Posts tagged ‘nursing’

May 20, 2016

conversations with my coworkers – part 8

by ada

At my current workplace I don’t really get a lot of opportunities to make mindful conversations with my coworkers (they prefer not to talk to me), but on the rare occasions they forget about the main policy* of the Austrian working and lower middle class**, there are chances our small talk session turns out to be quite memorable.

* Don’t Talk To Strangers! They Are Evil, Stupid And Dangerous!

**and, most likely, the aristocracy. (Un)fortunately, I have exactly zero experience with Austrian nobility, so I can’t really tell about this one

1.)

coworker: – Are you the only child of your parents?

me: – I have a sister.

coworker: – Does she have children?

me: – She has two sons.

coworker: – Well, it’s your turn now!

me: – ???

coworker: – Go on! Start to have babies!

me: – ???!!!

coworker: – Your sister has already made it. Now it’s your turn.

me: – Why should I copy every decision of my sister? What if she jumps out of the window? Should I jump too?

2.)

coworker: (shows embarrassing lack of knowledge about world history)

me: – Don’t you learn this stuff in school?

coworker: – No, we only learn about Austrian history.

me (incredulously): – What’s about the Soviet Union? The American Civil War? The French Revolution?

coworker: – We only learn about Austria.

me:  – That can’t be true. Please tell me it isn’t.

coworker (trying hard to come up with something): – Hitler got mentioned though.

me: – That’s reassuring.

(Hitler was born in Austria. Maybe that’s how he made it into the curriculum.)

3.)

coworker: – There is a good ice cream parlour in Grein.

me: – Oh, Grein, isn’t it that place with that historical theatre?

coworker: – I don’t know. I only go to Grein to get ice cream.

me: – It’s the oldest theater in Austria still in use…

coworker: – You can also have schnitzel with fries…

me: – …it’s more than two hundred years old…

coworker: – …and tafelspitz…

me: – …and is completely preserved in its original state…

coworker: – …quite expensive though…

me: – …prisoners were also allowed to visit it…

coworker: – …but you get a lot of food for your money, so it’s a good deal.

me: – …and you could even watch the performance while sitting on the toilet!

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March 14, 2016

stranger in a strange land

by ada

People who talk to me at work:

  • the cleaning lady from Bosnia-Herzegovina
  • the cleaning lady from Macedonia
  • the kitchen helper from Tibet
  • the nursing assistant from Congo
  • the nursing assistant from Turkey (although she’s no longer there)
  • the nurse anaesthetist from the Czech Republic (she’s on a sick leave since months)
  • the OR nurse from the Czech Republic
  • the OR nurse from Romania
  • the Polish doctor

People who don’t talk to me at work:

  • the remaining 9 Austrian cleaning ladies
  • the remaining 53 Austrian nurses
  • the remaining 25 Austrian doctors

I might open a new subcategory betitled “conversations that never happened”.

September 23, 2015

May recap

by ada

Although I have extreme difficulties to recall anything that happened to me four months ago, because my life feels completely different now than it did in May, I still haven’t given up on getting back to blogging regularly. Hope is the thing with feathers, you know.

So, according to my memory card, in May I…

…took the elevator to the top of the Stephansdom to visit Austria’s biggest church bell, the Pummerin…

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…went to see the castle of Liechtenstein:

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…walked in the footsteps of Constanze Mozart in the Kurgarten of Baden (where she fled every time she didn’t want to perform her SAHM duties):

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…celebrated the end of the war that killed six million people:

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…visited Milo and Móricka:

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…had the first campfire of the season (which turned out to be an extraordinarily stressful family affair, but that’s what you get with two toddlers around a fire, I guess):

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…travelled back to Vienna…

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…to enjoy the sunshine…

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…and to have fun:

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…had the first ice coffee of the year (with an ex-coworker, who came to visit me for a day from Linz):

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…admired sea animals:

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…gave a concert with the choir of the hospital:

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…spent a lot of time in good company museums:

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…saw lots of fellow nurses lying on the pavement of the Mariahilfer  Straße in the hope of more money a better future…

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…which the next generation also seems to be genuinly interested in:

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…visited a lot of churches…

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…walked home in the Viennese dawn after playing the recorder at the Taizé prayer until 4.30 am:

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…spent my last day working in this hospital (I have told you: I love to quit jobs):

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On the last evening of May, while biking through the Hofburg from my soon-to-be apartement to my old place, I finally became perfectly content with living in Vienna. Little did I know that if you happen to have run into the most unreliable real estate agent of the whole city, a single day is all it takes for everything to change. But it is another story, the story of my June, which I will share in the unforeseeable future soon.

