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August 17th, 2010
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| ...and despite all apparent evidence to the opposite, I am not dead. Really. Though it is decidedly strange to be updating. I opened Semagic and my brain did a little blink... It's hard to believe it's been months and months, no? In a nutshell, in no particular order: I lost fifteen pounds that are determined to come back on; I read a whole bunch of not very intelligent books; I read a whole bunch of very intelligent books, too, and sat exams on them; I joined a fantastic tae-bo class (have I mentioned that before? dunno) and the instructor keeps making little medical jokes that crack me up and make everybody else go all "...what?!"; I started sorta going out with someone; I managed the dubitable feat of completing my second German course without having sat down to study for it for one single minute; I miss German terribly believe it or not - I can't, fully, myself; I read a grand total of 0 fanfic - no, I can't believe it, either; I went to the seaside and had a completely perfect week that was over in, like, three seconds; I started to pack my dorm room because I have to move out, omgomgomgthebigscaryunknown!!!; I am eating ice cream for breakfast as we speak; I am flying to the Czech Republic on Sept the 1st! Also, and that deserves its own line, my pretty little Kid Sister graduated and is now (after a bunch of horrid exams) officially a student of law! Lol, I don't know, I feel like I wasn't* this excited for my own admission to university. And in fandom news, I am on for HD_Holidays again this year! It was a real thrill to go and type RESERVED, too. I mean, lol. I felt all grown up and capable, which, hm, up for debate. My sign up went, as each one before, along these lines: ME, tab open, biting lip: On one hand, I want to do it again so much! You know, third year in a row, I have a reserved spot! On the other hand, I'll be one full month abroad, I have two serous exams to pass before December, I'll have a flat to bring alive, I really shouldn't... But I really want... Kid Sister, reading in bed, flips a page with a look of Patent Boredom: I really don't know why I have to live through this same internal drama every year. Go post your sign-up. ME, meek: Okay. Now I'm all panicked about it. I got my assignment, went all omgomgomg-I-can't-write-this,what-were-t That is me :D I am beginning to read back on flist a little, because I haven't read that for months and months, either, but chances are, I'll miss a whole lot of stuff. So, dear flist, how are you all? What has happened while I was away? God news? Bad news? How are you? I want to know all about vacations, new pets and the opera you saw back in June*** :) *Dear god, I wrote "I weren't", it went all red and I needed three seconds of arguing with the program until I figured out that it was right. Fail. I have forgotten the English language.** **Which didn't stop me from enlisting on HD_Hols, omg what was I thinking? >.< ***Also, while we are at it, I have no idea whatsoever what fests and things have happened since, um :hides:, January, so feel free to point me in the direction of any H/D, Harry/Snape, Harry/Lucius, Hermione/Draco, Hermione/Snape activity that was interesting and good! :D I just read ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pir8fancier's first Hermione/Draco - it's weird my first story back to not be Harry/Draco, o.O | ||||||
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March 26th, 2010
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| You know you are entirely hopeless as a normal person when you turn around, blink owlishly and realise you've just spent two hours listening to heart murmurs on the Internet. And when you remove the earphones and a voice somewhere inside your now rhythmically beating mind supplies that doing that with your own lovely 'scope is, really, so much more satisfying. I started my Internal Medicine rotation this week with Cardiology. Got the cool consultant, too bad for the twin group. :D I am ridiculously happy, after half a year of random things that mostly involve relying on mechanical assessment, to be able to put on mama's stethoscope along with a serious face and say, breathe deeply, please. It is something that, as much as surgery fascinates and excites me, I can't deny - I love working with a patient*. It makes choosing a speciality a true horror, because I am somehow disgruntled by the idea I must choose one. I like variety. I like new things. But I keep coming back to and loving the old favourites, too. See my dilemma? Yeah. People around me are increasingly focused on their (already) chosen fields, and I must decide something, too, because the process of specialisation is fucked up as it is, and it helps to be prepared early. :/ These happy thoughts are all the Kid's fault, of course. With graduation looming so close by, she's seemingly lost the ability to procrastinate and waste any amount of time, and is studying non-stop. Which is perfectly laudable, only it makes me feel old and scattered and unfocused and totally out of it. Which, in turn, doesn't lessen the chaotic wavelengths at which I exist. It's the discomfort of having a positive example that you don't follow, probably? Anyway. History of Bulgaria preliminary university entrance exam for her on Sunday! It's her name day, too, so hopefully that will bring her luck. Which would make for a very happy Easter! :all digits crossed: I will spend the weekend loitering in front of university buildings, worrying and hoping and calculating incalculable things, so yeah. Wish us (By which I mean her! In *Well, maybe love is a little bit of an overstatement when it comes to a lady who thinks she knows it all because her husband was a doctor and you are only 22 and anyway, that time when she coughed back in the winter of '79 is really connected to how she gets breathless on days with solar flares and geomagnetic storms. These storms are a horrible impediment to humanity, I tell you. They cause high blood pressure, irritation, forgetfulness, infidelity, impotence and impoliteness. At a minimum. And what was I talking about? Oh, yes, about that cough. :amused: We also talked about her daughter, her grandson, the exercise she likes to do every day (it involves taking deep breaths in the park. Don't ask, it's not like I know), and didn't fully understand why she was in a hospital... **:shudders: I am endlessly thankful that the human brain is constructed to forget the bad things. Looking at the Kid, I realise I've completely erased the majority of stress I felt around my own graduation. Around the uni entrance exams. My god, I swear if someone comes and says, you have to sit those entrance exams again, I'll find a tall tree and just be over with it! Thinking about it now, though, unearthing all the nerves and anxiety, the hopes and fears, I realise that it's somehow even harder to watch someone you love struggle with it - least of all because you can't do anything to help them. Life is such a strange thing. | ||||||||||
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| Right now, I am seriously in doubt whether the Internet is a method of mass information or mass disinformation. The things one can read on some forums! Sweet baby J, suppose I can spot all the glaringly stupid bits and pieces of random hearsay on the topics I am knowledgeable of. (Even that is questionable. Dropped in a sea of warped/misunderstood facts you start doubting yourself) I obviously can't know everything, then how do I trust the things I read on topics I know nothing of? | ||||||||||
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March 9th, 2010
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| My dad likes to say, sometimes, that someone/something came all the way from Dahomey or that something stretches all the way to Dahomey, and I kinda always assumed that it was a dad's made-up place, somewhere far far away, because he is full of fun phrases like that. And I discovered today that, instead, Dahomey is (or at leas, was) a very big place. I mean, it's a whole country! I'm a little shocked. I don't really know why, it's just that is one of those times when little things make me suddenly feel dead sure I'll never know half the things he knows about the world. Kid Sister's made a game of it; she counts the times she knows something random, scientific/historic/geographic that he doesn't. It's not a very long list... Off to German with me, then. :) Wanna guess what I scored on last time's quiz? | ||||||||||
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March 1st, 2010
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| What sort of brain dead, Confunded cat would get itself stuck in a fence just about every night for weeks on end? It makes no sense, not if you've ever seen a cat close by! Cats, those are intelligent, haughty animals. They are also very insistent on being self-sufficient, and are decidedly not stubbornly idiotic. Urgh. | ||||||||||
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February 23rd, 2010
