Limi

Yesterday I went to "Szent János Korház", which is the biggest hospital in Budapest. Normally we go to First Med Clinic, or Telki, which are cozy, friendly and efficient private clinics.
Why the hell did they send me to Szent János??
It's a scary place. Big and ugly. 50 old buildings spread out on a huge fenced area.
All my senses screamed "RUN", but I'm sure there would be some dog patrols who would hunt me down when trying to escape over the fence.
I told myself, that it is maybe only the outside what looks a little grim, so I went in. Inside was worse.
If you have seen movies about the battle of Stalingrad, or seen the hospital wing of a Gulag in Siberia, you know what I mean... on top of that it was crowded and cold inside. The main entrance of building 25 was used also as emergency entrance, with ambulances lined up to deliver their content of wounded people. As it was the trauma unit, it was loads of bloody people pouring in. One in worse condition than the other.
Somehow they were pretty efficient, and there were plenty of staff in all kind of private winter jackets. Inside that is. So I got some X-rays taken within some minutes. Then some blood samples. The male nurse (if he was a  nurse, and not from the maintenance department) as the guy acted like a butcher. After assaulting the upper side of my hand for some minutes with a big needle, all the time mumbling "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he had to put a big pressure bandage on, to stop the worst bleeding. I gave my hand a glance, and saw the reason for the pain. Suffusion big as a half apple. A BIG apple. Then he tried his luck on my arm. After some new piercing attempts, he actually found a vein.
I was then lead up to the ward. To my surprise I got a newly renovated VIP room, with my own bathroom. Like another world.
The bed was nice, and I had plenty to read.
This morning they woke me up, took an EKG, shaved my leg and disinfected it with iodine (jod??). At 08.15 prompt, as promised I was on the surgery table. My surgeon, all the nurses in full battle outfit, the narcosis doctor with his anesthesia shot in his right hand, while he was checking my EKG results.
Then everything stopped. He was showing the printout to the surgeon, and after some Hungarian mumbling. The doc explained that they couldn't give me the anesthesia due to some irregularities with the EKG result. What the hell, I heard myself say far away in some echo, as I had got some blue pills before to keep me happy and calm.
Doc explained that the surgery had to be postponed. I asked him to continue anyway, without anesthesia. But he kindly refused.
So here I am, at home with a shaved orange knee. Still with a mess inside.
Will have a new EKG next week at First Med, and then we will see what will happen or not happen.

I had to draw a scar, not to disappoint little m too much:

At Pomodoro last Saturday, we sat next to a big bunch of Norwegians. There are plenty of them here in Budapest, studying medicine. If you see a "pizza" on the ground after a weekend, you know that at least one of them was out partying the day before. So far I never saw a Hungarian throwing up...

Anyway, those at the neighboring table were some exceptions. They asked for alcohol free wine. The waiter asked them several time what they meant with that? Wine without alcohol?? Never heard of. He even asked some other waiters, but they also looked at the crowd with big eyes, all shaking their heads, with amazed face expressions...
This is after all Hungary!

There were at least nine girls at the table. All looking the same; slim, blond hair, blue eyed, pretty faces. Perfect Aryans, if you would have asked Dr Joseph Goebbels.
To me they looked all from the same mould. As Japanese’s or Chinese’s. You can't make a difference between those people. I actually caught myself staring at them...

Today I will sneak below the radar for some days. No computers or cell phones allowed at the hospital. Wish me luck... :-)

              

Yesterday I had a discussion with someone who told me that luxury is to be able to afford a maid who keeps your home tidy and shining.
I do not really agree. Luxury for me is to be able to have time to clean and scrub it myself.
Is less more, or is more less? That's the question. Was it Shakespeare who said those wise words as he stood with a cleaning cloth in his hand?

Less work is not necessary less money but definitely more time.
How much/little of money/time makes you happiest? :-) BALANCE is the key word.


Anyway, it feels really nice to  have come that far in life that you do not have to prove your own excellence toward others with career, long hours, and a cleaning lady...

Btw, we just hired a cleaning lady in Båstad. A bit contradictive to what I just wrote. But that's another story :-))

T & G yesterday, and Pomodoro today. That's what I call quality time :-)

            

Today I cleaned of my desk and I did all boring stuff that has not been as important and therefore been postponed and postponed and postponed...
The reason is that I will leave for Sweden for It's time for me to go on a little tour to Sweden. Fair in Jönköping next week. Looking forward to it all with horror mixed emotions.
In spite of all work, we have even had time to vaccinate the whole family against the flu, and enjoyed a supper at McDonalds.
Now I'll pack my things, and set the alarm clock for 4am.  Will bring "Kajsas" car to Swe, and collect my new beauty on Thursday :-))

The surgery team the other day...

            

Today is Sunday, and the Pomodoro and Trattis are done in due order.
We hollowed out a pumpkin this afternoon, me and little m. The result was pretty good actually.
Now we have chicken drum sticks in the oven. 
Otherwise not much to report today, more than that we have lovely autumn weather, and that little m starts her mid-term vaccation tomorrow. No alarm clock needed not even for me, because it is bank holiday. Maybe I uncork a bottle of wine to celebrate ...
Btw, Emma would have turned 86 today. Cheers... :-)


This is the result of the operation;