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

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.

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.

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.

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!

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?
Any suggestions?

Luske