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| House of Night series (books 1 to 6) by PC and Kristin Cast Marked :: Betrayed :: Chosen :: Untamed :: Hunted :: Tempted paperback; US covers; language - original (English) Okay, so this was a fun series to read. But not exactly what you'd call deep, meaningful reading. ( And, boy, did it teach me a whole new vista of Americanisms ) | ||||||||||
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February 8th, 2010
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| The Demon's Lexicon by Sarah Rees Brennan Okay, so I knew I wanted to start my attempt at logging the books I read with a review of this particular one ever since I opened the first page. Which was three months ago*. ( Let me sit down and polish my sword as I tell you why. ) | ||||||||||
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January 3rd, 2010
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Happy New 2010!</font> Hope it is a pretty, smiley, lucky and love-filled for you all! ♥ I got alexis_sd's and oconel's cards just on the last day of 2009 and I was all warm and squishy :) Thank you, ladies! Hope you had a smashing New Year's :)Other than saying officially hi to the new year on LJ, I am very much snowed in under the horrendous bulk that is Occupational Medicine, Hygiene and Professional Pathology. Exam Thursday, omg, I have not read it even once yet. :pulls hair: Seem like in 2010 as well exams will be the most frequently mentioned word on this journal. Fail? Maybe... I am also too holiday-mooded to truly care. ;) Until Wed night, that is, when I'll be a nervous wreck of the most awful sort. I have two or three posts that are almost serious in content, will see if they'll still be around when I have the time to write them. BUT! Before I go! Let me urge you towards ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} hd_holidays! Now's the time to catch up on all those fics you haven't read still! [Can you tell I love crashing on the PC in the evening and finding a new comment? ;) Well, I do! And I bet all the other authors do too! So give love! ♥] Regular programming shall resume in three days! Enjoy the snow while it lasts. :g: (first use of the 2010-tag!)</font> OMG, I need to go to bed :blush: | ||||||||||
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December 15th, 2009
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| ...And I am still in the single digit numbers. But you know it's a good fest when you've read less than half a dozen stories and you can practically rec them all. Normally, I am not a big fan of werewolf fic. I like weres as much as anything but God, they are so easy to mess up. Not this time. I loved the story to bits. It has an interesting, believable and well-backed plot. It has a fantastic Draco, who is himself even when he is not; who struggles for control, wins and loses, and you can totally feel him do it. It's Draco. But he's a werewolf, and the author never lets you forget that, feeding you gentle, vivid reminders that enhance your whole perception of the world of the story. The H/D interaction is beyond delicious, can we say scorching hot? Decidedly :) And there are some very precise insights into Draco's character that are hiding behind the excuse of the werewolf etiquette. And being the language-h0r that I am, I can't help but point that the use of the English language is brilliant. The quality of the writing is excellent. As I said in my comment, it's not only the great H/D that makes you love that story, it's the quality of how it's written, too. I have strong suspicions who the author might be, though I am still unsure if they are taking part in the fest. But regardless if this is the next gem from a well-settled ficcer or a new star, the story is well-worth it! A teeny sample: Draco let the words sink in. There was so much not being said. It was all there, hidden beneath the surface: Potter's motivation. Draco inhaled deeply and there it was, faint but unmistakable, now that he thought to look for it. "Who is he?" Draco sniffed again. "I can smell him on you." The thought turned the soup in his stomach rancid. Potter's sharp intake of breath and step backwards was as good as an admission. "Who. Is. He?" Draco growled. "A school friend? An old lover?" He gritted his teeth and waited for Potter to find his voice. Savage by anon (a gift to froggie) | ||||||||||
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December 13th, 2009
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| The story is re-read to death, coded and sent and I can die happily now. Or have my dinner yoghurt, now that I think about it :) Oh, guys! I thought this would never get finished and posted. Thank you all so much for bearing with me as I continuously whined and complained, and for sending good vibes and cheery comments when I most needed it. <3! | ||||||||||
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| I find it extremely amusing (trapped in my vampire-novel period as I still am) that my bestest English dictionary had 'blood lust' but not 'blood loss'. | ||||||||||
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December 1st, 2009
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| ...and right now the mere sight of condoms will be well enough to send me into a hissy fit. A little known fact: separating triads of condoms for mass distribution to hapless passers by who think you are trying to give them unwanted flyers is a really effective way to give yourself nasty, um, folio? cuts. Hard to heal, too :/ But the purpose of this post is quite different: it's actually a rec. Yes. The date means not only International AntiAIDS day, it also means hd_holidays!!! Yay holidays!And they've started it off with a brilliant story! Your classic, well-loved Hogwarts!H/D with a bit more to it :) Fun dialogue, great characterisation, lovely interaction of all characters, and an awfully HOT Draco Malfoy. And I mean awfully! :g: A sweetly confused but determined Harry, some fantastic clothing-choices for Draco and Quidditch! Really, I laughed out loud more often than has happened to me in ages while reading, and it was such a smooth and pleasurable read I wanted to do a repeat as soon as I was done! :) I loved how this fic managed to transport me in the early days of my H/D love, it was seriously all the stuff I like best, tied with a big red holiday bow! A sample: With a nasty smile and a shrug, Zacharias flicked his wand. “Liberacorpus.” Malfoy dropped like a stone into the fountain water, throwing a cold spray of water over the nearest bystanders. “There you are, Potter, as requested. He’s all nice and wet for you, as well.” Harry’s face heated as another round of titters passed through the crowd. Trying his best to ignore them, he stepped forward to offer Malfoy a hand from the pool. Malfoy, however, ignored his outstretched fingers. Though sopping wet and undoubtedly freezing, he straightened himself up without assistance, raised his chin defiantly, and somehow projected a perfect facade of sneering superiority. He stepped gracefully from the fountain and right up into Smith’s face. “It’s funny,” he drawled, looking Smith up and down with distaste. “For all your talk about Potter’s preferences and my own, I notice you’re the only one going around hexing men’s trousers off. Thou dost protest too much, methinks.” With a haughty sniff, Malfoy brushed past him, the stunned crowd parting quietly to let him pass. “Yeah? What is that supposed to mean, Malfoy?” Smith called after him. Ron stepped up to Smith, grinning malevolently. “It’s Muggle for ‘It takes one to know one.’ You do know what that means, don’t you, Smith?” Symbiosis by anon, a gift for faithwood*I also pretty much died laughing when I wrote Puddifoot's in my comment to the story and LJ advised me it should actually be Pussyfoots. :g: | ||||||||
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November 24th, 2009
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| After I survived all the tide waves in fandom, all the TV series and shows and whatnot, all the things that sound cute but will eat my time with a spoon, I was defeated. By the prettiest thing that walked my laptop screen, opened his blue eyes wide and was devastated that his girlfriend left the wine bottle behind. (The wine-bottle story? D'awww, can I have you please? Promise not to lave you behind for the dude with the Malfoy crest pinky ring. Okay, maybe that was not entirely true but still, for no one besides the Malfoy crest-holder anyway) Yes, it is White Collar. OMG how gorgeous are all these actors? The FBI agent's assistant? His glorious and witty wife? The romantic side plots? The relationship-discussions taking place between the snark? I am so much in love it is embarrassing. :blush: And I've only watched the pilot, too. The FBI agent's superior Aren't You A Moron Now smirk is duh. The scene with half-naked Neil hugging a thick law book? Also, stolen from cluegirl because it is totally hilarious:[Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<a [...] http://blip.tv/play/aygxlmic">') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] After I survived all the tide waves in fandom, all the TV series and shows and whatnot, all the things that sound cute but will eat my time with a spoon, I was defeated. By the prettiest thing that walked my laptop screen, opened his blue eyes wide and was devastated that his girlfriend left the wine bottle behind. (The wine-bottle story? D'awww, can I have you please? Promise not to lave you behind for the dude with the Malfoy crest pinky ring. Okay, maybe that was not entirely true but still, for no one besides the Malfoy crest-holder anyway) Yes, it is White Collar. OMG how gorgeous are all these actors? The FBI agent's assistant? His glorious and witty wife? The romantic side plots? The relationship-discussions taking place between the snark? I am so much in love it is embarrassing. :blush: And I've only watched the pilot, too. The FBI agent's superior Aren't You A Moron Now smirk is duh. The scene with half-naked Neil hugging a thick law book? <strike>Come here this instant, I will give you all the large books you can possibly want!