I lost myself

Well, I seem to have lost myself in for a while there. It must have been all the excitement of a trip to the big apple and the realisation that I only have to work 10 more nights and then I'll be a GP reg and not have to do any for a year. Bring it on, make it right...
NYC was, as I image it always is, pretty cool. I have some tips for anyone going there:

1. Get the bus from the airport (unless you are loaded and can afford to pay a cab to sit in a traffic jam for 40mins)
2. Don't go up the Empire State, go up to the Top of the Rock (aka the Rockerfeller building) instead, at dusk, and get a A1 view of the Empire State and downtown, and Central Park and uptown.
3. Eat in Ruby Foo's (oriental), Bond 45 (Italian), and some place in Chinatown where the dumplings are filled with gravy that smells (and so my wife says) tastes of old socks, cash only of course.
4. Stay in Hotel Night if you want boutique cool with Bose sound systems, but a room the size of a box of matches (comfortable bed, I didn't go there to sleep).
5. If you need paracetamol, get DR acetomitophen (or whatever) they taste like smarties, not like chalk.
6. Take a trip to Ellis Island and look up your ancestors.
7. If your feeling strapped for cash, take the Staten Island ferry instead and look at the Statue of Liberty.
8. Walk, don't run.
9. Have a look at the Met (they guilt you into paying their 'suggested donation') and goto the new Moma.
10. Spend some dollars.

Last time I was talking about the beauty of nights or something alike that. I don't see it anymore, sitting here drinking NHS coffee (tastes a bit nutty), probably because it's not my last night. I went to the on call room yesterday, a bloody oven next to the main corridoor to the delivery suite, constantly slamming doors and no bulb in the desk lamp. Also, those rooms are vistited by the supernatural shadows of the people who used to work in this workhouse (which was converted into the hospital). One of the Obs and Gynae SHO was woken up by a severed hand pulling the covers off her shoulder (sounds a bit far fetched, I agree, but that's not the only story I have heard about this place). So I lay awake, watching out for the chill in the room and any body parts, but nothing happened. I read half of the Peter Kay autobiography from The Book People, and the bastards took it away in the day so I can't finish it.

Better go, I'm sure there's something I should be bidding on in e-bay.