Shopping!

Jeg har investert mye tid i sommerjobb i år, og sitter igjen med mange fine norske oljekroner på kontoen. Noe har gått til en bunad (folkedrakt) og noe til må-ha-ting til hus, hjem og studier.

Denne uka henta jeg ut et helt nytt Littmann stetoskop, og nå hører jeg på absolutt alt! Hjertet som dunker, magen som rumler, susingen i lungene, vifta i Macen osv.. Ganske mange spennende lyder rundt omkring! Neste uke skal jeg ha litt blodtrykksøvinger med Lotta i klassen, da får jeg vel høre Korotkoffs lyd også. Ganske dyrt, men nå har jeg et stetoskop som faktisk leder lyd (i motsetning til stetoskopene på fakultetet...) Og så fikk jeg gravyr inkludert i prisen, sånn at jeg ikke så lett mister det..


Kommende uke skal jeg bestille formstøpte myke ørepropper med lydfilter i. Det blir deilig etter å ha strevd med diverse silikonpropper og skumpropper i over et år, jeg ender bare med sus i øret og sår i øregangen av engangspropper. Jeg bruker de stort sett når jeg leser, men også om natten om naboen bestemmer seg å plutselig ha fest. Noe som heldigvis ikke skjer så ofte, men det hender jo..

Og om to uker får jeg hjem min nye kjøkkenmaskin. Jeg liker å bake mitt eget brød, i og med at brødet man får kjøpt her i Sverige oftest ikke er noe særlig grovt, det er gjerne søtt og fullt av krydder og konserveringsmiddel. Ikke noe for meg, altså. Valget var ganske enkelt; det måtte bli en av de maskinene med størst wattstyrke, gode testresultater og mange tilbehør (bl.a. kjøttkvern) tilgjengelig. Valget falt på Kenwood KM020 på 1500 watt. Til sammenligning har designyndlingen KitchenAid bare skrøpelige 300 watt og tåler ikke å elte en liten brøddeig i mer enn 5 minutter i følge enkelte kjøpere. Så får jeg bare håpe at den lever opp til forventningene. Utførlige brukstester skal nok utføres med tiden. Her er også et bilde på min nye yndling:

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Oh, sliten! Har hatt ganske mye å gjøre i dag, og orker ikke en gang å skrive på engelsk. Gjør kanskje ingenting, google translate er løsningen for mine internasjonale lesere (om de fremdeles finnes), dessuten skriver jeg nok en smule bedre på norsk nå.

I dag har vi hatt 4 timer med hjertefysiologi, en ganske massiv forelesning fra åtte til tolv. Deretter var det en kjemperask lunsj før jeg måtte løpe til sjukehuset for litt fysioterapi. Der møtes opptil flere medisinstudenter og andre med diverse skader for å trene littegranne i en times tid.

På tampen av dagen måtte jeg ikke glemme vasketiden mellom to og fem, og nå har jeg mest lyst til å bare legge meg flatt ned i sofaen og bare.. ..være. Men først må jeg selvsagt brette tørre klær og legge de på plass.. Uh.

Visste du foresten at hjertet ikke er en muskelklump med huler i, men mer en oppkveila muskelslange? Den er kveila opp omtrent på samme måte som en tennissokk når du forsøker å vri mest mulig vann ut av den; altså vri, brett og vri igjen til du sitter med en hardt knytta nesten rund klump i hånda. Der ja!

Election night

I have voted today, in the Swedish election. As a foreign student, I'm not allowed to vote for the state government, only for the local election. But I like to decide how my home community should be like.

Politicians are like sheep; they are easy to send to any direction if the sheperd and his dog gives the right cues. But they're also a bit stupid, give them an errorous cue and they will run in any direction..

I really hope that the rasistic party Sverigedemokratene (SD) won't get any political power. They are at the moment in the government with 20 people, that's a lot.

As a foreigner, it's important to remember and be humble over the benefits I get by living and studying here. I'm not the type of foreginer that SD want out of the coutry at the first, but that's not a relief. It would be a sad world without communication over the borders.

A not so ordinary day

For most people, has this day been a quite ordinary tuesday. For me, a bit more special. Lets start with midnight. Nothing special happend then, exept that my unordinary day started. At one o'clock things kind of changed. My nephew was born. A huge boy came to this strange world, and my father was of course the first one to tell the whole world (why wait for the happy newmade dad/my brother to send the message??

Then I tried to sleep for a while, but couldn't. That's what happends when someone calls for my attention after bedtime. At four I allmost falled a sleep, but then my father had to message me again. Since my brother had sent a small video of the newborn wonder, and my father just have got himself a brand new iPhone (damn it, electronic revolution!!!), all the new information had to be spread before breakfast time. My father is in desperate need of a 6 months course in do's and dont's of social medias.