March 1, 2015

February recap

by ada

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.

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Milo turned two, which we celebrated with a ladybird cake:

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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:

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I also took some walks with the same purpose…

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…and finally started to feel at home in Vienna. I do still miss Salzburg, though.

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After a more than ten years long hiatus, I revisited the Jewish Museum.

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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:

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I saw the first snowdrops of 2015:

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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:

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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

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old med instruments 7

old medical instruments at Semmelweis Museum Budapest 1

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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

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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

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October 3, 2014

things that make me happy

by ada

1. Other people’s cars.

Ferrari horse

2. Random fireworks I saw from the  balcony the other day.

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3. My ladybird earrings. They aren’t new, but I find myself wearing them every day lately.

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4. Sea salt chocolate made in Piran.

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5. Books from an English bookstore in Ljubljana. I’ve already finished the two Mma Ramotswe stories but haven’t started The Cuckoo’s Calling yet.

Ljubljana books

6. Speaking of books: new bookshelves. This is a never-ending battle between me and my books in which I’m still on the losing side.

shelves

7. Mini bottles of nail polish, bought in Maribor. I’ve never really gotten behind the ways nail polish rules the emotional life of women but Hungarian Health Care System is a weird, cruel place and I – being emotionally not exactly the toughest lately – need every bit of glittery distraction I can get to survive it.

nail polish

8. That my time in Hungarian Health Care System is almost over. Only eleven more exams to go and I’m free to choose my own path again.

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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

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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

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December 31, 2013

the year is going, let him go

by ada

2013 wasn’t exactly a bad year for me but it wasn’t a good one either. It was like just milling around, one step forward two steps back while nothing really makes sense and nothing ever happens. I’m quite relieved that this year is finally over. Yay 2014!

In contrast to last year this time I have numerous New Year’s Resolutions. Most of them are private, that I won’t discuss here. My resolutions regarding this blog are to

  1. be more personal. At some point along my way through 2013 this blog stopped being my personal diary and became a travel blog or rather a backup place where I uploaded some of the halfway acceptable photos I took of buildings. Which is fine too, I guess, but becoming so neutral was never my intention.
  2. post less and select and sort out my photos more strictly. Sometimes I really envy those beautiful, artistic photo blogs with simple designs and meaningful pictures and I have to remind myself that the purpose of my blog is not to cause visual joy to anybody out there but to collect and save my memories. Crappy pictures for crappy memories. Haha.
  3. improve my photography. Because even if this place most likely will never evolve into a beautiful, artistic photo blog, I still want to learn how to make my indoor pictures less blurry.
  4. write more about music. I totally get that nobody likes my music posts but me, haha, but hey, it’s my blog where I do as I please. And I don’t want to completely forget the person I was before the depression. That nice and intelligent person that had opinions and knowledge and was talented and her life wasn’t centered around iv pumps and artificial hearts. Not that there is anything wrong with artificial hearts.

So let’s remember some of the nice and/or important things I did or that happened in 2013:

I started the year with fireworks in Salzburg.

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Milo was born shortly after that.

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Spring was beautiful (when it wasn’t raining).

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I visited 30 cities in 6 different countries during the year (I don’t count Salzburg and Budapest where I actually live and not just visit). My favourite places were rainy Venice…

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…and the beautiful synagogue of Třebíč.

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 I also paid a visit to the Dachau Concentration Camp.

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I hiked mountains…

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… got wet by waterfalls…

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…took boats to reach islands…

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…and cable cars to reach peaks.

Untersberg cable car

After a more than twenty years long hiatus I actually made two zoo visits this year. A trend I definitely want to continue.

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I became an expert in mountain cemetery art…

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…and in carillon mechanics.

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I celebrated the opening of the Salzburger Festspiele…

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…documented folk festivals…

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…and politically critical art exhibitions.

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I bought my first DSLR. Technically spoken, it’s an SLT, but honestly, for me the definition doesn’t make any difference. I am not entirely happy with it, maybe it’s the kit lens and its huge barrel distortion and poor focusing skills; but it’s nice to have control over my choices. Unfortunately, I don’t really have any control over anything yet, so a lot of blurry, over or underexposed, out of focus photos are to come till I learn how to handle it properly. Don’t be too hard on me if I post the sixty-fourth slightly washed-out picture of the same blurred flower or distorted building. I also try not to over-edit my photos in order to make them less painful but it’s hard, really hard.