</strike> Ahem. Yeah. Also I might have drooled a tiny little bit over the grand-daughter the Art student. I mean, didn't you? :P Also, stolen from <lj user="cluegirl"> because it is totally hilarious: <a href="http://<embed src=" http://blip.tv/play/aygxlmic"="http://blip.tv/play/AYGxlmIC"" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="297" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed> "><lj-embed id="1" /> </a> Off to bed now with me, because I suspect my arms and back will hate me tomorrow: I swam half a kilometre today. All alone. Well, I did drink a lot of water. But as the Cute Instructor (who was sadly absent and left me to fend for myself, :sadface:) the water is perfectly harmless for drinking. Even through your nose. It actually adds a thrill to it... ;) | ||||||||||
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November 23rd, 2009
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| I spent the day pretty much running about, and accomplished none of the things I planned. Oh, well. I suppose it's only to be expected after I went to be at three last night and had to be up and shining at 6.30. (Don't ask. It involves, as is usual for me, a gripping book, a protesting back and sore eyes. One day I will probably grow up and start behaving like a normal person, but it will be a difficult thing to force on me.) I plan to at least go swimming in an hour so that the day would not be a total loss. Started a new rotation today, I think called Preventive Medicine in English. Hm. One the one hand, spending four weeks doing what I've done today I will pretty much end up in the loony bin of those who have perfected the art of staring into empty spaces for hours while they wait for something at all to happen: See, they allow no absences. Not more than a single one if you want the rotation signed and yourself allowed to the exam, and even that one after a permission has been granted to you. It's been a while since we saw such strict control :eyeroll: I have lots of words to say about strictness - funny how the most absurd departments enforce it the most fiercely. On the other hand, we had a few bright moments with the professor, among which features the discussion about Natasha Rostova's personal physician, who was accidentally a real person with his real name in the book, and did really contribute much about the disease mentioned in the book. Also, there was Dan Brown and his latest novel, an account how the Prof's grandson was born in the Presbyterian Hospital in Manhattan and a lengthy examination of Peter the Great's interior and international politics. Notice how none of this is directly Preventive Medicine? It's no coincidence. :sigh: Also, to my quiet internal glee and despair ... PROFESSOR: :tells us all about the summer of her second year when she devoured with great enthusiasm Dostoevsky's collected works, apparently 14 tomes: BOY FROM TWIN GROUP: All of them? Like, for that one summer? PROF: :from over her half-moon glasses, sternly: I'll have you know, you clearly illiterate clearly non-lover of classic Russian prose young man, that my norm of reading was a hundred pages even during revision sessions. FYI, textbook reading pace is the slowest of one's spectrum. MY GROUP: :have had a chat about who reads how much a day during session not five minutes before: SPARK: :in my mind: Please, please... BOY 2 FROM MY GROUP: Ha, this is how much Spark reads, too! SPARK: :blush and eyeroll: Yes, say that louder, maybe someone somehow missed I breathe books. PROF: GIRLS OF THE WORLD UNITE FOR LEADERSHIP! SPARK: FINE THEN I ADMIT IT IS TRUE! Ahem. GROUP: :chortle: Regardless, I have never tried Dostoevsky. Maybe it is time? After I finish the latest vampire urban fantasy? ...Dear Reading Diary, shockingly, there are no werewolves at the bottom of Crime and Punishment... :off to the pool: | ||||||||||
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November 19th, 2009
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| A cookie goes to anyone who can guess what is the common thing between Florence Nightingale, Henry VIII and Van Gogh. A hint: I read it -wait for it- in a textbook. Normal broadcasting will hopefully resume on Friday evening, and I will finally get around to answering all those comments. Keep your fingers crossed for me. :) | ||||||||||
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November 17th, 2009
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| Family dinner, MENTALIST on TV: RANDOM WOMAN: :puts a water bottle in her mouth repeatedly, goes through pretty much everything male in the dep.: PROTAGONIST: A-ha! She must have Kluver-Bucy Syndrome! SPARK: She does not. FAMILY: :abruptly silent: KID SISTER: Wut? SPARK: I mean, it would clearly cause other symptoms, too, and she'd need symmetric tiny tumours at the most improbable spot, and ANYWAY, that syndrome was only fully reported in monkeys. MAMA: Clearly, you need to be done with that exam soon, so that you can stop worrying me. SPARK: But... KID SISTER: Next she'll recognise the weird syndromes on House... MAMA: ...and I'll need to resign my licence in shame... PAPA: ...or more probable still, commit her to a mental institution. SPARK: But I just knew it! MAMA: Exactly baby. These are not meant to be recognised by the audience. PAPA: :snorfle: *** Two days. Please, just two days. :dead: | ||||||||||
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November 16th, 2009
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| I am listening to a police inspector on TV speaking about traffic accidents. His surname translates roughly to Titlover. I might have died laughing; mama certainly did. | ||||||||||
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November 15th, 2009
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| So far, I have three separate types of tremor. No doubt by the time I (hopefully live) to sit that exam on Friday, I shall have discovered at least two more. >.< I have also discovered that two years of Anatomy is by far not enough for you to remember it in any detail two years post-exam. FAIL! Thy name is me. This revision session is making me feel ill, unbalanced and pretty positive I am not going to be a Neurologist. Never, ever. Also, when you read about diseases and have according patients' histories flash before your mind's eye along with faces and names and personal details, it is a clear sign you are acquiring the idiosyncrasies of the profession. Hm. Not as pleasant as one might think. Certainly traumatic in the wee hours after ten straight hours of uncurable afflictions. BUT! Beyond that* --- Draco Big Bang or not Draco Big Bang? Thoughts? (and beyond thanking the great people who calmed me down after my last post and whose kind comments I'll hopefully soon answer! ♥) | ||||||||
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November 5th, 2009
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| Okay, this year is getting decidedly weirder, weather-wise. Not three days ago it snowed (in October! and not for the first time this year, either!) and now the weather forecast for tomorrow is 20 degrees Celsius. WTF much? In other news I am moving forward with the swimming; it feels great. After a number of very socially stressful and negative days I went for a training yesterday and exited all smile-y and much relaxed. I am not under the impression the pretty instructor mars the effect :D On the other side, the back pain from all the computer hanging from the weeks before wasn't helping me be cheery. On Monday we went for a Physical Therapy in Neurology practical lesson, and the guy (the doctor in Chief of that particular section in the hospital) was, bless him, completely stumped what to do with us. We have not covered the Physical Therapy rotation yet, nor is it possible -he assured us- to cram an entire branch of medicine into two hours. So we sat in his office and looked confused ourselves while he talked things we weren't very good at grasping, until he went okay, so ask things that interest you. And of course I, trying to sit straight on the edge of the - erm. that thing in a doctor's office on which the patient lies is not called a bed, is it? well, on the edge of that thing - asked how is one supposed to take care of oneself if they are doing the sort of job that involves a lot of computer use. Consultant: :eyes me penetratingly: Your back hurts, doesn't it? ME: :stammers: Um, yeah, how did you...? Consultant: Lie down. ME: What? Consultant: Down! ME: :cowed: Okay. :lies down: Consultant: :gives breathing instructions, presses against my back, make sit pop like whoa: ME: OMG, and I thought it was popping before! o.O Consultant: :pulls at my hair: Do you live? ME: :stands up, rolls shoulders, gapes: BACK: :decidedly doesn't give a pip: ME: :wide-eyed: OMG, you made it stop! It felt awful for almost two weeks and you killed it for half a second. Like magic! Consultant: :very smug: So. Somebody else hurting somewhere? Subsequently he showed us a bit of the pressure points of the ear on a girl from my group, a trick for banishing headache on one of the boys, and managed to spew about a million super fun comments in the meantime. ME: Whoa, that was such a fun lesson! Boy from my group: Only because you got free pain-banishing. ME: Well, obviously. | ||||||||||
