I spent the biggest part of February with being sick with different versions of the flu. After being in denial for weeks about my inability to cope with it while working 12 hours a day, it escalated into a sick leave and taking antibiotics.
Milo turned two, which we celebrated with a ladybird cake:
I completed my first month on the cardiology ICU as part of the CPR team. The transition from a Hungarian ICU to an Austrian one is tough, and it isn’t going as smooth as I’ve expected. So I went and listened to some lectures at the Wiener Intensivmedizinische Tage to make myself feel better about my own choices:
I also took some walks with the same purpose…
…and finally started to feel at home in Vienna. I do still miss Salzburg, though.
After a more than ten years long hiatus, I revisited the Jewish Museum.
I spent another few days at home in Budapest and bought two mini skateboards for Milo and Móricka, which they decided to use in a rather unconventional way:
I saw the first snowdrops of 2015:
Finally, on the last day of February I went to see
pretty sparkly stones minerals and fossils at the Spring Fair of the Mineralium Wien:
I may reevaluate my 2015 reading goals to prevent failure. My new goal shall be: one book per month. Bonus point if it’s more and/or it isn’t a detective story.
In January I…
…travelled back to Vienna after Christmas break,
…still had (umm, still have) Christmas decoration up,
…was exhausted most of the time, and spent the majority of my days off at home, wearing knitted cat slippers (because in my heart I’m still three and a half years old),
…ate lots of red and orange food (and lots of junk food too, which is not pictured here because I am pretentious),
…bought fresh flowers for the first time in like, two years (my life is clearly not the same instagram-worthy bliss of twee perfection everyone else seems to experience lately),
…took (a very few) walks in my neighbourhood,
…photographed some butterflies (living ones, this time),
…got this pear from my patient, an elderly Bosnian lady. She assured me that I can safely eat it, because “it’s halal”. I have a deep respect for people who are committed to a certain way of life because of their faith. Maybe because the only thing concerning religion I really believe in is that it does not matter at all.
…completed my two months long rotation on the cardiology ward and started my next rotation period of code duty, on the ICU,
…climbed all the 343 stairs to the top of the Stephansdom. This experience made me recognise the sad fact, that the last time I was fit for life, was the day I gave up getting tennis lessons five times a week (at the age of seventeen. A long, long time ago it was, a dreary time it is),
…and looked over
the freshly renovated roofs of the Stephanskirche Vienna.