I also let my hair cut, after wearing it long for about ten years. This decision didn’t make me more beautiful (I still haven’t found out what makes me more beautiful, haha) but man, does it feel good to have it short! On my Good Hair Days I look like Dora The Explorer. On my Bad Hair Days… Oh well. On my Bad Hair Days I look a lot like Pumuckl. I usually have Bad Hair Days (not that this makes any difference). (Also, you’re welcome for my precious self-portrait, displayed in the true manner of the Mysterious Blogger’s Awkward Bedroom Mirror Selfie. At least it isn’t a Common Restroom Mirror Selfie entitled “what I wore today”. And you really can’t claim that I’d overflow this blog with my own self-portraits).

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In 2013 I also quit my job (twice) and moved (twice). I see a certain pattern here, haha. I guess I’m addicted to this feeling of freedom that comes with quitting jobs.

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I left Salzburg…

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…and moved back to Budapest for a while.

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I started a course to specialize in Critical Care Nursing and Anaesthesiology, mostly because I missed using my brain and was so bored with the job they call nursing in Austria. Hungarian Health Care System has its (major? giant? monumental?) flaws but at least it isn’t boring for all that take actively part in it. Stressful? Yes. Boring? No.

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I also had some family time with relatives I haven’t seen in two years…

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…and went a bit heavy on Christmas markets to overcompensate last year’s complete lack of festive feelings.

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At the end of the year Móricka turned two. He celebrated with smashing his cake to the floor. Unintentionally, of course.

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So this was (the nicer part of) my 2013. Let’s move on, please?

July 10, 2013

conversations with my coworkers – part 7

by ada

(Because sometimes the one without brains is me).

We are sitting in the nurses’ room, suffering from the usual workday afternoon energy level crash after 8 hours of constant stress and running-around and still 5 hours to go.

coworker: Wow. We have ecological dishwasher.

me: What is a co-logical dishwasher?

coworker: Ecological.

me: Oncological?! Extra for the needs of cancer patients?

coworker: ECOLOGICAL!

me: Oh. Do we have some more coffee?

June 30, 2013

and the affairs of June

by ada

Another month of six books. I’m sort of proud of myself even if it’s actually pretty ridiculous*.

While observing this photo, you may think that I’m

a) unusually fond of Håkan Nesser, which I’m actually not. I found these books in the cellar of my previous workplace.

b) unusually fond of Andrea Camilleri, which I am, even if I hate his detective, Montalbano’s habit of eating snails and seafood all the time. I’m no seafood person, that’s the truth.

*I really wonder how did I manage over a hundred books yearly during my university times, besides working (a lot), researching my (unfinished) master thesis on a daily basis and practising three instruments (not as much as I should have, ehem, but playing instruments is pretty time-consuming anyway). I once was a clever person with an existing intellectual life. Now, only one and a half year later, the biggest intellectual challenge in my life is to remember the generic substitutes of drugs we don’t have at hand.**

**Oh, sorry. The biggest intellectual challenge in my life is to open the Austria Codex program on the computer and search it for generic substitutes, haha.

June readings

April 28, 2013

all things must pass

by ada

Last day at my workplace. I received some unexpected kindness from my coworkers (and some unexpected rudeness from my boss as well). I’ve already got another offer which I turned down because even if it was on another ward and paid better, it was the same job I’ve just quit because of the reason that it didn’t feel right for me. So I just decided to have some time off and see how things work out. It’s nice to be unemployed again, it feels so safe and comforting, haha.

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March 22, 2013

Despereaux Jr.

by ada

Meet Despereaux Junior. We found him on the first floor nurses room terrace, suffering from severe hypothermia. We put him in a sterile urine container padded with gauze sheets and I took him home with me. He got a dinner of cucumbers, parrot seeds and some aged grana padano cheese I brought home from Venice. My coworker also donated some milk for him. When the temperature finally gets above zero I will reintroduce him to the big wild world. If we are stuck in the Ice Age forever as it seriously seems to be the case, he will grow up to be a domesticated mouse and will eat aged cheese on every day of his tiny life.

despereaux jr

March 4, 2013

conversations with my coworkers – part 5

by ada

Neighbouring ward at 3.30 am. I’m helping out the night shift nurse, a tough German guy with a slight air of brutality around him.

me (trying to do some small talk): So, and how it is in Germany? Who does the washing, dayshift or nightshift?

coworker: You are not allowed to wash patients during the night! It’s against the laws!