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November 2nd, 2009
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October 22nd, 2009
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| ...a boy was abducted right from the street about a hundred metres away from where my dorm is. It is yet another in the streak of business people's relatives being kidnapped, but this one happened in broad daylight. In one of Sofia's most people-populated districts. I was home that day. :shudder: Is 5 million Euro worth the sanity of a 21-year-old? | ||||||||||
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October 21st, 2009
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| Okay, so maybe this is the point where I slide into monthly recaps territory. It sure seems that long since I last updated! And I will probably need to revert to bullet points, too. ---> School began! I am officially a victim of the awful clinical rotations system. I can say at that point that I pretty much hate it as much as you can hate an educational system. Maybe more. Who in hell came up with that idiotic idea, I ask you??? No, don't answer that, it was probably a renown white-haired prof from the oldest medical school in the universe. It sucks. You never see anyone from the rest of your year, you are utterly stuck at the consultant's mercy and if they suck no one and nothing can help you though the maze that is clinical disciplines. I know. I finished Ear, Nose, Throat, aka Otorhinolaryngology, and hopefully I never need it because man! I don't know anything. Though I do know what is the connection between gay people and tracheotomy. Yes, that was one of the questions from my oral exam. Yes, I know the prof must be out of his fucking mind. He is also quite brilliant at ENT surgery. Te other girl from my group was asked a lot of Hamlet-related questions. Example: What did Hamlet see when he asked the skull to be or not to be? Correct answer: Bone skeleton of the nose cavity. There was also poetry. And European history, and why flu vaccines are a ruse of the pharmaceutical industry, and why the US healthcare system sucks (he just came back from Dallas). We discussed musical tastes, too. It was a fun exam. Truth to be told, it turned out to be an unexpectedly interesting speciality, too, but I fail to see how the stuff I studied for four weeks will stick in my head for the rest of my active career, and that's what sucks. ---> Anyway. :) I had a great birthday, even though it was a bit of a quiet affair compared to Kid Sister's majority which I went a bit crazy over in regards to gifts and organisation, but mine was precious with being remembered by a whole bunch of people I didn't expect to recall, RL as well an LJ. (Which is the place to say a very very late thank you to lusiology, blamebrampton and alexis_sd! Thanks, guys! You made me all warm and smiley :D). But the best thing, of course, was that in addition to all the presents, I got pushdragon! Okay, I didn't exactly get her for my birthday, but it was only a day apart, so it totally counts! We walked around a very rainy Sofia, talked about HP and fandom and LJers and books and had some excellent coffee. And mai tais! Mustn't forget the mai tais :) With popcorn. Be told, they go well together. Also, she gave me Maya's book, which I am currently reading. But more on that later on. I really, really love meeting fandom people IRL, putting faces to icons and usernames and discovering that yes, Internet does relay awesomeness without fail. I might have been a tiny bit starstruck in connection to that. I totally didn't show! If you were blind and deaf, that is. (blush)---> September got marked as my Try New Things month, and I started driving lessons. I totally love it!!! In the vein of new activities that I am in love with, I took up on swimming, too. schemingreader is all to blame for it, although it was done mostly by her constant awesome posts about it. This is going to sound so silly - but I don't know how to swim. When I was a kid there was no place to swim at, and certainly no one to take the time and teach me, and it has been a constant shame of mine. But now I will learn! And the instructor at the pool is... A life-long swimmer with a cheeky grin. Does that help? I felt horribly fat and ugly and was embarrassed as hell, and then he started guiding me into the motions and spoke like he'd been mostly working with kids, and I relaxed really fast. Not to mention I really, really love water. (but I can't swim. How stupid is that?)(over the phone) SPARK: And oh, mama, the instructor! ..:rambles:.. And the only sad thing is he just sits at the edge of the pool and is dressed. :sigh: MAMA: Can you stop drooling, please? I am going to be embarrassed if a man sees you drooling over him. SPARK: Don't worry, I was in the water all the time, it totally didn't show. MAMA: :snorfle: And I have a cool blue Speedo. I like myself in a swimsuit, boys and girls. Or maybe it's the pretty colour. In any case, second lesson tomorrow! Only uncool thing - I have no way of drying my hair afterwards, and it gets really wet despite the cap. And I can't go home in winter with wet hair! (Meningitis, otitis, your fancy common cold - you name it, my mind thinks about it already. Ah, medicine. :g:) I will have to find a way out of that particular problem... ---> I am going to be late for my deadline. Probably. But I've made great progress with the rework and re-write I finally arrived at, and can we say 35k already under my belt? :beams: At least 10k more to come. I am PLEASED, let me tell you. Pleased. | ||||||||||
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You are JusticeEquity, rightness, probity, executive; triumph of the observing side in law. Justice is about cold, objective balance through reason or natural force. You can't keep smoking and drinking without consequences to your health. It is the card that advises cutting out waste and insists that you make adjustments, do whatever is necessary to bring things back into balance, physically, emotionally, socially, spiritually. It is a card of balance and harmony; if there is imbalance, the correction may What Tarot Card are You? | ||||||
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September 18th, 2009
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| ...but isn't tomato a vegetable? Excuse me if I'm mistaken. But I'm reading this book that keeps referring to a tomato as the 'red fruit' and um??? Talk about an off-thrower. :huffs: | ||||||||||
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September 10th, 2009
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| OMG, Istanbul! With the horror that was past week and the weather cast for the next Turkey is fast becoming a copy-clone of Atlantis. Neighbourly resentment aside, you can't really help but feel awful when they show footage of it on TV. :shudders: Greece had horrendous fires a couple of weeks prior, and one does wonder if hell is contagious...? | ||||||||||
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September 9th, 2009
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| Kid Sister and I went to Sofia today, for many reasons beyond my orthodontist appointment. One of said reasons was a cinema visit, because we wanted to see Channing Tatum's new film, G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra. Let me begin thus: thankfully, both the kid and I are sweet-smiling enough to not make the lady look deeper into our claims of being underage, otherwise this round of laughter would have costed even more. Don't got me wrong, it was a passable movie in the sense that somebody had chosen a bunch of pretty faces (and bodies and some smart-ass dialogue, too) and paid I suppose a whole lot of money to a biggish crew of special effect guys. Well, there was an excess of things being blown up and guys kicking the life out of each other ninja style more often than strictly humanly possible, but hey, I was ready to pass that with one eye closed because of Channing Tatum's pretty abs*. There were even pieces of plot (admittedly, scant and far in between) trying to make an appearance. In the trailer, there was this particularly eye-catchy scene where two major guys fly/jump right through the car of the underground train. "Wait," the physics-knowledgeable part of my brain perked up, "that scene right there is not even remotely...!" "Hush, brain," I admonished. "CT is disrobing to reach his bonus fighting skills. Don't try to insert logic." "Wait," film-loving part of my brain said just then. "Is this a weird mix of Darth Vader, Lord Voldemort and The