Posts tagged ‘medicine’

October 19, 2015

Budapest – Arany Sas Patikamúzeum (Golden Eagle Pharmacy Museum)

by ada

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December 6, 2014

Budapest – Semmelweis Orvostörténeti Múzeum (Semmelweis Museum of Medical History), part 2

by ada

craniotomy skull

old ampules

Egésséget 2

ammonia pura

Fabini Tofor

old glasses at Semmelweis Museum Budapest 5

old laboratory glass jar at Semmelweis Museum Budapest

house pharmacy

washing bin

ground Semmelweis Museum

old medical instruments at Semmelweis Museum Budapest 10


old med instruments 7

old medical instruments at Semmelweis Museum Budapest 1

old med instruments 9

old injection needle

old watch 3

old reanimation tools

old printing at Semmelweis Museum Budapest 2

contemporary art piece at Semmelweis Museum Budapest

December 6, 2014

Budapest – Semmelweis Orvostörténeti Múzeum (Semmelweis Museum of Medical History), part 1

by ada

Semmelweis' grave 5

Avicenna 8

Hippocrates 1

old coin at Semmelweis Museum Budapest

Semmelweis' room 8

dining room

painting at Semmelweis Múzeum Budapest 1

old pharmacy 3

old pharmacy 1

sculpture at Semmelweis Museum Budapest 2

old map at Semmelweis Múzeum Budapest

anatomy doll 5

acupuncture doll at Semmelweis Museum Budapest

Chinese pill box at Semmelweis Museum Budapest 3

Chinese drawing

small hand

Semmelweis Museum Budapest

Semmelweis Múzeum 8

wax doll at Semmelweis Museum Budapest 4

anatomy wax doll Semmelweis Museum Budapest 11

December 3, 2014

a matter of concentration

by ada

old med instruments

old med instruments 3

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July 21, 2014

Budapest – Kresz Géza Mentőmúzeum (Museum of the Hungarian Emergency Medical Services/Paramedics)

by ada

wounded soldier Metőmúzeum 5

old paramedics clothes

mentőmúzeum paramedics bag

Rácz Sámuel 1

old photo 1

paramedic museum modell cars

old paramedic suitcases

Mentőmúzeum 4

Mentőmúzeum 12

old infusion bottles

old paramedics instruments 1

Mentőmúzeum old medicine

needles 1

Iron lung Mentőmúzeum

old defibrillator

old paramedic reanimation kit

old Socialist paramedics hat

old Socialist paramedics badge

Mentőmúzeum phones

paramedics board Mentőmúzeum

Ambu Mentőmúzeum

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Mentőmúzeum 7

December 29, 2012


by ada

I started the day at my father’s hospital, asking doctors rhetorical questions like where do you think we are, in the film The Cuckoo’s Nest?*; continued running amok to catch my train, travelled six hours back to Salzburg and arrived with an only 30 minutes delay to my twelve-hours-long night-shift. This is my personally developed guide on how to live on 24 hours a day.

* no, it’s not a psychiatry ward for ordinary criminals but it could easily be mistaken for it if it comes to the attitude of the personal. Their main policy is: your patient is your enemy. My relationship with them is now the following: I hate them and they hate me. I spent the last 10 days with throwing tantrums daily and accusing nurses and doctors with dilettantism and murder. None of them will ever know that I’m a genuinely nice person who was brought up to be polite and forthcoming even with her own killers.


November 27, 2012


by ada

Emptying my pocket in the evening. Today I managed not to take home with me the a) master key b) thermometer c) duty phone d) schedule 1 narcotics; so I’m free to go to sleep in peace, and that’s exactly what I will do in five minutes.

November 12, 2012


by ada

First I discovered that my patient cut the tubing of his Foley-catheter through and the balloon was still inside.

Then, when I was leisurely changing a decubitus dressing just 30 minutes before the end of my shift, my boss asked me to fill out a preoperative questionnaire for another patient. This simple act required an hour of hysterical flipping-through about 200 pages of documentation searching for hidden information like cerebral episodes that happened 32 years ago and old laboratory values nobody will ever need because they do a new test anyway.

On my way home I met an excited group of people running up and down the corridors, searching for signs of how God literally heals people in the 21st Century.

Except of these special moments, the day was quite peaceful, with the usual blood sugar crises, blood pressure crises, violent combats between distinguished old ladies and the continually presence of various sorts of body fluids in overflowing quantity, literally everywhere.

I managed to take the usual dinner photo before passing out.

October 30, 2012


by ada

Cute little pill I had to administer today. 

October 23, 2012


by ada

Today we had CPR-refreshing training, which is obligatory every two years. I badly needed it, I guess. Last time I resuscitated someone we still used 4:1 ratio and tracheal tubes with balloon after checking carotid pulse. How time flies.

October 12, 2012


by ada

Reading Leonardo.

September 20, 2012


by ada

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 16, 2012


by ada

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 9, 2012


by ada

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.

July 14, 2012


by ada

On days like today, when it rains so hopelessly and desperately that I feel like it’s last summer again, I need a double dose of 5-HTP to stay sane, haha. These are my vitamins, minerals and fish oil capsules that keep me off of SSRI-s, à la Michael Ellsberg. Together with a low carb paleo-style diet they work quite decently. I wish people would stop speaking about soul and lack of willpower and weak personality where clinical depression is concerned. I wish people were just a bit more educated and a bit less stupid. Dealing with clinical depression is hard enough, there is really no need for treating us badly just because we are unlucky enough to have it.

June 23, 2012


by ada

There are several ways to make thirteen hours long shifts more bearable. One of them is eating homemade apfelstrudel with heavy cream together with colleagues. Another one is eating heart-shaped chocolate bonbons while checking the drug list.

May 24, 2012


by ada

Another work day. I don’t know for how long yet, but for the moment that’s my everyday life.


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