tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65793092834519993162012-02-10T04:41:32.458+01:00Any resemblance to existing persons is correct. No animals were harmed during the making of this blog, some people were.Faluchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873125145750680376noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579309283451999316.post-87340186316652828862009-03-28T22:58:00.004+01:002009-03-28T23:10:54.282+01:00

Last week, me and my BF went to visit our second home, Kalix in Sweden. We always pay a visit to the local second hand bookstore, since my BF's best friend works there. They always have a game of chess, while I snoop around in the books. I can never leave the shop without buying something: This time, I bought a book about Saami live as it used to be (in Swedish but with a lot of pictures) and two

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I am very happy to tell you that today, 7 january 2009, I dropped my first toy for the Toy Society !I did it on my way to work, on my favorite spot. It's a little piece of nature with a cycle path, between the Paola Children's hospital and the University of Antwerp. I love it because of the amount of bunnies that hop around there at dawn. The toy that I made, was a crochet piece of pie, together

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Arthur loves sheeting, it doesn't matter where or under what warm blanket. Kruimel hates sheeting, but loves attacking moving blankets. It's a symbiosis around here, so lovely it almost hurts ...My first homemade video, filmed with my photo camera :o)))

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Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough for you : No not pregnant, 'kReason:Sorry Mum ...

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A lot of ego's in one room. Big expectations, but only half of them will be fulfilled. Killer mood taking over brains. The enemy sitting down opposite me, friendly guy... no! enemy! Shake hands, be polite and be quiet.Concentration, players around are still chatting, shhhh ... ut up, trying to focus here.One hour gone, the battle is still going on, slight advantage for me, nice position. Opponent

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It's been a while ... a new life has started since ...First, I lured the Laplandkiller into living in Belgium here with me, instead of him keeping me captured in the high north. We now live together in my little flat, which is sometimes a bit too small ... it was hard in the beginning to share my private space with somebody else. But now we seem to have found a kind of symbiosis in our mutual

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I needed to go shopping ... I needed to shop badly. At some periods in a woman's live, she just wants to go into the city and spend money. So off I went, looking for a trolley to fit in the hand luggage of an airplane.The trolley had to measure up to some requirements. Of course the thing must be able to be stuffed into the luggage compartment of a plane. Since, due to my again florescence love

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I have been working hard in my garden the past week. Since it's my own now, it might be worth it to plough through the earth and get myself dirty. As I tried to get rid of the bald patches in the lawn, I sowed some grass before my previous night shifts started. I did so, as not to trample over the newly sprouted plants with my plump feet during daytime hours. Last week, when night shifts ended, I

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I promised more stories about my trip to Kalix, so here we go. My chess buddy is coming over to Belgium next month, so this might be the right time to talk about the chess tournament in Kalix.Lakke, who works in a bookshop, organised a special chess competition for me, in his shop, between the books. It is here that I found out that Swedish people are very friendly, they even let me win the

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And on the third day, it started to rain very hard. The plants in the garden of Eden, refreshed themselves, eager to suck up the water after a month of dryness, silently awaiting their faith ...And the little blond girl went to the dark office hole of the Immo people. Another horrible Immo man shook her hand and tried to convince her to sign a compromise to buy the flat. But the little girl told

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On the second day, the blond little girl didn't sleep much. Tossing and turning in her warm safe bed, trying to figure out figures. And Whooo, the Wise Man of the Immo office spoke to the Mighty LandLord about the silly offer in secret. The Mighty LandLord didn't agree and laughed. So the Wise Immo Man putt a lot of pressure on the blond girl through phone, even got her angry. And so the story

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Got a visit today from the Immobilien office that is going to sell my flat. I wanted to make them a fair offer, but they just laughed at it. The man pretended like I was some stupid blond naive floozy, that doesn't know her way around things ... We 'll see about that, won't we ?I showed the man around my flat.'Oh, I remember this flat quite well', he baffled, 'from the time, three years ago, when

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Lovely spring weather always makes me joyful. So today I popped my silly head outside and walked to the bus stop. The sun was soft and tickling me, so my smile broadened. I crossed a black man on the pavement in front of my house. 'Hello', he said to me, and laughed back, showing me a row of flickering white teeth. 'Hi', I naively replied to the stranger, always being friendly to everyone.Then,

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This weekend, it's time to feed the upstairs neighbours cat again. At first when I moved into my flat, I wondered why she called the little furry creature 'Spike'. So I agreed on giving the little puss in boots his daily dinner whenever the neighbour girl is away on holidays.Nobody else wants to, all pretending to be allergic to hairballs or pretending to be busy. I don't mind, I hope by doing