Man With The Iron Mask that I see before me?" "Hush, brain, you are missing at leasts three more borrowed details, but that's not the point," I tried to silence the voice despite Kid Sister's giggling and snide comments. "Just watch the movie." The movie went on. There was laughter on my part. Kid Sister also laughed. As the reasonably intelligent daughters of an engineer who is allergic to technology-wise seat-of-pants fibs, we were not short of moments to point and laugh at. But. [SPOILER!] Around came the end of the film. They blew up the north ice cap. And great pieces of ice began dropping down to the bottom of the sea. [Dramatic music, ice falling through murky water, characters scrambling for escape] Kid Sister: Tell me I am not currently watching how great chunks of ice are sinking to the sea bottom. ME: ... Kid Sister: No, they continue sinking. ME: ... Kid Sister: What is that supposed to mean??? ME: That the 200-odd people who participated in the production of this movie all had an empty folder labelled 'Physics' in their heads, and cannot visibly prove that they have passed their secondary education. Kid Sister: But they can't possibly...! ME: I don't know, kiddo. This great screen is currently showing how if you blow up the ice cape the ice will sink. Somebody wrote that. Somebody filmed it. A lot of somebodies made it look real. There's no other explanation for it. Kid Sister: And to think we used to laugh at the Physics teacher when she would go on how everything in life eventually comes down to Physics. Needless to say, we were floored. We laughed a whole lot more. Right along with the rest of the audience. We were thankful we got off with kid tickets. We do not recommend the film if you find it difficult to ignore scientific wtf-that-was-that-what-is-he-doing??? moments. *Trust me on this one, they are pretty. One might even say, if one has a libido, that they are perfectly lickable. He also played at being Emotionally Vulnerable. I am only human after all. | ||||||||||
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September 7th, 2009
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| The roof repair works are STILL. NOT. DONE. Yes, it deserves capslock. It deserves finding a rope and hanging the people responsible, if you ask me. The house is completely upside down, I am working my ass off and this is my last week of summer vacation left. Can you tell I'm displeased? I am. It also started raining. WTF, weather? Now?? Amusingly, in light of my hatred of renovation works and all the misery they inevitably give you and the fact we are currently living in the midst of something like a bomb-attack site, I decided I will really need to do a bit of refreshing on my dorm room too. It will happen in the most inconvenient time ever, mid-autumn probably, but frankly, it does not surprise me it happens so. I mean, it wouldn't do to spoil a full year of inconvenient timing just at the end of it, right? Plus side - I get to stay with a friend I won't be seeing as much of this year as usual. Also, I get to play a bit with interior (a tiny, teeny-weeny bit, but who cares :g:) So, anyone! Ideas? Tell me what you think would make a student dorm room look like a prettier place? Colours? I'm very excited :) Probably because I don't have my budget limit yet... ;) Aaaaand, to top my plate, I started driving licence course. So far, a piece of cake. But we are on lesson 5, so I'm being moderately optimistic. Truth be told, I suspect this unforeseen ease has something to do with the fact I am quite used by now to being lectured and expected to have remembered the things said. Sadly, this can't exactly be said about the other participant in the course: Instructor, explaining the rights each driving category grants you: So, with B you can drive a car with up to 8 passengers. Everything over that number is seen as a bus by the law and requires D category. Okay? We: Okay. Instructor(reading out a test question): So how many seats does a bus minimally have, 9, 11 or 25? Other Woman: I think a bus ought to have at least 25 seats, and it would be a small bus even then... Me: OMG, I will be in the car while this woman learns how to drive. Instructor: Yeah. I feel your pain. This tiny snippet explained to me why the instructor talks like he is in front of a group of especially dim 5-year-olds. The guy is also heart-breakingly cute and really funny, and I had a tiny bit of difficulty not squeeing like a moron every time I talk about the course while in practice (his mother is theatre nurse in the surgery ward where I did my summer practice). Off scrubbing the inside doors clean now. See you later if I have any hands left ♥ | ||||||||||
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August 31st, 2009
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| Okay, after reading a bit on it, maybe putting up their banner is not what I'm really comfortable with, but tell me, flist, what do you think about that controversial survey fandom is abuzz about? | ||||||||
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August 30th, 2009
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| Must a person have been sorted into a certain house in order to become Head of it in Hogwarts? I'm busy calming myself with fic-typing. No, it hasn't helped any so far. :spreads bread-crumbs for muse: | ||||||||||
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August 24th, 2009
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| Okay, I give in. with all the cricket commentary going on on flist, the pretty picture posts of the delectable Mr Broad (as in the BBC Sports live commentary: "Draco Malfoy to bowl from the Vauxhall End... sorry, it's Stuart Broad again") and the vids and interviews of Tom Felton and Daniel Radcliff, which involve discussions about who's got a few inches on whom, and also TF calling DR "Daniel" I might get into cricket enough to try and understand the rules. :D What does it say about me that I started watching 3/4s of the sports I now follow because of pretty boys? :g: Also, because I am shallow, I laughed for five minutes straight that "Malfoy" is listed as an official nickname on Broad's wiki entry. Oh, fandom, what have you done to my brain! Then again, with pictures like that... | ||||||||||
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August 23rd, 2009
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| Commenter: And here we can see Michael Schumacher watching Kimi's exit from the pit lane... Father: He's gathering impressions! ME: What for? Pointless advice how to raise Raikkonen morale? Father: :all animated: He is going to drive in Italy next race! ME: :unimpressed: Yeah, right. If he doesn't have, say, backache. Father: Don't you believe? ME: Nopes. Kid Sister: Wanna bet they are spreading the rumour to get Italians to clear off the tickets? ME: See? That's why I love you. You have all the cynicism of a forty-year-old. ...On the other hand, Schumacher's facial expressions are pretty priceless. I kinda miss that most of all. How you could tell just from looking at him if the race is going according to plan. Kimi's expressions mostly give hint to what foot his day started on: he's sulky (right foot) or more sulky (wrong foot) or sometimes, maybe, almost cleared up (he has a champagne bottle in his hand). Though if he keeps it up to the end of the race, and perhaps wakes up a bit, Kimi has a chance of an almost half-smile, seeing as how the direct threat of Vettel is gone. ...Oh, Badoer, are you for real?? Shumi, oh, how I miss you. :huggles: Also, I remember these sunglasses! :is amused: | ||||||||||
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August 22nd, 2009
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| ...(and Tom Felton pinching himself) Yesterday at the hospital was awful to the point of driving the SupportiveSurgeon into fits of unabridged cursing. I think it says just about enough. Highpoint, though: I saw a twins c-section! I kept thinking of anthimaeria all throughout it, and I was again amazed at how fast the thing is! Admittedly, it was a little longer for twins but hey! 15 mins from anaesthesia to skin sutures is, well, pretty whiz work.Friday night out rocked like ten kinds of rock bands, and kid sister got hit at, rather a lot. Okay, men? They are the most confusing thing on the planet. Why would someone who pointedly ignored you three weeks ago, be all over you like nothing happened? That's not an okay behaviour, right? That's what I thought. It's another matter entirely that it was a grown man doing it, not a school student, and where the hell he thinks he is going, hitting on my kid sister. :eye roll: Anyway, we came home pretty happy and smiley, which resulted in me signing up for HD_Hols. I want to do it, simple as that, and I might not even pass the lottery, so. It's not like this year would turn into a piece of cake just because I passed on on one deadline, especially if it was on something I'd enjoy. So bring in the H/D vibes! :D This morning, okay, noon, the kid and I innocently dropped shoe-shaped hints, and that surprisingly resulted into a massive shoe-shopping spree. Can we say four inch stilettos? Yes, we can. And we can walk in them too. Mostly. For short periods of time :D :is in love: ME: They have a bow! Mama: They are taller than a sky-scraper. Kid Sister: They make your legs look awesome! Mama: :dirty glare: ME: :laughs: Nothing can make my legs look awesome, kid. Mama: :sigh: No, these shoes can. Regardless, you will split your head open if you trip. Because they are taller than *you* Kid Sister: Wow, they practically put you into medium-height ranges! ME: I *will* have these shoes, mark my word. Mama: I will not pay for your extended hospital stay while you are being put back together from your fall. ME: No, the uni will, because I'm a student. Mama: :surrendering: Well, I suppose the uni will have only themselves to blame, if they didn't teach you better. Kid Sister: Can I wear them? ME: No! Mama: I don't know why you bother, really. It's like telling the cat not to shed on the sofa. And finally, because I am a molten puddle of *want* wow, TF, what is this photographer giving you, the Potion of Smokin' Hotness? :fans self: | ||||||||||
