I just realised something..
My theory about USA and CIA being the bad guys here, might not be as far fetched as i initially imagined ;)
This whole chain of "earthquakes" is brought on by the financial crisis and USA's construction industry.
They arrange for loads of buildings to be torn down (as a quake of 8,8 would tend to do), as to be able to offer loads of cheap premade houses.
As construction industry would start bringing in money, the banks would be able to lend out money again ( I think, I'm a med student, not an economist) and in that way strengthen the dollar.
Consequently, USA will not only be richer, but also "own" loads of countries.
Initially, the plan really was Cuba, as most american politicians have been aching to take control of it for at least the past 20 years or so.
However,a badly written 7 was turned into a 1 and they hit Haiti instead.
Didn't anybody notice how fast they were in offering their "services" ?
The plan is to make these quakes until they hit Cuba.
Part of the reasons for the misses aren't just bad number, but also because it's based on technology stolen from China last year, which really was developed by the mafia in Hong Kong to presicion- demolish opponent's buildings..
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Earthquakes and conspiracies
I have been slightly too preoccupied with feeling sorry for myself the last couple of days, and I didn't realise that another of nature's sinister inventions unfortunately has taken places. I am of course talking about the earthquake i Chile and the subsequent danger of tsunamis in the whole pacific.
This far, it seems that the tsunamis have been confined to forceful waves of not to extreme height.
Even though lack of tsunamis, the extent of this disaster is humongous, and my thoughts go to those affected..
Not to be bizarre, but 2 earthquakes of this size, so close in time and place could give rise to quite a few conspiracy theories.
For example, I bet that there are those out there who swear that this is brought on by the USA as a step in their evil plan to gain world dominion. Of course this task was carried out by the CIA, as to make everyone think it was just nature playing trick again.
Others, I'm sure, will take this as a sign that the end is nigh and that these are all signs that world will go under. Or maybe that the multiple tsunamis are just a foretaste of "The great flood". I wonder what they make of the abundant tsunami-warnings?
I stick to the boring scientific theory, that there're some movements in the crust, and that stuff like this happens whether we like it or not.
Still, i think its fun to play with theories of conspiracy theories.
Here's a favourite:
On other news, I was finally let out of the hospital this evening. Of course, it had to happen, as nobody brought me those easter eggs. Apparently my wellbeing isn't really important for anyone :P
Its a wonderful feeling, knowing that I wont wake up to get injections in my back, have to get infusions and new cannulas. Im just savouring every moment and really hope that i won't have to go back.
I realise now, that in addition to being sad because of the pain, what annoyed me the most must be the "room-mates".
I was allowed going outside for a couple of hours today too, and really enjoyed it. My good friend Anniken came and picked me up from the ward, and we had coffee for 3 good hrs. (Luckily it was decaf).
Later, i realised that my canula had to come out, as the whole area around it had turned blue and was quite tender.
When I got back to the ward, the "roomies" discovered my missing canula at once, and also made sure to inform the nurse that i hadn't got my injections for the evening. Neither had i been eating as they could observe, so the list of their report to the nurse was LONG :P
It was at that point i decided that I had to go home. I know, being a med student, I know, I should be the first one to realise the importance of finishing a hospital stay the right way.
However, I don't feel like i have done something, the doctor was nice and said yes to my request to go home without much ado. Only thing was that i had to promise to go see the neurologist tomorrow morning, and I have no problems doing that :)
Good night!
This far, it seems that the tsunamis have been confined to forceful waves of not to extreme height.
Even though lack of tsunamis, the extent of this disaster is humongous, and my thoughts go to those affected..
Not to be bizarre, but 2 earthquakes of this size, so close in time and place could give rise to quite a few conspiracy theories.
For example, I bet that there are those out there who swear that this is brought on by the USA as a step in their evil plan to gain world dominion. Of course this task was carried out by the CIA, as to make everyone think it was just nature playing trick again.
Others, I'm sure, will take this as a sign that the end is nigh and that these are all signs that world will go under. Or maybe that the multiple tsunamis are just a foretaste of "The great flood". I wonder what they make of the abundant tsunami-warnings?
I stick to the boring scientific theory, that there're some movements in the crust, and that stuff like this happens whether we like it or not.
Still, i think its fun to play with theories of conspiracy theories.
Here's a favourite:
On other news, I was finally let out of the hospital this evening. Of course, it had to happen, as nobody brought me those easter eggs. Apparently my wellbeing isn't really important for anyone :P
Its a wonderful feeling, knowing that I wont wake up to get injections in my back, have to get infusions and new cannulas. Im just savouring every moment and really hope that i won't have to go back.
I realise now, that in addition to being sad because of the pain, what annoyed me the most must be the "room-mates".
I was allowed going outside for a couple of hours today too, and really enjoyed it. My good friend Anniken came and picked me up from the ward, and we had coffee for 3 good hrs. (Luckily it was decaf).
Later, i realised that my canula had to come out, as the whole area around it had turned blue and was quite tender.
