"Believe in yourself and all that you are,
know that there is something inside you,
 that is greater than any obstacle."

Christian D. Larson



On my way home, sunrise, windows open, this song at full volume

A perfect little moment.


Your legs are alive.. No not really, but kind of.

Haha, I can relate to everything except the TPN bag thing. Thankfully.

A couple of days ago we had a patient at our ward which had stasis dermatitis ( His legs are secerning clear liquid because they are so swollen that the skin finally opens up to release the pressure. Taking off socks can be so much fun! Not.) So he wore wound dressings (which should be changed everyday by a mobile nursing service since he lived at home) and when my colleague removed them he just couldn't believe what he saw..


Gee.. I am so glad he was not my patient, I would've probably been vomitting all over his flyblown legs.

So can you imagine what my colleague and almost every other colleague, doctor, student, cleaning lady at duty did?

Right, they took a photo with their smartphone.

Bummer: Patient is awake and oriented. I imagine them being like: "Oh, hey, you don't mind me taking a photo, do you? Cool, thanks!"

When I told my colleague M. about the patient he replied: "That's wicked. Did he survive? Did the maggots survive?" and laughed his ass off.


The difference between who you are
and who you want to be
is what you do. 


Sad but beautiful song.
Another intensive ward slang word I learned during my last night shift:

A colleague called the neurosurgeons nutcracker.

I can't help it, I think this is pretty funny.


Soulmates on a chocolate base.

F. and I were picking raspberries in my hometown a couple of days ago and while we were there, I had a pretty old song stuck in my head. Later, we were already back in my car, driving home, she started humming exactly that song.

I looked at her and said: "Did you sing that while we were picking raspberries?"
and she replied: "Umm.. not aloud, it was stuck in my head though."
"I had the same song in my head too."
and we looked at each other like "What the hell.."
and she said slowly: "Well, Tiny.. I think you and I, we are soulmates on a chocolate base.. Like we always said."



"In the end, only three things matter:

How much you loved, how gently you lived,
and how gracefully you let go of the things not meant for you."