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I have been working in my garden today, the weather was really beautiful. It reminded me of a thing that happened to me a couple of years ago. I just moved in to my flat, when suddenly my Ginger cat disappeared for a few days. It's the only one of the cats that can jump high enough to get over the garden wall and go for a walk in the neighbours gardens.Panic started to spread around, as the cat

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Just look at how many times I took 'Le Metro' in Paris on my last trip, look at all those useless tickets ! I smiled and smiled, but no matter how hard I tried, nobody kissed me ...Look at those subway passengers! Just look at them !!! Being so busy, totally ignoring me, pretending to type text messages on their mobiles, picking their noses.Am I ever going to see my fantasy fulfilled ?Pfff, have

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One of my favorite spots in Antwerpen is this bridge at the river's bank: I like to come here and walk across it. In winter the wind blows very hard, throwing the briny smell of the river at the shore. Sit on a bench in summer, reading a book. Watching people walk by. Following seagulls flying and yelling in the sky.Today there was a warning of 'springtij', this happens only once or twice a year,

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You all may or may not know, but this girl has got two diplomas. I first have my bachelor in nursing with speciality in neuronursing and second I'm a master in psychology with speciality in theoretical and experimental psychology. In short, I'm trained to be a researcher of the human psyche, trying to make a empirical statistic out of it. Quite a Don Quichote kind of work, so I like the nursing

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Do you recognize the phase in 'cleaning up your house' where you happen to make 'more' rubbish than to 'clear' it away ? It happened to me again. I tried to tidy my cupboards and trow away the heaps of useless things you collect over the years. Somehow, I got myself locked in on my bed, tripping over a pile of magazines in my bedroom. It was so terrible this time, I took a picture of it to 'share

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Easter falls too early this year. The department kitchen is already stuffed with chocolate eggs and chickens. I discovered last night I 'm a secretive eater of chocolate in the night.Bye bye dieting, hello pimples ! Stupid Easter Bunny ! That 'll show him !

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I like to eat a fresh home made fruit salad at night. Here's a tip for preparing the kiwi. It's the only difficult piece of fruit. Just peel and slice some bananas, apples and grapefruit with it, and it's done.Enjoy !

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The only rotten thing about night work, is the death of your social life. It happens when you sleep when other people are awake and vice verse. In this period of nights, I'm missing no less than three quizzes and a concert by The Waterboys. (Already seen them twice, they're great!).Last night, the annual inter-hospital quiz took place, a big event with our three fusion hospitals. I was a bit sad

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I was entertaining myself in the corridor of our department on a quiet moment, when a gynaecology patient came strolling in. The gynaecology department is on the same floor, so when their patients are almost fully recovered, they sometimes hop over to our corridor to have a walk. Our walls are covered with drawings, photographs and sketches of brain surgery, back surgery and stuff like that. We

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Not all chess players are macho boys. I also have made a few genuine friends while playing chess. One of them is Idlebones, a peaceful Irish writer of children's stories. (read those on the link at the left) The following conversation we had while playing a game of chess last week. Guess who won ? !Bones :You're soo dead, Belgian Waffle ! Me : Just you beware, or you'll drown in your pint of

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As you all can see : it's very important to learn to understand English !http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUEkOVdUjHc

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I admit, I got the little furry heart from a patient at the hospital. She wanted to give something else instead of fattening pralines (I already lost 3.5kg!). Thanks Mrs T for not ruining my diet ! You were a lovely patient, the sunshine of the department ! I got home from a deadly tiring late shift, when I got the present. I checked my mail, put the heart on my desk, and went to bed. Shouldn't

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Look what I got for my Valentine's day ! Cute, isn't it ? It's a little heart, filled with shower and bath gel, dangling on a bit of string, surrounded by fluffy feathers. Smells nice too !I'll leave the suspense a bit shimmering in the air by not telling you folks who gave it to me. Maybe tomorrow you'll know from whom this little precious jewel came from and the story that goes with it ... or

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Not much to say about the annual Nursing Night party on Friday. Maybe I'm getting too old for things like this. The Nursing Night is a big party organised by the student organizations of Antwerpen. So it's a gathering of all Antwerp nurses and friends, which is quite nice. The party was really crowded, the music was too much hip-hop/house - like for me, and I didn't feel like much dancing. And,

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Any man that twitches his eyes like the lead singer of Golden Earring, can kiss me like that, all over and rotten !Oh I luv it, yeah I luuurve it ! It's the answer to all my dreams !Watch my favorite clip until the end, it's worth it (no, we don't wear those sexy green dresses in our hospital, and no, we don't do the little dance when we drive a patients bed) (well, maybe sometimes when nobody is