When I got back to the ward, the "roomies" discovered my missing canula at once, and also made sure to inform the nurse that i hadn't got my injections for the evening. Neither had i been eating as they could observe, so the list of their report to the nurse was LONG :P
It was at that point i decided that I had to go home. I know, being a med student, I know, I should be the first one to realise the importance of finishing a hospital stay the right way.
However, I don't feel like i have done something, the doctor was nice and said yes to my request to go home without much ado. Only thing was that i had to promise to go see the neurologist tomorrow morning, and I have no problems doing that :)
Good night!
Easter eggs and blackmail..
As mentioned in my last post, I really don't feel comfortable being hospitalised, and have tried begging everyone worth begging to get out (yup, feel like a prisoner.).
I have even contemplated an escape worthy of Houdini.
This morning I found a solution to it all:
Easter is coming up, and with it loads of commercial products, such as the wonderful easter eggs.
If i don't get eggs I'll escape and run away! Muahahaha.
If i get eggs, I'll stay, and start behaving like a good patient! Promise.
You might think me crazed, but try it yourself, sleeping in a 5person room that's too hot, not falling asleep untill 2, being woken up at 5 in the morning, on a Sunday.
Sice my last post not too long ago (Not much to do in a hospital), one of my friends, Kjetil made a banner for my blog. I like it very much, and pretty much sums up how it is to be a med-student down here.
The picture was taken early in the morning, on my birthday, after a credit-test in stomatology. I was dead tired and the coffee just about kept me alive.
There're some not too flattering shadows under my eyes, and I was wondering if they should magically vanish or if they should stay. For now, I think I will let them stay there. Life of a medical student in Slovakia is hard, there's a lot of stuff to read and study, and most of the time, not enough hours in the day (or the night for that sake).
Last night I got some valuable information, as I was starting to suspect that I was being poisoned (or something worse) by the increasingly painful intramuscular shots, I tried to refuse the last shots.
The nurse asked me why, and I told her that the shot at this point actually caused me more pain than the herniation itself. She replied in a "as a matter of fact*" - tone that "ohh, you should massage it" and that it is actually quite a painful shot if you don't do this.
I massaged the injection site and now it almost doesn't hurt :)
Oh the joy of not speaking Slovak too good!
Thanks for letting me know after 4 injection and many pain complaints!
Today is Sunday, and as such, we get "special breakfast"- braided bun bread.
Tastes a bit sweet. And the bread spread is butter mixed with fat tasting of meat.. apparently.. didn't taste as my fear of atherosclerosis overcame my hunger.
However, not all is bad, after breakfast and my infusion, I get to go to the outside world; a friend is coming to take me out for coffees and freedom..
I have even contemplated an escape worthy of Houdini.
This morning I found a solution to it all:
Easter is coming up, and with it loads of commercial products, such as the wonderful easter eggs.
If i don't get eggs I'll escape and run away! Muahahaha.
If i get eggs, I'll stay, and start behaving like a good patient! Promise.
You might think me crazed, but try it yourself, sleeping in a 5person room that's too hot, not falling asleep untill 2, being woken up at 5 in the morning, on a Sunday.
Sice my last post not too long ago (Not much to do in a hospital), one of my friends, Kjetil made a banner for my blog. I like it very much, and pretty much sums up how it is to be a med-student down here.
The picture was taken early in the morning, on my birthday, after a credit-test in stomatology. I was dead tired and the coffee just about kept me alive.
There're some not too flattering shadows under my eyes, and I was wondering if they should magically vanish or if they should stay. For now, I think I will let them stay there. Life of a medical student in Slovakia is hard, there's a lot of stuff to read and study, and most of the time, not enough hours in the day (or the night for that sake).
Last night I got some valuable information, as I was starting to suspect that I was being poisoned (or something worse) by the increasingly painful intramuscular shots, I tried to refuse the last shots.
The nurse asked me why, and I told her that the shot at this point actually caused me more pain than the herniation itself. She replied in a "as a matter of fact*" - tone that "ohh, you should massage it" and that it is actually quite a painful shot if you don't do this.
I massaged the injection site and now it almost doesn't hurt :)
Oh the joy of not speaking Slovak too good!
Thanks for letting me know after 4 injection and many pain complaints!
Today is Sunday, and as such, we get "special breakfast"- braided bun bread.
Tastes a bit sweet. And the bread spread is butter mixed with fat tasting of meat.. apparently.. didn't taste as my fear of atherosclerosis overcame my hunger.
However, not all is bad, after breakfast and my infusion, I get to go to the outside world; a friend is coming to take me out for coffees and freedom..
Saturday, February 27, 2010
The beginning..
I've thought of starting a blog for ages now, but i guess that not really unique. I probably wouldn't have started one for the next heap of ages either, if i hadn't been trapped in the neurological department. As one might figure, there's not much you can do when admitted to a neurological department. Usually the reason for the admission is reason enought for those limitations.