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August 20th, 2009
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| What's better than going out? Going out when you definitely need to stay in and do something meaningful. Hello, grown-up me, I'm sure you can see I'm not ready yet. I came home at 3 in the afternoon, after a crazy-crazier-craziest morning that contained a really unsuccessful operational attempt at making the life of a patient better. It was long and also difficult and featured CuteSurgeon(tm) throwing things (okay, one thing) though thankfully not at me, SupportiveSurgeon being very, well, supportive and soothing and pretty much 'this hissy fit you are throwing is not going to better the situation, but I love you anyway', a theatre nurse that was very visibly 'lmao, boss, did you just throw an instrument?' and predictably, got a earful for it that would have made me pretty much die then and there, but she , um, told CuteSurgeon to chill. In those exact words too. I guess his fearsome aura diminishes if you see him day in and day out? No, he didn't explode, but it was a very close thing - the anaesthesiology nurse fled the theatre, no joke. And I, being right next to him, um, tried to get under the table. *blush* On the whole though, I, dare say, was at least not being a hindrance to the procedure. And got about, what, 35-40 stitches in. Which would have been all the better and shinier if the patient had had at least a tiny piece of benefit from the entire ordeal, which she didn't. It was one of those moments, like anatomy practicals in the beginning and autopsies when you focus very hard on the technical side of what you are doing, and very pointedly don't think about anything else. Until you get home and in bed, that is. I'm pretty certain that if the powers that be discovered some way to turn advanced medicine into a weapon, it would move forward at ten times its current pace. There is so much superficial noise about horrible things like AIDS and cancer and much simpler, really, diseases that kill millions of people every day, yet devices for killing and torture inevitably cash in more funds at the end of the day. I firmly believe that every politician who is called to decide on such matters have to spend one week of his life helping in a hospital. I think it will help. Also, the entirety of the shift despite the few high points (see below was difficult in enough ways for the nurse to want a stiff drink at the end of it, find a bottle from the patients' thank-you gifts cupboard and pour everyone a small straight.) Yes, I was shocked. And yes, it does make you feel better. Wanna bet why doctors are one of the top three professions in the alcoholics per capita department? So I was blue about it (though I am not sure how much it showed under the cover of sheer terror that I would mess up and CuteSurgeon right next to me would throttle me with his electroscalpel just to vent his frustration) and afterwards the anaesthesiologist wanted to cheer me up, so he he took me to his next operation and had me do an orotracheal intubation after asking if I knew anatomy ("Um, yes. Mostly. Supposedly"), showing me a laryngoscope and mocking the way I was looking back at him shell-shocked. The patient survived and I totally did it okay. On the other hand, it *was* a healthy 25-year-old with a long throat and big mouth, so you'd be hard-pressed to find a better subject. Next on the list, spinal anaesthesia! And I watched an arthroscopy! The patient was wearing briefs with the head of a roaring tiger on them, which was hilarious in a couple thousand ways not least of all because he looked scared to death, and not about the procedure but about the fact he was alone and naked with 5 women in green, but I didn't laugh! Mostly. Audibly. Okay, I lie, I laughed myself silly, but it was behind the safety of my mask, and I immediately went to 'help' the theatre nurse with whatever she was doing with her back to the room, half-buried in sterile equipment boxes. (A hint: she was suspiciously shaking, too.) The silver lining, right? You always want to look for that, before you get lost. You look at it firmly, and think. positive. Every morning. And with that firmly in mind and to make a full circle back to the beginning of this (omg, I obviously lost grip of myself, sorry<>) longish post, I am just finishing up the tub of blueberries grandma brought me tonight. Fresh picked blueberries can soothe any pain, right? Mostly right. So I'm off with the kid sister and if someone told you there was a lot of margarita involved, don't believe them we are both lightweights. :g: (Shame on us, children of a famous brandy-producing region! :D) | ||||||||||
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August 17th, 2009
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| ...at the most inconvenient place. As usual. So the hd_holidays sign up post is a fact, and I had planned in that vague way of summer thoughts that I'd like to participate again. But. As a second timer my fic would be due Nov 15th, in the very same week when my Neurology exam will be, and Neuro *is* the hardest rotation we will have this year. (BTW, first year with rotations! I'm scared! I miss the rest of the peeps in my year already, and my twin group are horrible, I tell you, HORRIBLE. How will I survive?! :clings to friends, all in different groups:) So, um, yeah. Sign up and risk being one of those people who run and hide, or be a responsible adult (I hate that) and not sign up at all?Baby!Spark: Me wants!!! Stuff school! PretendingToBeAdult!Spark: Me wants too!!!...That is, I don't know if it's advisable, ahem. Thinky thoughts? | ||||||
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August 13th, 2009
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| It sounds ridiculous, but it's true. I returned freshly brown, though still laughably white by sea-people standards. That's what SPF 30 gets you. On the other hand, I am at least two shades blonder, and in the stark whiteness of hospital attire, sea-people standards don't really apply. :) Holidays at the seaside was ten sorts of awesome, and also terribly short, but I reckon all good things end too soon, right? Right. I had lots of (safely screened) sun, about 30 kilometres of sandy beach walks, a brand new pair of sunglasses and a glorious amount of reading. And jet-ski. And maybe perhaps a tine stolen moment of kite-surf. :grin: Back home, summer practice has swallowed me whole, even though to my utter disappointment, August is proving even slower than the July I witnessed last year. Come on people, it's a cool August! (compared to the 40 C of July, that is) No need to stop operating. Negative stuff: No patients! :cries: The calm, supportive surgeon is out because he had a baby, and I am left floating. Positive stuff: I remember suture! It's great, too :) And I get to wear my brand new scrubs. I might even post photos later on. Of course The Cute Surgeon(tm) kinda compensates for everything, even though talk about neurotics! He yells, people :laughs: Of course, the fact I am young, enthusiastic to be useful and usually doing it in all the wrong ways Like reaching sans thinking for things the orderly should bring because they are NOT STERILE, trying to turn the lamps before the operating nurse has put on the sterile handles, and errrm, reaching to steady the shaking patient with a sterile gloved hand. Possibly. :blush: But still, the fishing trips are clearly not helping his calm much. Regardless, I have not been memory-modifying the way surgeons are: CS, operating: Where are my glasses? Orderly, I need my glasses. ME: In the resting room? CS: Eh, kiddo, what have we come to. We used to search for condoms, now we search for reading glasses. ME: Well, you can always find the condoms after you've found the glasses. Assistant surgeon: :snorfle: Also, today I stitched up an ex-classmate's hernia cut. Let me enter a shallow-friendly space and say omfg beautifully hung? Ooops. :g: Not all that doctorly impassive yet, I'm afraid. It might have something to do with the way the operating green makes Cute Surgeon's eyes a sparkling turquoise? | ||||||||
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July 21st, 2009