me: What laws?

coworker: The sleeping laws! (Opens the door of a room with a crash and turns the lights on. All the three patients in the room wake up with startled expression on their face.)

me: (confused): Well, in Hungary we do wash them during the night, because during the day you really lack the time for it.

coworker (slams the door. All the doors on the ward resonate. The three patients look like they had received a shock): But you are in the EU! Report them!

me (amused): EU? Hahaha! It’s Hungary, man, it’s not the EU! Whom should I report anyway? The whole Hungarian Health Care System? To whom?

coworker (gets really excited): Patients have the right to sleep! (Hearing this, the three patients try to hide under their blankets.)

me (trying to get him calm down while hearing other patients wake up in the neighbouring rooms): Okay, okay, they do, they do.

coworker (starts to shout very loud while tearing brutally the blanket off one of the patients): THEY HAVE THE RIGHT TO SLEEP! THEY CAN REPORT YOU IF YOU WAKE THEM UP!

me (cautiously): Well, you are waking them up right now.

coworker (yells at the totally terrified patient who tries to get his blanket back): DON’T MOVE! (turns to me) I NEVER WAKE ANYBODY UP!

me: What if we just do the job quickly and then I just go back to my own ward?

January 22, 2013

conversations with my coworkers – part 4

by ada

Three weeks ago:

coworker1 (calling me exactly 20 minutes before the beginning of her day shift): I’m sorry but I can’t work today, I feel so sick, I’m staying at home today.

me: Oh, you poor one! It’s okay, don’t worry, we will find somebody instead of you, just take care of yourself and get better!

Two weeks ago:

coworker2 (addresses me in the middle of his day shift): I’m going home now, I feel sick, I can’t work anymore today.

me: Oh, you poor one! It’s okay, don’t worry, we will find somebody instead of you, just take care of yourself and get better!

Yesterday:

me (calling the nurse on duty on the previous day of my day shift, giving exactly thirteen hours for her to find somebody to work instead of me): I’m sorry I’m sick so I can’t come tomorrow.

coworker3: Oh no! How will I find somebody else? Why do you call me so late? Why didn’t you told me that already yesterday?

me: Well, yesterday I still felt fine.

coworker3: Can’t you really come tomorrow?

me: I’m sorry but I’m throwing up all the time, I don’t think I’ll manage to work thirteen hours in this condition…

coworker3: How long will you be sick?

me: I really don’t know, sorry…

coworker3: But you sure come on Wednesday?

me: I don’t know…

coworker3: On Thursday? On Friday?

me: I will try to do my best not to throw up on Friday…

coworker3 (in a plaintive manner): What shall I do now? How shall I find someone instead of you? How long will you be sick? Why didn’t you call me earlier?

me (already pretty nervous and wondering about this interesting phenomenon of the complete lack of empathy in health care professionals): I’m soooo sorry for not getting sick one day earlier!

January 8, 2013

conversations with my coworkers – part 3

by ada

Scene: meeting for administrative education purposes (I don’t know how is it at your workplace but I spend more time with meetings, evaluations, charting, and counting narcotics than with patients).

coach (explaining how to interpret the small numbers written on the duty schedule): If you are assigned to work 165 hours but you actually work 167 hours, how many excess hours do you have?

coworker1: three!

coworker2: four!

coworker3: two and a half!

coworker4: zero!

coach: two. And if you are assigned to work 167 hours but you actually work only 165 hours, how many excess hours do you have?

coworker1+2+3: two!

coworker4: zero!

couch (with a hopeless sigh): negative two.

(I, the firstborn daughter of a mathematician father, the girl who spent her early childhood with reading books about the wonders of numbers, written by Soviet scientists for educational purposes; spent the two hours of the meeting wordless, dreaming about freedom and a nicer future.)

December 31, 2012

365/348

by ada

I spent the last day of 2012 with working thirteen hours, and exactly so will I spend the first day of 2013. The new year doesn’t seem to bring a significant change in my lifestyle.

Sorry for the even-poorer-than-usual quality of the photo – I made it with my phone while drinking champagne.

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December 30, 2012

365/346

by ada

I don’t know how did I deserve it but I had three extremely relatively nice and peaceful night shifts in a row.* That’s what I call an unearned present.

So I will now put my feet up for an hour, drink a coffee, listen to this song and imagine that I’m there.

* well, so far, at least. I still have 5 hours to go until the end of my shift and in this business of nursing you never know what is yet to come.

