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The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.Following
How many times haven’t you heard that question? How many times haven’t you asked that question yourself? I know I hear it quite often, and I feel it passes through my mind everytime it’s just a week-end left before the next exam. I was supposed to study hard for this exam, not just right before. But all the time. Where did the time… go. Truth is, as the african say, time doesn’t go, it comes. That’s something to think about.
It’s my birthday tomorrow (no, not a plea for Happy Birthday, Lise!), my cat also turn 6 months. I should get her to the vet so I can get some birthcontrol for her.. Poor kitten. Usually I stay at home during my birthdays and do what I enjoy the most. Read a damn good book, have a glass of wine or baileys at lunch or at breakfast if I so desire it. Do some handcraft I otherwise don’t have time to do. Sleep in late, draw. Go on to the mountain, go to the movies. Oh there’s loads of things I usually do on my birthdays. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow I will have my last lecture of anatomy before my exam, as well as I have labratory with a really awesome teacher. I’m looking forward to tomorrow. I even baked a cake. Well, if you could call it a cake! It’s almost as thin as a thick pancake, and I’m not joking here. Thankfully there’s not so many people in my labratory class, so I think I’ll try and make it double by cutting it in half. We shall see what I can manage.
I was in the shower when I decided I should go and write in my blog again, though I can’t quite remember why. I’m pretty sure I had something smart and important to say…Time to drink coffee and read some more about our delightfull and crazy, and really disgusting body!
In Norway we wear black.
Though I don’t think there’ll be much difference from my daily time wear, though I wear more colours now than I used to. I wonder if a lot of people still cover them selves in full black when they mourn other than on the day of the funeral. I think it should be an important tradition that shouldn’t dissapear. Honouring the dead until they are in the grave, though admittedly, I am not wearing much black today besides my underwear and my shoes.
To clarify, my reasons for talking about mouring clothes. A family member of mine was hit by a car and killed. She was 82 years old, and a lovely woman. I haven’t had contact with her for years, sadly. It’s not that we lived that far apart from each other. A couple of hours drive I believe. But it’s such a thing you do when you have the entire day at your disposal, yet when you first have that… It’s typical that nothing gets done at all. She wasn’t very close family either, I doubt anyone expects me to go to the funeral. But I shall. That side of the family reminds of a time of life when there was no cares and no troubles. And I would always bump into her at the store when I was with my cousin once removed on my mothers side. I got a huge, tightening lump in my chest when my mother called me and told me about it. She thought I would like to know as soon as possible. And she was right. I didn’t know what to say or how to react really. It came as a shock, however rude it is I don’t think about that side of the family a lot. Perhaps when the grief is a bit less on that side of the family I shall try and reconnect with them? I’m unsure on how, but it would be nice.
It sure is rough training to become a vampire. You have to overcome obstacles such as visions of worms crawling out of people’s arms, you have to overcome the fear of hurting another person, even though you know the needle doesn’t hurt. Not much at least, might be uncomfortable, but intolerable pain? No, not so much.
I am talking about taking blood samples. I did my first today, not on a patient. It’s way to early for that, but on my class student. My anxiety was way above the roof and everywhere. It’s been sky high since last lab. class last week, but today I went out and did it. Twice. I even got blood on both tries, though I didn’t get sufficient enough on the second try, because I did a minor mistake of not looking at the needle at all times. At least it’s done now, I’ll do it again next week, and the week after, and after that.
Since I’m studying health related things, I feel I should take up something health-related. In this case I’ll talk about the pig-flu. It’s everywhere over here, the vacsination. At first the general feeling towards the needle was a big no, but now more and more wants to have it done. I’m sort of feeling pressured to take it, it’s a mixture between pressure and fear I suppose. More and more people are dying of it. I think it’s up in 13 or 14 people in Norway alone now, whereas there’s none in Denmark, a very low number in Sweden and only one in Finland. It makes you wonder… Why do they say Norway has the best health care in the world, if so many people are dying of it? It’s also making my thoughts wander over to another illness; Multiple Sclerosis. They’re wondering if it is enviromental designs that make it more common on the west coast of Norway than anywhere else in Norway. Even so, it doesn’t even exsist in Asia. I wonder why that is…
Today I completed my first exam in 6 years! When I joined the school bench again, it was liberating and freeing. And scary, a bunch of new people stuffed together in a small room for x amounts of hours a week, to stuff a massive amount of knowledge into our heads on the shortest amount of time possible. It’s been interessting, and I’m looking forward to continue the rest of the race until Christmas.
As I said, I finished an exam today. It was Medical termonology, in other words; Latin. I didn’t study much pre-exam, it might have been my doom. Though I sincerely doubt that. I feel that it went very well. I left the examination room one and half hour after the exam started. I was done a lot earlier than that, but spent the time looking over what I had written and sat and ate my food. But in the end I figured I’m getting far to restless, and I’m finished I might as well leave. We were challenged by our teacher that if we found a mistake in the examination papers she would buy dinner on all of us. And what did we find? Indeed. An error. A tiny one, and on this word it hardly mattered. But it could have… We sent her a text that we’re now awaiting dinner, I believe in my quiet mind that nothing will come of it. I also somewhat hope it wont either.
I’m a bit nervous, alright, that’s a lie. I’m terrified of Friday. I’m going to execute a blood sample on the one in the class who fears it the most. I was supposed to puncture a vein last week, but anxiety took me. It still hasn’t left me, it’s simply paralyzing me. And I don’t understand why. It doesn’t hurt (well, not if you do it right at least), it’s not dangerous. I’m not scared of needles, and I’m not scared of blood. So why? I’m not looking forward to Friday at all. And I can’t skip away from it either, I have to do it.
I’d be scared I think, if I all the time lost the argument to my children. Especially as they started to reach their teens. And especially if I knew what was going on. I bet his children in the end would be perfect prosecutors and defencive chairs in the Court of Law. Or a great chief at the top of a coorporation.