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| I woke up this morning, desperately wanting to read a story. Which I don't remember the author of, nor the title, nor where I've read it. :facepalm: I miss the times when I could save everything I read and know where to find it at any given time. What I DO remember, though, is that it was MPreg (I know! It's not like I've read a thousand of those!) with Draco being pregnant and confined to bed rest. Anyone any ideas what the story might be? Also, I went to bed at 3, after I played my first Never Have I Ever and it was online and it was great fun! alkatrazathome was so fun and witty and thought-provoking, and saved me from yet another summer of updating flist again and again to nothing new because everyone is at con. Plus, it's comfy, homey and doesn't give you jet lag! I highly recommend it :) And there's fic! And Crack Drabbles! I laughed out loud enough to cause worried question as to my mental state. :D The Mod Squad were great and so efficient and wow! We should make this an annual tradition! :) | ||||||||||
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July 19th, 2009
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| I laboured under the vague illusion that helping my mother at work would be, you know, kinda fun. Boy, was I wrong! Firstly, it has a very distant relation to what hospital work is, in the sense that, yes, in between the fuck load of paperwork she is, indeed, expected to pay some attention the the patient. Secondly, while the current form of the National Healthcare System has existed for exactly nine years so far, the patients seem patently unaware of its details and force you to -politely, softly and very, very subtly!- fight them at every turn. Ah, and also, much as Dr. House has always tried to tell me but I sorta disbelieved deep down, patients lie ALL. THE. DAMNED. TIME. And while they are somewhat intimidated my the doctor (read: mama), they have no second thoughts about trying to boss the nurse (starring ME), trying to lead me by the nose and shamelessly twisting the facts of reality. After 12-hour workdays, and so much paperwork that my fingers cramped on the keyboard while my ass assumed the shape of the chair, I can positively say whoever came up with the reforms in the system, has obviously no understanding whatsoever what a doctor in pre-hospital care actually does. None. It baffles the mind to see in the flesh how the Healthcare fund focus on the diligently filled in paperwork and finding new ways to make it more copious and time consuming, and pay no heed noticeable to the fact that you are not, for example, manufacturing shoes or beer-bottles but, in fact, working with living breathing people who are sick and need attention and your actively engaged brain. The time a doctor spends on the patient is supposed to be marginally more than the time they spend filling in the red tape of said examination, right? WRONG. I am disappointed and tired like whoa and I really, really want to go play at Alkatraz@home but my brain says it wants me to go to sleep and never see a PC screen ever again. While I do love my country and normally try to not bash it in front of outsiders, there are times when I simply want to cry. Or have a way to say to the powers that be WTF? and be heard :/ | ||||||||||
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July 11th, 2009
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| Daniel, baby, what??? The pornish cogs in my head, after a slow day of getting the feel of movement again, went somewhat crazy :D | ||||||||||
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| General Surgery was on Wednesday, and my summer vacation has been officially on for three days now. It was a good three days too! And long. And busy. And partly drunk, mostly hysteric and most certainly sleepless. :D I loved it so much I think I might go sleepless from now on, which is saying lots, seeing as how the happiest time of my exam session was when I was asleep. In said three days I managed to fit a party that led to a 5 o'clock post-club breakfast of the famished, then a ten hour shopping spree the next day when the kid visited (got new jeans to account for it, too!), ice-cream, Transformers 2, a club visit with my ex...something at any rate, Ice Age 3 in the morning, a trip home, a restaurant with the parental body, another club visit, because, jeez, it was almost 20 club-less hours!, and then fifteen hours straight sleep. And today... today I reintroduced myself to my cute, faithful, forgotten baby laptop. Hi, sweety, hi! By mid-afternoon he was purring like the cat is after she's been watching you work, neglected, for hours and you suddenly pick her up and treat her to the mother of all belly-rubs. Hear me purring right there with him! :g: I have a pile of books waiting for me, both on the 'top and on the neat pile collected during my brief post-exam, things-to-look-forward-to trips to the book store, and see if I resurface for serious work until September! Well, except for that upcoming week when I'll work in place of my mother's vacationing nurse, but there are some things you can't change. :sigh: Also, I started my vacational reading spree by melting all over femmequixotic's newest fic, so that bodes well for the rest of it, right? Most definitely right :D You should go and check it out, too! I've started typing my new story (my god, is it new if I've spent almost nine months agonising over it?) and well, all in all, my preparations for the HP6 première in BG are going successfully so far. Not that Tom Felton is doing any harm, what with splaying himself looking well-shagged and smug about it all over my flist. Dear Tom, could you look like that in the movie? Love, ME. In the meantime, I'll be in my corner right here catching up on flist while Brammers figures out what we'll do while seemingly three-quarters of my flist are on San Francisco. | ||||||||||
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June 18th, 2009
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| If asked a month ago, I'd have said it's totally impossible to be simultaneously bored out of your mind and a shaking mess of nerves, but well, yes, you very much can, and I very much am. I'm reading with the amazing space-warping speed of a page every five minutes, which, when I informed my sister of it, made her go uh-oh. Because she has seen me breathe down my last, two-inch acquisition of Sergei Lukianenko's works in 6 hours. :hangs head: Internal Disease is very interesting and all, or at least was, until I had to sit down and prepare for an exam on it. Do real doctors still percuss patients? No, don't answer that, I still very much need to practice it, regardless of the RL truth. In other news, though, my mother is turning fifty this year. And is beginning to be ...ah, how shall I put it mildly?... depressed about the occasion. It has been a stressful year for her so far, and not very happy and she lost people she cared about deeply. And, well, much as I try, there's not really something I can do to make it go away :/ So at least for the b-day, I want to get her something pretty and meaningful, not to mention special, and it would have been great if I had any ideas. Please, guys! :makes puppy eyes: I know you have the solution to every problem! :g: Anyone any ideas? Pretty please? (Also, in concession to the fact I am progressing so slow, and ought to not even be in the same room with this laptop who robs me of all willpower, I just realised the final scene of my new fic needs a major re-write. Please, muse! Can't you visit me sometimes post-session? Once? For a change?) | ||||||||||
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June 12th, 2009
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| Mama: Your granny wants to bring breakfast tomorrow... What time should I tell her? :singsong: Eight? Seven forty-five? Me: Let me tell you, if the bell tomorrow morning rings before ten, I am going to kill everyone awake in sight. Mama: lol *** Sticky Fingers? Yeah, we are celebrating with Sticky Fingers :p In about 30 minutes. Ah, sweet. | ||||||||||
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| ...when seemingly nothing could possibly even begin to think to go wrong. :pleased: Hope never ever to see you this closely again, Pharmacology! :g: Two down, three to go! *** Me: OMG, I am going to drink so bad tonight, it isn't even true. Mama: Jeez, it's your mother you are talking to! Me: Well, you ought to know what good use I'm putting your money to. Mama: I'm truly relieved now. You've grown to be a responsible mature girl. I'm so proud. Me: Oh, come on, it's not like I'm doing it all for fun! I really need to erase some of all that stuff. I'm running out of headspace. Mama: Funny how you never need to alcohol-erase Harry Potter stuff because you are running out of headspace. Me: It's a talent. | ||||||||||
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June 8th, 2009
