Archive for March, 2011

This is a short movie I found today. Tragically hilarious and disturbing:


school things

Posted: March 31, 2011 in Personal Life, School
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I’m studying sign language again at school. I took a course in Swedish sign language three years ago and I still remember some stuff, but I’ve hardly used it since. After today’s lessons I know how to sign “I love my tiny, cheeky, nude, beige cat”.

I found out yesterday that I’ve been placed in a desolate little town an hour outside Stockholm for my next internship. I have to be there for three weeks, and probably live in some type of hostel during that time. On the bright side, it’s right by the coast and the internship is during the middle of may to the beginning of June, which is nice.

I sometimes feel like the teachers at my school are too kind when they grade us. Occasionally, like during the last assignment, they were very picky and asked some students to correct their work 5 times before they were satisfied. I figured since the last exam was pretty tough more people would fail than usual, but it turns out only 2 out of 30 did. I’m not a person who is overly ambitious and I haven’t gotten great grades on exams until now, which is why I think the teacher was ridiculously nice when she corrected my newest exam and gave me 50 points out of 54. The hell? I did study more than usual to this exam, but I’m still a bit of a slacker who definitely shouldn’t get almost full score.

My sister called me at 4:40am this morning. She and some friends had taken a taxi to my dad’s place after being out clubbing, when she realized that she didn’t have any keys. My dad is still in Spain so there was no one home. I had to get up from bed, turn on the computer and see if there was any bus that would get her here instead. There wasn’t one for another hour, so she and one of her friends to another taxi to get here. I was awake until they arrived round 5:30 am to make sure they got here. ;’P Then I went to bed and slept until 9:30am.

I went shopping today and got two books, one by Scarlett Thomas (“Our tragic universe”) and My Stroke of Insight by Jill Bolte Taylor. I’m not sure why I keep reading Scarlett Thomas’ books. I thought “The end of Mr Y” was entertaining, and I like her characters, but I’m disappointed in the unrealistic and cheesy relationships they get into (and the things that happens because of these relationships). Also, she writes about homoeopathy as if it worked, which is a big minus. I otherwise like the plots and the characters personalities and backstories.

My Stroke of Insight was on my previous course literature list, but I didn’t get it until now. Our school doesn’t believe in telling us to buy 3 books and then making an exam based on these 3 books; they hand us 3-4 pages long lists of recommended reading and let us decide for ourselves which ones sounds appropriate. Since my internship at the stroke unit just ended, I can finally read some neurology just for fun and not for school.

I got another hole in my upper left ear. I now have *counts* 10 piercings on my body, if you count ears. The piercing guy helped me put in some new jewellery in the two upper holes in my right ear as well; it’s two ordinary rings. I used to have rods there, and they get in the way a lot because they’re so long. Me and piercer guy had a bit of a misunderstanding. He asked me to choose between two types of rings, one smaller and one bigger. I picked the bigger, and he tried to put them in and fumbled around a lot. It was quite painful at times. Eventually, after maybe 10 minutes, he told me that “I can put these in, but I’m going to have to push them through because it’s a 1.6 in size and your previous jewellery is 1.2. I can do it, but it’s going to be painful. Are you sure you don’t want the smaller ones?” When I picked the rings I hadn’t looked carefully so I didn’t realize he meant “bigger” as in thicker and not bigger radius. Ouchies.

Internship #2

Posted: March 16, 2011 in Uncategorized
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I started my internship for the neurology course this week. I finished day 3 today. Besides seeing patients we were at a meeting for SLPs treating aphasia. One of my classmates is working at the same clinic, and since it’s in Stockholm we’re both living at my dad’s place… which means we’re practically spending all our time together as we sleep in the same room. It’s a good thing that we have similar personalities, because it could be straining otherwise.

I can’t write much about the patients we’ve been seeing, as I’m terrified of breaking some sort of confidentiality (which I’ve heard has happened to students and doctors who blogged or posted on facebook about their patients). When meeting a person with aphasia you can’t laugh at them when they say something strange, which is surprisingly hard. Most of the patients so far has a form of aphasia where they can’t hear that they’re saying nonsense, but one man that we met was fully cognitively intact except for the aphasia, so he mostly *knew* he was saying something wrong but was unable to correct himself. At one point he came  close to saying a really crude, vulgar word when he meant to say something perfectly innocent, at which point I practised my “warm, understanding” smile when on the inside I wanted to indulge in childish giggling.

Here’s a photo of me disinfecting my hands in my scrubs:

studying :P

Posted: March 8, 2011 in Personal Life
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Studying like a mad woman for the exam the day after tomorrow. Took a break today to go to a lecture by Torbjörn Tärnsjö, a Swedish philosopher in Medical Ethics. The lecture was about death and euthansia, well worth the time. I like to think my old philosophy teacher would’ve been proud. I even dared to ask a question (it was a close call) and he didn’t seem to think that it was a stupid question. Now I’m in the liberary, where I plan to be until it closes at 9pm.