At 10.40 (about 3 hours late during my plans) I woke up. By a phonecall. It was my ergo therapist who wanted an appointment for a chair adjustment. All together a very nice talk and fine way to wake up..

The plans for today was to do som labs at uni, but on my way to the lab, I saw a unconscious person lying on the pavement at the bus stop down the street. A small group of people had gathered 3-4 meters away from the lady, and they sad they'd called for an ambulance. But nobody did actually sit beside the lady, checking up her pulse, breathing and level of consciousness. When I sat down I saw she had an epileptic seizure. I monitored her and tried to get in contact with her, while waiting for the professionals. Luckily the ambulance personel did come in a few minutes, and it seemed that they knew the patient.

Then I did the coagulation lab. Sadly, the blood serum for our group was of bad quality, it had allready coagulated before the tests, so all our results was eigher biased or negative. Not funny. I have no more to do today, exept for studying/reading, but I'm way to tired to do so. I'll restart tomorrow.

Well, that's my not so ordinary day.

Big plans!

I love projects. This summer I started several new ones. First of all I hopefully managed to secure myself summer jobs at the local hospital for the rest of my study time. (I also worked at the local eldery home, but it was a bit hard for my back.. But at least I got to know a handfull of very nice coworkers there.)

Second, I bought myself a bunad, the national costume in Norway. Why a project? Well: I have to stitch it together myself. And I promise you, that's a long lasting project! Hopefully, I will be finished to the next constitution day in may 17th, 2011.. Maybe!

I'm of course knitting a lot of baby clothes (no, having a baby is not one of my projects this year..), both my brother with family and a very good friend of me is expecting a baby during this academic year.

Then I started a new round of medical examinations after the head and back trauma I got in czech republic two years ago. This time I got some more results and some clear advise this time. I've started more directed physical therapy and will probably start on some medications who will help me controlling my days and study ability. I have to stay in hospital for a week or three in short time, the insurance company need some more data on my health after the traffic accident, now when the two year limit for determinding long term damage is reached.

Fifth, I and a class mate has been talking about a journey during this winter. Maybe only for a weekend, but as my sister stated last year "de e turan som telle!".

And the last one. I'm still the head of ANSA Sweden (Association of Norwegian Students Abroad). That means that I have to travel around Sweden and meet some of the members here, and arrange some social events.

And, of course, there are allways other grand plans. I think I'm better and more like my old me, even if I still have my ups and downs.

Last final this semester

Is now over. I believe I passed, so I won't bring any books home over the summer. Only two weeks until I know the results, though.

I'm gonna work a lot this summer, I need spear money for my last academic year. Have to start saving now!

Why I bought my own apartement

There is a lot of students in Umeå. About 30 000 to be quite exact. Most students lives in student homes and corridors the first period of the studies, maybe during the whole education. It is, of course a quite cheap, convenient and easy way to live, if the corridor mates are okay.

But there may be some things a student have to considerate before leaving his or her home for becoming a student. One of them is the ratio between corridor parties and reading required for the finals (or worse, you trying to read when your neighboroughs are partying). One other is the possibillity of corridor mates stealing food and soap from your cupboard. But of course, you might end in the friendly hippie corridor where my stuff is your stuff, with common dinners every weekend and movies every once in a while.

I didn't take any chance, I need to have a place for myself when I read. And I have to read a lot, beeing a medical student, of course. I could have applied for an another corridor until i found the happy hippie corridor, of course, but I like having a place I may redecorate as I like myself. But this blog post is actually not about me, but a way to make some simple corridor solutions.

A classmate of me had to move out of her first corridor after a big fight, her neighboroughs wasn't that.. eh.. safe. The next corridor seemed better, but after a while and quite a lot of angry notes, she realized that her corridor mates was thiefly and unhonest. So how to make them stay away from her food in the refrigator? Well, she gave it a thought, then she baked a full bodied creamy chocolate cake with a lot of frosting.. Heavy chocolate bar frosting. Then she cut the cake in two halves, and put one of them in her spot in the refrigator. This she actually did last night. Today she checked her refrigator, the cake was absolutely absent. After making herself breakfast and lunsh, she went to the exam hall (we had our finals today, yay!) laughing. She is very curious about the state of her corridor mates today. Why? Well.. This very smart and clever medical student added an extra ingredient to the heavy frosting: a bottle of laxatives.

Have a nice summer, and stay away from the food of your medical student friends, unless you're allowed to take..