In my case, I have a lumbar herniation, which probably has been there for quite some time, and all of a sudden decided to act up..Thank you lumbar disk!
I shouldn't complain, really. The staff is excellent, my bed is nice and clean, the food is not as bad as one might imagine. I get medications that take away the neural pain. Only the pain from the injections themselves remain :P
In my case, I have a lumbar herniation, which probably has been there for quite some time, and all of a sudden decided to act up..Thank you lumbar disk!
I shouldn't complain, really. The staff is excellent, my bed is nice and clean, the food is not as bad as one might imagine. I get medications that take away the neural pain. Only the pain from the injections themselves remain :P
Still, i hate it here. It's worst during the night time. I just want to go home to my boyfriend and my cat, and my bed.
Don't know what makes it so bad, I think it might be partly due to the loss of privacy one experiences once one share room with four other women. Sencond, I think its because I'm in Slovakia, and keep comparing everything to how it would've been back home in Norway.
Last, I think its because I'm scared and hate the feeling being in a hospital gives you.
Don't know what makes it so bad, I think it might be partly due to the loss of privacy one experiences once one share room with four other women. Sencond, I think its because I'm in Slovakia, and keep comparing everything to how it would've been back home in Norway.
Last, I think its because I'm scared and hate the feeling being in a hospital gives you.
At least when you don't really feel sick. I mean, I actually feel quite OK, which makes it even worse. My "room mates" seem quite well too, although, I don't know. They don't speak english, at least not with me, so engaging in a conversation with them is quite a struggle as slovak is quite a difficult language, at least to my brain.
I think today is better than yesterday. Yesterday was the day of my admission. I was able to attend part of a psychiatry practical about misconceptions of reality. Quite interesting. Then, midways in the practical, I had to leave for the scheduled admission.
After waiting for 4 hours, i finally got admitted. I was not due to lazyness I had to wait for 4 hrs. It was because my Norwegian birth number has one number more than what Slovaks have (as far as i could understand), and they didn't know what to do with the number too much.
I tried to tell them that i have a Slovak number too, or at least an equivalent, that I got when I applied for the long term residence permit, but that was out of the question.
I finally got my bed, a cool bed with electrical controls (woohoo) and a power outlet by the bed.
I even figured out how to get internet on my phone. So far, so good.
The canula wasn't even as bad as I had expected; I had some problems persuading them that i wanted a canula and just a needle in my arm for the infusions, but i eventually got my canula.
Not even the intramuscular injections were bad (not until later that night).
Nothing was really horrible until i met my "roomies"
Nice, middle aged women.. Oh.. I forgot to add CURIOUS. No.. curious.. that's not the right word..Nosy is more like it.
Hovering around me, calling the nurses for every complaint i might have, spying on my web-cam-chats, asking me questions.
After waiting for 4 hours, i finally got admitted. I was not due to lazyness I had to wait for 4 hrs. It was because my Norwegian birth number has one number more than what Slovaks have (as far as i could understand), and they didn't know what to do with the number too much.
I tried to tell them that i have a Slovak number too, or at least an equivalent, that I got when I applied for the long term residence permit, but that was out of the question.
I finally got my bed, a cool bed with electrical controls (woohoo) and a power outlet by the bed.
I even figured out how to get internet on my phone. So far, so good.
The canula wasn't even as bad as I had expected; I had some problems persuading them that i wanted a canula and just a needle in my arm for the infusions, but i eventually got my canula.
Not even the intramuscular injections were bad (not until later that night).
Nothing was really horrible until i met my "roomies"
Nice, middle aged women.. Oh.. I forgot to add CURIOUS. No.. curious.. that's not the right word..Nosy is more like it.
Hovering around me, calling the nurses for every complaint i might have, spying on my web-cam-chats, asking me questions.
While I'm sure they meant it all good, I was annoyed beyond imagination.
Partly because I'm Norwegian, and as such suffer from "The Norwegian stiffness syndrome", and partly because i was very tired from previous pain.
Partly because I'm Norwegian, and as such suffer from "The Norwegian stiffness syndrome", and partly because i was very tired from previous pain.
Later that night, i discovered how painful intramuscular injections can really be, and at that point, I just wanted to escape home.
This evening is much better though. I had 6 wonderful hrs outside the hospital. I had to be picked up by my boyfriend <3, otherwise, the nurses wouldn't let me out.
Together we had lunch with one of my best friends, Andrew, at the city's local "gourmet" restaurant, and I even had chocolate fondant for dessert.
Later i headed over to another couple of good friends to wail about being hospitalised and to have coffee.. YAY!
Together we had lunch with one of my best friends, Andrew, at the city's local "gourmet" restaurant, and I even had chocolate fondant for dessert.
Later i headed over to another couple of good friends to wail about being hospitalised and to have coffee.. YAY!
After that, I just about had time to go home to enjoy home and to disturb Martin in studying :P
All in all, a nice day after all :)
So.. this was my first ever blog entry, how do you like it?
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