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2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008 and all years to come 
Mood:
caffeinatedTopic: (scary) hospital stories
Time conveniently passes by as week by week slip away. The ending of my onco-posting didn’t herald the long awaited enlightment. I gave the making of the night-duty roster out of my hands, being able to boast that none of my colleagues over the past year has done more or less than his or her fair share. But whiners will be whiners. Certain people who at one point in time had only 3 night shifts in 1 month, had to make noise… Well, whatever…My laptop crashed, with half my research inside. We managed to squeeze out the other remaining files from the hard disc though. Weeks full irritation pass by; mostly colleagues missing in action and me doing all the work, last week the 2nd time in 10 days I had to go down all the way to gynae clinic, only to get simple material for PAP-smears, cause it seems to be impossible to have a proper stock keeping in the wards. “out of stock” seems to be the most common phrase in the centre of excellence.A few irritating sessions in the operating room with our Burmese S, who seems to have gone back to the 70’s (hearing phrases such as “hold this please, brother” makes me feel as if I’m in an Austin Powers movie, and some big black guy from the Bronx in the 70's is talking to me)… Then joining A. in surgery is a relieve, and even more so with R. Co-operation becomes co-surgery and it is a true pleasure. And all is relaxed, the chatter alternating with a wisecrack or joke. “Oops… I think there is a bit of uterus tissue left there…”… Well, I assured her, I don’t think it will grow a new uterus of its own; you don’t need to be worried.BK went to Monaco, looking for the cliff where Grace Kelly dropped off. In the meantime I looked after his pets in the private ward. Long days often are only ended with some cereal or Indomie @ most. Don’t know about my stomach lately… went to the Indian shop again the other day and had my favourite mouton curry. I always have some stomach discomfort after that dish, but now it seemed as if the sheep was trying to climb out of my stomach again…