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| I, of course, went and voted on Sunday for the EU Parliament. Even though, seventeen people out of 700+ -geez, it's so much sway! :eyeroll: And on the other hand, with the final results out today, I am secretly relieved we don't have any more because I strongly suspect EU people will be shell-shocked at the mayhem a handful of our politicians can cause. :sigh: Foreign politics make me want to stare or sometimes laugh, but ours inevitably make me cringe and want to hide. It was 40 C today outside. My brain, frying slowly in the telephone book named pharmacology was dizzy and disorientated. ME: Come on, brain, darling, just another question. Look, it's on erectile dysfunction! :fake cheer: It's going to be so much fun, no? BRAIN: Please, please, I want to die! ME: I know, baby... :pause: :gets distracted in the text: :stares: ten minutes later BRAIN: :rolling on the floor with laughter and imagery: ME: Jeez, intrapenial injections seem a desperate method to rely on to get it up. BRAIN :supplies the following scene: A couple, kissing. SHE: Baby, I want you so much! HE: I know, sweet, me too! SHE: :moans: HE: :pulls a pre-filled Caverject syringe out of pocket: You wanna help me needle myself up? ME :dies: Talk about patient-friendly new wave approaches. :rubs face: It's amazing what things can make you laugh for ten minutes straight when the skin off your face is about to melt with unseasonal hell. | ||||||||||
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May 12th, 2009
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| The 12th graders finished school on May 8th and now, in the breathe-and-sit-your-finals gap they are out every night, screaming and counting to twelve, and it seems so long ago when we were the ones drinking the days to uni away. Sun, flowers and screaming graduates - that's the taste of coming summer. I am properly and finally terrified by my own coming finals - can you spell stop-test out? Now spell it five times. I'd like ten minutes with the moron who introduced the test into our educational system, truly. On the other hand, it all starts with pathology, and guess who scored highest on today's last colloquium? :tries to be hopeful: Pathology Assistant Prof, who I am in love with (despite the tales of terror that walk before her): When is your Path date? Me: On the second! We are the first group to sit the exam this session! You should prepare! PAP: *We* should prepare? :amused: Prepare what, our patience? ME: Well, yeah! And good mood, too :sweet: Imagine how bad you'd feel if you failed students on the first day of the session! It would set a bad start to your summer! :pretty eyes: PAP: I see. Well, I can always cheat out of exam duty and leave another to fail you! Entire group, deeply offended, gives joint silent glare. PAP: Okay, okay, maybe I'll let you scrape by. Barely. With effort. And among much commentary about the lamentable state of today's youth. Me: :amused: In other news, going to the medical fair tomorrow to shop for cute, new, possibly not outrageously expensive surgery scrubs for summer practice. Green that suits my eyes and is worn in the theatre or blue that is the typical ward rounds colour? Hm. Maybe I'll go for the cure picture-y cheer that usually Anaesthesiologists go for and annoy the Pretty Surgeon the three weeks I'll be under his tender care? (Oh MY :g:) End result tomorrow. :) | ||||||
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April 28th, 2009
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| So in between the total pathology day I had today (5 hours straight! my butt is flat as a chair from all the note-taking, and frankly, if I never hear the word tumour or see, hm, a pink cell amid pink stuff, it'd still be far too early) I did my poster presentation. It went great - after all the nervous fussing at the copy centre and the help of the lovely assistant, the talk with the assessing prof went thusly: Me: So about cannabis... Absent-minded looking prof: Hmmmm....yes...:lots of nodding:...aha... o.O What is that? Me: Well, a blunt. AMLP: A... A what? Me: :stumped: It is a picture of a rolled marijuana ciga... AMLP: I know what a blunt is and what it looks like, young lady! Me: ... Okay, I guess, then what...? AMLP: I was asking what a picture of it is doing on your pharmacology poster! Me: Well, it IS about cannabinoids. See, it says so right at the top. AMLP: Oh. Oh, yes, of course. Me: :totally serious: :not laughing at all: :really, not dying inside with a serious case of rofl: I know what a blunt is and what it looks like, young lady! :rofl: It was totally worth the 2am night. :g: | ||||||||||
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April 27th, 2009
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| ...and voila, the Fairy Godmother said after several hours of primping. :g: If someone takes special interest into the pharmacological effects and medical possibilities of your common pot, now's the time to ask. And I have to say, translating words such as high/stoned/bloodshot into medical scientific yabba-dabba almost killed me. And also, rather amusingly, Rang and Dale, and Katzung too pretty much say "don't drink alcohol, smoke pot" :amused: Me: How to say high without saying high? Sister: Into a substance-induced state of pseudo well-being? Me: o.O Sister: What, I can say big words, too. :smirks: Me: Great. Now all you have to do is supply me with the big words for 'smoke pot', 'see elves afterwards' and ... Sister: :serious: Look, it's your report, I'm not going to write it for you. FYI, the preferred method of utilisation is by means of smoke inhalation. :nods: :stretches: Do you know that the Intawebz offers you seeds 'for free' at the price of 12.95$? And also, there are so highly educational sites that it is no wonder they caught that elderly woman growing the stuff in her front yard because "I read you can sell that grass." Yep. You can. And if you have internet access you'll discover you can make a whole lot of other unimaginable things with it. | ||||||||||
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| There was a hand-written project in pharmacology this semester. The marks apparently went up on the Wall of Tears two (!!!) weeks ago, with the notice that the people with excellent marks are supposed to make a poster on their topics -- and the posters are due tomorrow. I have an excellent mark. And I haven't seen the results at all. *facepalm* There was an auditorium test a few weeks ago, and passing by the wall, I never realised they had taken those results down and put up the new ones. The place appointed for my poster is smack in the middle of the hall, just across from the office of the Head of Department. Where she can see the half-assed thing I'll turn in every time she walks out. She knows us practically by face and name :whines: :facepalm: Me: OMG, why didn't someone tell me? V: Baby girl, we pass through that hall three times a week. We thought you've seen it. Me: And if you've spent a single day with me, you should know enough to tell me anyway! V: :laughs: Me: You laugh now, but tonight, in Skype, it's you I'll be whining to! It's such a textbook perfect sunny day outside. I have a new book opened, waiting, or failing that, Internal Medicine to read for the end of semester test. ... Yes, I am procrastinating my means of whining. Why would you ask? | ||||||||||
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April 23rd, 2009
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| I think it's the unsolvable mystery of dorms everywhere why in hell the neighbours next room/above you manage to be having loud lengthy sex every single time you a) feel dissatisfied with your state of boyfriend-ness; b) have to study late in the night when the quiet will let you even guess the position or c) you are trying to fight insomnia into submission and freaking drift off. Is freaking a Brit curse or an American one? A tip for the loud sexer: Get a bed that doesn't creak for god's sake, because I swear I will come up and gut you both, oh my god. | ||||||||
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April 22nd, 2009
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| Or anyway, at least bear with me for a moment as I pretend time shifts to suit my utter disorganisation :g: Happy Easter, all! (Now three days later, can I voice my belly's horror of hard-boiled, colourful eggs and sweet bread? Seriously. It's still unclear to me why some religious traditions are as stupidly unhealthy as they are. And also addictively fun, too. Can you guess I got horrendously trashed in the egg fights? I did. The baby sister was seriously on top, as each year. Mama! Why did you make her such a little, perfect dictator? And she doesn't need egg fights for it, too :laughs softly:) We (the family unit) went (finally!!!) to hang our martenitsas in the park, before the flowering trees go out of bloom. It was fun and so bright and colourful and I did lots of pics, some of which I might post if I ever get to it, lol. And smack in the middle of the fun and nature and scent of spring, in -I kid you not- literally five minutes, the sky went slate blue, then opened and the Great Sea poured over us. I have been known to bewhine the existence of a hotel in the middle of our park but boy if I wasn't so damn -drippingly- happy to see the building! ;g: And the last of the Sunday update three days too late - F1! I love you this season so damn much! Please, interesting races, don't change! Also, Sebastian Vettel is *** Now, on the the important things of today: Tell me, flist, QAF - UK or US? | ||||||||||
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That's a spirit - one part brave, three parts fool
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