Archive for October, 2010

“I came back for you”‘
Nathan and Nathalie were twins, born and raised in a dysfunctional home in the most vile parts of the city. In a place where everyone looks out for only themselves, they relied on only each other for protection… until one day, when Nathalie is found murdered. Three weeks later, Nathan gets in trouble with a gang and just when it seems like he has no way out, Nathalie comes back to protect him…

Mixed media in photoshop. Came up with the story just for fun. Click on it for a bigger/more detailed version.

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I spent most of the day in bed today because of a hangover. I’m getting so old ;'(

Last night, me, Erik & Kike went out to one of the student pubs. I don’t think I’ve ever managed to fit this well in relation to the lazy, logically challenged college student stereotype. We pre-partied at home with beer, wine, hookah (waterpipe) and a bit of chocolate. When I put on the coal on the hookah, it touched the soft plastic that seals the pipe from the ceramic so it smelled of burnt rubber mixed with strawberry tobacco… I didn’t think it was that bad, so we didn’t really do anything about it. Today when I cleaned the hookah, I saw that not only had the entire plastic thing melted so we inhaled probably toxic fumes, the water inside had a weird brown color. No wonder I feel like crap today.

We biked to HG, where we mostly sat and talked and threw darts and socialized. The looser had to buy the winner a drink, I came last place once and first place twice, but ended up saying no to my second drink because I was starting to feel naseaus (I get naseaus really quickly from alcohol these days. Sucks). Anyhow, around 2 am Kike left to meet up with Ester who was at a party nearby. We had been sitting in the downstairs pub area, where you can get in for free, but to get to the dancefloor upstairs you have to pay to get a stamp. Erik and I was talking to a girl who gave us the idea to just draw something on our hands similar to the real stamp and then smudge it out so the guard wouldn’t be able to tell. The fake stamps didn’t look anything alike the real thing (they were blue instead of black and the lines were super wobbly) but the guards let us pass anyhow.

When we decided to go home, it had started raining. By the time I got home, I was soaked and freezing. I woke up at 10am this morning and felt like shit. I only left my bed to go to the bathroom and watch some TV, otherwise I stayed in bed with my laptop until 2:30 pm. I haven’t even had ANY coffee today. I drink ~5 cups daily and I can’t even remember the last time I went an entire day without coffee. After only drinking a cup-of-soap and eating dry bread, I decided to go get some falafel with fries because I couldn’t muster up the energy to make food.

All in all, I feel like a miserable, lazy bum today.

I found these photos in an LJ-comm I frequent, and the person who posted them didn’t provide the source. Anyhow, these are photos from the Ganges river in India, which you probably know is considered holy by Hindus. Those who are too poor to get their loved ones cremated let them drift off along the river instead. These photos feature a lot of bloated, decomposed corpses, so be warned, but I think they’re very powerful and somehow still beautiful.

 
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…that’s what all the cool robots do these days.

Here’s another uncanny valley-post. I’m not sure if it beats poor spermobot, but it’s pretty damn awesome either way.

(there’s some info and photos of it here).

I blame my lack of updates on my ongoing internship. I have the time to write, but my brain just kind of turns to mush after lunch. I mix up which patient had what name, which patient file I’ve written, what I did during the therapy. Me and my classmate (we intern in pairs) finally managed to finish writing the patient files for our patients today. I thought that today might finally be the day we would get to go home earlier, but fate intervened. 😡 We had finished writing the reports around 3:30 pm and were going to print them. While walking to the printer, an alarm goes off  in the corridor beeping every 3rd second and flashing the letters “Bad Man” and “108”. Almost everyone on the staff in our department has either gone home or to a large meeting in a different part of the hospital. Me and my classmate had no idea what it meant, and I was slightly afraid that this was a code for a break-in and that there actually was a “bad man” in the hospital somewhere looking to kill some fresh interns. Luckily we found an occupied office with a SLP. She hadn’t heard the alarm, but she went outside and then started walking quickly to a different wing. She also told us to come along and asked if either of us knew CPR. You would have thought this story would have a very dramatic ending, but as it turns out “Bad man” did not mean “there’s a bad man here” or “a man is feeling bad over there :(“. “Bad” means “Bath” in Swedish, and was refering to the rehab’s indoor swimming pool area. I’m not sure what “man” refered to, it could be the men’s changing room, or an abbreviation of something. When we reached the swimming pool, everyone was fine. After knocking on the men’s room we found out that a man had accidentally set off the alarm, and the alarm hadn’t reached the staff in the swimming room for some reason. 😛

Anyhow, we went back to our office and tried to print those patient files we just written… only that they didn’t arrive at the printer like we wanted them to. This doesn’t sound bad, but if you think about it kind of is: patient files are very confidental, and you’re not really supposed to print them (they’re stored digitally at my clinic). We get to keep printed copies on the c0ndition that we censor names and social security number and throw them when we’re done in a garbage bin specially designed for confidential papers. The computer we used didn’t send us a print failure message, which could mean that the files were sent and printed in a different printer somewhere in the hospital. I didn’t think this was likely, but since we don’t want to get crap for it and some of the files contained very personal information, we didn’t want to risk someone unauthorized picking up the papers in a completely different part of the hospital. After checking a few printers in different rooms, I started to fear that we would have to stay the entire night looking for those missing papers. Luckily they hadn’t been printed elsewhere, we found out after some while that the filing system hadn’t registered the printer when we installed it on the computer. Anyhow, I’m starting to think it’s impossible to go earlier from this job. We get here fifteen minutes earlier basically every day and we’re still usually a bit behind on writing the files. ;P;P;P

Hopefully the update speed here will pick up after next week when my brain has recovered enough.

I have something I’d like to put here about my first day of internship at the clinic, but I think writing about my first patients would probably in some way breach the confidentially law, even if I try to write around everything even remotely sensitive. :’P This is a general update about what it’s like though:

Working with kids doesn’t seem too bad at the moment, possibly because I’ve been able to play a lot of games with them instead of just testing. My mentor is pretty relaxed about evaluating the patient’s speech. With kids you can’t test them like you’d test an adult, they loose patience and get tired really quickly. Most of them are preschoolers, so you adapt the tests to be more playful. Sometimes they are too shy to say much at all, so we just pick out a box of toys and talk and play until they eventually respond.

The less fun part is getting up at 5:45 in the morning. When I was younger I was used to travel an hour to get to school, but since I moved I’ve been spoiled because I live so close to school. The internship is in a different town though. I go 8am – 4pm so I don’t have much energy left for the evenings.;P It’s more fun than I expected though so I think I’ll survive the next weeks.

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