Archive for September, 2012

September 30, 2012

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Buying train ticket.

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September 29, 2012

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Móricka, practising macho face expression.

September 28, 2012

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Street graffiti.

September 27, 2012

365/271+bonus

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Living in the hills of Buda, where I was grown up, goes with a completely different lifestyle than living in Pest does. Every time I walk through the inner city, I feel like a tourist. Everything is strange, practical and romantically run-down.

September 26, 2012

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The Cat, looking annoyed from being photographed.

September 25, 2012

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Crossing the border.

September 24, 2012

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Móricka meets the first dog of his life.

September 23, 2012

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Changing trains at Wien Westbahnhof.

September 22, 2012

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I spent my lunch break at the flea market of the Franciscan Community (I tend to spend my lunch breaks at flea markets lately). Unfortunately it was held so far away from my workplace that I only had ten minutes to spend there, and soon I had to leave to pick up my shift. Ten minutes were only enough to race through the book section, buy 7 books and feel miserable that I didn’t have the time for examining all the shelves.

September 21, 2012

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Only 100 days to go yet, I’m a hero!

I spent my lunch break at the flea market of a nearby parish. It wasn’t open to the public yet, but they let me in, because I look nice :o) Guess what I bought. Books. Of course. I shot this picture in the church garden, it was an amazing sight, a bush full of purple flowers and at least two butterflies munching on each of it. We just stood there with the priest and photographed hysterically. I wish I could afford a real camera. Life can really be so beautiful sometimes.

September 20, 2012

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All I could think of today was, if my back pain continues to influence my life the way it did during the past eleven days, I have to look for another, physically less exhausting job* very urgently.

*Don’t let the photo fool you. Sorting out drugs for hours is not the most exhausting part of nursing. There are many things I just don’t tell you about, haha.

September 19, 2012

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Coming home in the evening after having a free day. Since I moved in under the dementia ward, I feel like Jane Eyre or some other poor 19th century live-in governess. Or, as my coworker (and neighbour) calls it, a modern slave. Living at your workplace is really very practical and comfortable, but I just long for some distance from all this illness and misery so very badly sometimes.

September 19, 2012

per te lasciai la luce

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September 19, 2012

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Present I got from one of my patients. Quite a change in style after a decade of children drawn pictures I used to receive as everybody’s favourite babysitter.

September 17, 2012

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Home flavours, got from my Hungarian colleague. We are an international team wich contains nurses mostly from the Eastern Block: Serbia, Slovakia, Poland, Russia and Hungary, but there are also a few Austrians (the minority, haha) and a Filipino.

September 17, 2012

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I rarely eat fruits – fructose is my enemy – but I just get this desire to bite into something juicy and fresh and sweet sometimes.

September 16, 2012

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Mary of the highways.

September 16, 2012

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Maybe it’s not that adequate, posting a photo of my work for today, because although I had another thirteen-hours long workday, I spent it mostly outside of the building with activities like visiting my GP, getting electrotherapy and having lunch break.

September 16, 2012

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Meet Herbert von Karajan.

September 16, 2012

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Getting physiotherapy. It didn’t help a bit.

September 15, 2012

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Today with a coworker of mine we visited the catacombs of the St. Peter cemetery.

September 15, 2012

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If you work as a nurse you learn to separate your life and that of your patients. I have seen so many agonies and deaths already, that I can’t even remember all of them.

September 15, 2012

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For today I planned to visit the Fuschlsee but I felt so ill that I stayed home instead, reading Camilleri and cooking chicken soup, the obligatory health food and cure for all existential misery. Not that chicken soup makes back pain any better (not that anything makes it any better), but let’s pretend life does have any meaning.

September 15, 2012

Linz – part 2

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September 15, 2012

Linz – part 1

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September 9, 2012

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Apart from the pain in my lower back which makes me consider suicide about fifty times a day I feel quite okay so I’m trying to make the best out of this sick leave. Today I made an afternoon trip to Linz.

September 9, 2012

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Some living street art.

September 9, 2012

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Curtains I got from one of my coworkers. A bit of a dull theme, but the other option for today’s photo would be the ultrasound picture of my left kidney, and, even if I’m sharing my whole life with The Whole World through this tiny real-life blog, I still do have some sense of privacy. I spare you the sight of my inner organs.

September 9, 2012

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While being sick on one hand means having complications, otherwise it means also freedom. I finally do have time to live.

September 9, 2012

365/248

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That’s how the anatomy of my lower back looks like. Ideas for diagnosis and therapy are welcome. And yes, I’m aware of the fact that I have one more lumbar vertebra than normal people are supposed to have. I also have a spare flying rib that you can’t see on the picture. I’m not the least bothered by this fact. I’m originated from a nation whose ancient religion is based on the belief that having extra bones means having bonus points by the Gods and Spirits. I was born to be a shaman and I’m proud of it.

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