Oh, what a weird week I have had. Ups and downs!

Got back from Barcelona on Sunday evening after getting delayed in Belfast, not too long though, so wasn't too bad. Primavera Sound was AWESOME, had such a great time. Great festival ground, laid back as fuck and I got to see so many bands that I love packed into a weekend, that I probably would've only been able to catch a couple of (if I was lucky) during the year! The whole thing was pretty surreal. We were having something to eat in the tapas place near the festival ground and Vivian Girls & Fucked Up were outside having a drink and just round the corner were the guys from Yo La Tengo boozing as well. I so hope to go again next year if university allows.

Pictures of Barcelona and a some from the festival are behind the cut. I won't bore with the rest, but best bands were The Jesus Lizard, Shellac and Lightning Bolt. Everything else was grand though, there really wasn't one band I didn't like that I went to see!

( Neil Young, My Bloody Valentine, Sonic Youth, Jarvis Cocker, Aphex Twin... )
Got my placement details as well (finally) and I am in a general surgical ward for 6 weeks then I am in acute medical receiving. So excited about acute medical receiving, it's going to be a bit nuts, but that's what I like. I work best when there is loads to do.

I phoned my first placement area and for some reason they don't work twelve hour shifts, so that has totally fucked my holiday to Sweden. I will miss too many hours and I could only really make them up by working 7 day working weeks and even then my mentor would probably fail me on attendance alone. So, had to cancel those plans :( I'll know in future not to just guess wards working hours.

In other crappy news, I phoned up my grandparents yesterday to see how things were only to be told by my granda that my gran had a collapse last week and when the paramedics arrived they had a really hard time getting her pulse and for her to come round. She was also in hospital for a few days for investigations, but they have no idea what it was. As much as that is upsetting, NO ONE CALLED MY FAMILY. NO ONE. I have a fucking aunt and two uncles and no one thought to even drop us a fucking line and tell us what was up.

I am so sick of this shit, really. I know we are not in contact much, but that is due to my mum and I's anger at the way they were with my father when he was in hospital for the last time, but come on. They all live in Edinburgh & see my grandparents all the time. It wouldn't take much to tell us.

I'm going through tomorrow to see them, going to get some nice food from M&S as well as gran is getting worse with her dementia and obviously with my granda in a wheelchair they don't get to buy little luxuries for themselves. It makes me so upset that my contact with my fathers side is in tatters.

Anyway - as I said good time & shit news, but hey ho. Probably feeling more blue today as I am still hungover after last night. I love my friends, what a riot.