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December 29, 2012

365/345

by ada

I haven’t done night shifts in the last eight years so I totally forgot how nice the feeling is when you are alone in the middle of the night, everybody is well and asleep, peace guides the planet and love steers the stars.

P.S.: I didn’t even finish writing down this sentence when the ambulance team of the Red Cross unexpectedly showed up at the door, exactly at 1.30 am. That’s also a feeling I totally forgot.

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December 21, 2012

365/337

by ada

During the past three weeks I paused this project due to the sudden, very serious illness of my father. Neither did I have time for photography nor did I feel appropriate taking photos of my workday dinner plates while having so much other things to worry about. Now things seem to stabilize a bit and I’m sort of back in my regular life and to this project.

I planned to write about our infamous health care system and about how fragile and vulnerable you get at the moment you are put at the mercy of our health care professionals but really, it just has no sense at all. While it’s definitely not okay and makes me a very bad conscience, at this moment all I feel about Hungary is shame. I look at our politics, the way people interact each other, their mentality and its impact on everyday life and I feel shame for being Hungarian. And I look at the nurses in our hospitals, the lack of their professional knowledge, the way they communicate with patients and take care of them (or, actually the way they don’t take care of them), and I feel shame for being a nurse, I feel shame for ever having been part of this ridiculous game called Hungarian Health Care System.

I surely am pretty irritated right now and there surely are exceptions, of course. It’s just like I’d have lost the last of my illusions and the hope that things can ever get better in this country of corruption and desperation.

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November 30, 2012

365/335

by ada

First Christmas cookies of the season, produced by some overly active patients of ours.

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November 29, 2012

365/334

by ada

Making Christmas ornaments for the ward with coworkers. Poor patients were already forced to bind Advent wreaths a few days earlier. Tomorrow we will bake Christmas cookies. I’m being continuously blackmailed every day to play Christmas songs on the recorder, accompanied by our social assistant playing the guitar (I’m still heroically resisting the pressure).

 

November 27, 2012

365/332

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 24, 2012

365/329+bonus

by ada

I had free today, which meant that I spent my afternoon at the station teaching my coworker about how to use the nursing program on the computer. I’m definitely gifted with some teaching skills, more, at the university I was famous of being born to be a teacher but today I was just in no mood for spending one and a half hour with something I could accomplish in 30 minutes if doing it alone. I’m out of practice, I guess.

And some obligatory autumn leaves.

November 16, 2012

365/321+bonus

by ada

The annual nursing ball.

November 12, 2012

365/316

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.

November 8, 2012

365/313

by ada

Is it only me who thinks that right after finally finishing my thirteen-hours long shift, an obligatory 90-minutes workshop about the health care management projects of the year 2015* is totally cruel and unfair?

Sorry for the terrible photo, but well, you know how it is. I just got brainwashed by people in black suits lecturing on management project structures in German language**; all this after changing colostomy bags full of sh*t thirteen hours long. I don’t even know anymore what button to push to produce a photo.

* 2015! not this year or next year, no, 2015! I don’t know where will I be in the year 2015 but definitely not here

** I tell you, everything sounds twice so complicated if told in German. They are just crazy for words that have at least eleven syllables***

*** I have a pretty good German, but there comes a point when nothing makes sense anymore

November 7, 2012

conversations with my coworkers – part 2

by ada

coworker1: Why don’t you eat bread?

me: Because gluten erases intestinal villi made of epithelial cells and makes the gut wall permeable, causes a leaky gut syndrome and increases inflammation levels. All that leads to diseases based on the failure of the immune system and on an autoimmune response.

coworker1 (looks perplexed)

coworker2: Gluten is healthy.

me: No, it isn’t. As it was pointed out in several studies…

coworker2 (interrupting my words): Gluten is healthy. I saw a dietitian speaking about it on TV yesterday.

me: Oh well. You know how it is with dietitians…

coworker2: It is true, because it was on TV.

me (looking perplexed and having dark thoughts about the present state of education for health care professionals and the future of the human race): Oh well. Forget it. I don’t eat bread because I want to lose weight.

November 7, 2012

conversations with my coworkers – part 1

by ada

me: I wanted to visit Prague for a few days but our boss changed the schedule chart on a short notice so I can’t get away this weekend. Next time.

coworker: But… why?

me: What why?

coworker: Why did you want to go to Prague?

me: Because I haven’t been there yet and it is told to be a beautiful city.

coworker: But… why go there?

me: I like discovering new places.

coworker: But… why don’t you just stay at home?

me: Oh, well. Forget it.

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