every spare hour either working on posters or walking the neighbourhood looking for him, particularly late at night and before dawn when I thought he might be more inclined to brave the streets. Needless to say, the lack of sleep and the stress meant that I didn’t really manage to get any useful work done the whole week, a fact which only increased my stress levels. Finally, miraculously, after eight days of absence he turned up on the doorstep, skinnier but hopefully also wiser for his experience. I still don’t know where he’d been, but I suspect that one of the ‘please turn your shed upside down’ posters that I’d distributed that afternoon may have done the trick.
Last week was by far and away the most stressful part of my move to Dundee so far, but it was certainly made more bearable by all the support I received from my family and my friends. It also made me realise just how many friends I’ve already made here in Dundee, both on my course and at the cathedral choir where I sing. I still miss my choir and friends from The Netherlands, but bit by bit Dundee has become my home.