18.12.2010

Hospital life!

Ah, I wonder if there's anyone genuinely and rationally loving it?

Really, no matter how luxurious the conditions, how kind and attentive the staff, how unimportant the disease, can anyone love hospital life?

Everyone I met here couldn't wait to get out. Some of them were really ill, some only had a passing thing, but all of them wanted to go home. To die there :)

I've been told I'm apparently ok but things could turn for the worse any moment and only here I have the things that can keep me alive. At home I could die. Oh noes, teh dramz.

All in all it seems patients and doctors somehow agree on one thing: the place to die is at home, home is where Death comes.

I guess poor silly Death can't keep up and does not update addresses that often. It just can't find you in hospital, nope. It is not on its radar.

Yes, I know I'm morbid, but really, I am not a child. I know people ...die!?! Some old, some young, some rightly so, some deserve it less, but, you know, people die! That's no news.

yeaaaah...what was I writing this for? I don't really know.

Hospital life!

Some might say it is like a vacation. And it could be: I get plenty of rest - what else to do?, no stress, do not think of work or other worldly problems - how could I, I'm isolated in a little bubble. It's just me and my friends: the tiled walls.

But it isn't: I'm surrounded by old people. And by old I mean most of them over 70. I do not know if I've been punished or didn't provide the correct password, but I didn't get into the young and cool people's salon. Nope.

I guess my problem is not hip enough.

Rest and relaxation is such a weird concept. One would think it would suffice to just lie down and do nothing, stare into nothingness, but for most people it is a custom thing.

For me it's music, chat over a cup of coffee with pleasant company, walks, hobbies.

We don't have any of that here. Activity is strictly forbidden unless it's a walk to the toilet.

Here we have thoughts. Maaany thoughts. Most of them creepy, depressing thoughts. And they say attitude is the key!

I want happy thoughts! Please?

ce să vă zic eu astăzi? (partea 1)

...păi nu ştiu!

chestie neinterestantă #1

mi-am schimbat 60% din muzica de pe iPod. Aşa cum ştiţi, e o mare realizare. Căutând o melodie care începe cu S, am trecut prin aproape tot alfabetul şi am văzut asta:

Everybody Here Wants You
Everybody Loves You When You're Dead
Everyone I Love is Dead
Everything Dies

heh heh! cam multă mortăciune ...

Ia să ne uităm la toate cântecele cu mortăciune din playlist:

The Dead, Dead, Waterlily Thing
Døden Nær (Danish for Near Death)
Early Grave
Everybody Loves You When You're Dead
Everyone I Love is Dead
Everything Dies
Love You to Death

hmmm..nu sunt multe. Ok, nu mai e amuzant jocul ăsta ..altceva?

ştii ce am eu în pantofi?

S-o prăpădit Getuţa.
A trăit la mine pe birou fix o lună.
Ultima săptămână a fost o epavă.
Azi am apucat-o de urechi frunze şi s-a desprins uşor de pământul din ghiveci.
Era putrezită toată.
Prea multă apă.
Am văzut şi nişte gândăcei albi mici mititei mişunând pe acolo.
Asta e.
Eu am vrut.
De fapt, nu prea.
Cică i-ar fi plăcut mai mult la răcoare decât în birou la căldură.
Aş fi putut să o iau acasă, aş fi putut să o salvez.
Dar nu am făcut-o.
Nu o urăsc pe Getuţa. Nu am urât-o.
Am vrut doar să nu amestec munca cu ne-munca.
Am greşit?
Acum nu mai pot face nimic.
Am auzit că plantele de genul Getei sunt îndopate cu îngrăşăminte şi substanţe să crească şi să înflorească repede, să îmbogăţească ţiganii care le vând la început de Martie.
Deci oricum era sortită morţii, anormală fiind.
Poate de fapt i-am făcut un serviciu.
Mai ştii?