Giant Toblerone, MI.
My dad vomited blood once, and it turned out he had a perforated ulcer. But I guess they'd have thought of that...
Having a massive attack of inertia. Work is boring me to tears, but I feel utterly lacking in motivation/talent to look for anything else. Applying for the PGCE is an exercise in frustration, involving an online form that doesn't allow mention of work experience more than five years ago, and that times out after about 10 seconds so I keep losing stuff.
And DP's being a bit weird about finances. I'd probably get a bursary (another frustration - no-one yet knows), but would have to pay my own living expenses. When he did his masters a couple of years ago, it meant I did a lot of 'support', and he said I owed him one. Well, this is it. Quite apart from the fact that my career has taken a nosedive while I've enabled his to go stratospheric. And doing the PGCE will enable me to work in term times, saving childcare, blah blah.
But I can't talk to him about it, as as soon as I mention it he just ignores me.