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Last Thursday we had our annual Christmas party of the neurosurgical nursing department. We thought about doing something different this year, so we went for a culinary walk in Lier with matching diner in a restaurant afterwards.Now what's so funny about celebrating Christmas in February, huh ? Don't laugh! It's cool to do that, away from the mumbo jumbo at the end of the year. Tammy picked me up

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(picture: El Cotillo beach Fuerteventura)Kat was telling us a joke last week at work. I was the only one that couldn't stop laughing with it. My other colleagues started laughing because of me laughing so hard. It's a very silly joke and I translated it in English, tried it on Idlebones, to test if it was as funny in an other language than in Dutch. I'll put both languages here. Here it comes,

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Woke up this morning, jumped into the shower and started my morning singing while I turned on the tap. Nooooooo, my voice sounds like The Nanny again ! ! ! That damn cold, this is the second time in half a year that this happens to me. My voice failing me, my friends laughing because they think I sound sexy like this, and weeks and weeks to regain its normal pitch again. Don't even think of

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Friday noon, rushing to the hospital cafeteria, to enjoy our half hour break for lunch. The hospital gives us the opportunity to eat very cheap warm meals, healthy and quite edible too. So I joined the long waiting line, as my other colleagues badged already, waving me goodbye with their lunchboxes in their hands. Dammit, why do I have to spend five minutes of my half hour, standing in a line

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The last two days I have been working with my oldest colleague. I really love working with her. She's always calm and skillful and she has the most lovely stories about her years of experience as a nurse. The next story just needs to be shared, it's too funny not to and it's not an urban legend, it's sadly true..About six years ago, a old nun with a hernia came to be operated at our department.

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When the lady smilesYou know it drives me wildHer lips are warm and resourcefulWhen her fingertips go drawing circles in the nightThen the mood is soft and sensualAnd I love it, yeah I love itIt's the answer to all my dreamsEverytime it feels like the earth is shakingIt doesn't matterA glass is falling, I hear it shatterMaybe it's raining, faster and fasterShadow dancingTogether oh II'm a betting

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Friday evening, working late shift, trying to get everything done on time. Because ... It 's party time !Took a quick shower at work, got on my bike and drove to the Antwerpen Bouwcentrum, where the annual new year's reception of the hospital was. Afterwards, there's always a big party, organised by the technical staff of our hospital.By the time I got to the reception, it was nearly finished.

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Wednesday, as I told before, my boss, our department doctor, two fellow operating theatre nurses and me, went to a presentation at Medtronic in Brussel. Our doctor (at the left in the pic) stole his wife's mono volume car and stuffed the five of us in it. Really cool car, with a GPS build in the dashboard and lots of space. I warned my boss (on the right in pic) that I would take my digi camera

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Got up this morning from bed far too late. I was planning to go to the hairdressers first thing in the morning, but unfortunately I slept until 12.30h...Dragged my lazy butt to the bathroom, undressed en stepped on the scale. OH MY GOD ! ! ! 'How could I have put on that much weight over a night of bad sleep ? ', was my first reaction. Then I opened my eyes a second time, examining the scale

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"And let thy feet milleniums hence be set in midst of knowledge."Lord Alfred Tennysonhttp://www.trekearth.com/gallery/Europe/United_Kingdom/photo147832.htmThis one is an homage to the British Museum in London. Whenever I go to London, I like visiting it. I can spend half a day walking around in it, still not tired of everything I see and always finding new stuff to examine. My brother doesn't

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The past week has been quite peaceful, a bit too much, so the gynaecology department next to us closed and we fused together. Nice to have an other discipline around, new nurses = new stories. Gynaecology is definitely not my cup of tea, to my opinion it's very hard to work there, a lot of cancer, a lot of blood. But then the gyne-nurses think the same about us, they 're scared to death with

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Working on Christmas day, never dull ! We only had 7 patients and they were all good ones, almost recovered and ready to leave. So we finished our chores very early, what else to do than have a photo shoot ... We had one patient in a germ-isolation, poor fella, me and my colleague Kat tried to cheer him up. You can see us in the picture, all dressed up to enter the isolation. A man walking by

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And if I die today I'll be the happy phantomAnd I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yardAnd I'll run naked through the streets without my mask onAnd I will never need umbrellas in the rainI'll wake up in strawberry fields every dayAnd the atrocities of school I can forgiveThe happy phantom has no right to bitchOo who, the time is getting closer Oo who, time to be a ghost Oo who, every day we're

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So this is where this blog started, me and my new digital camera on the lovely island of Fuerteventura. Had a great holiday there with my friend Bruno. Relaxing, walking a lot, enjoying the fauna and flora, talking and thinking. This blog will try to show you all what's going around in my little foul mind. Enjoy it and leave a comment if you like.

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