28.7.07
holy cameltoe!!!!
wake up 6:30, its just inhuman
morning round 7:30, with Kollar, the good doctor is really watching me, all the time...no way of escaping that practise
thoracotomy 8:30 until forever...nice anasthesiologist, even nicer surgeons, pretty cool stuff actually
TB...study, the usual hanging out with my Danula
saying good bye to Chubaka and crying my eyes out...guess it was tears for all the friends that left, it just hit me like hell and I lost the cool...just felt so SAD and lonely and like life is ending and friends and friends are leaving...felt confused about the next steps...what about this and that?
planing to go to LSB and have an afternoon drink og cheery up and ending up in Ibolya with a Martini Bianco (thats a "check" right there...Ibolya in the afternoon = check)
letting Attilla massage the hell out of me, bend me like a prezel, crack me back and forward...am obviously stressed, my back looks and feels like "Rís" chockolate, full of knots here and there..painful ones
go home and cry more...call my sister for a hug and the cry more, even in the shower, that real bad sign ;)
go to a birthday party full of "staying the summer in Debrecen" crowd, ending up enjoying myself with laughs and drinks, party stuff I suppose
going sailing, five people in small small small plastic boat called "The Debrecen Cruiser aka. The Holy Cameltoe" on the Kossuth Fountain
seriously...it was a moment I will never forget, there we were, all happy, five people snuggled together, rowing back and forward on that fountain, underneith the stars, Kossuth building all lit up, Hungarians making out on the benches in the park, singing Rod Stewart songs and just living and loving it
(the good fountain, in daylight...)
and today, I feel good again, no more tears...at least not ones of sadness and confuson, some happy tears perhaps
I am such a lucky girl, the things Ive done, the people I know and love, all the oppertunities I have
not to be happy would be the biggest shame
morning round 7:30, with Kollar, the good doctor is really watching me, all the time...no way of escaping that practise
thoracotomy 8:30 until forever...nice anasthesiologist, even nicer surgeons, pretty cool stuff actually
TB...study, the usual hanging out with my Danula
saying good bye to Chubaka and crying my eyes out...guess it was tears for all the friends that left, it just hit me like hell and I lost the cool...just felt so SAD and lonely and like life is ending and friends and friends are leaving...felt confused about the next steps...what about this and that?
planing to go to LSB and have an afternoon drink og cheery up and ending up in Ibolya with a Martini Bianco (thats a "check" right there...Ibolya in the afternoon = check)
letting Attilla massage the hell out of me, bend me like a prezel, crack me back and forward...am obviously stressed, my back looks and feels like "Rís" chockolate, full of knots here and there..painful ones
go home and cry more...call my sister for a hug and the cry more, even in the shower, that real bad sign ;)
go to a birthday party full of "staying the summer in Debrecen" crowd, ending up enjoying myself with laughs and drinks, party stuff I suppose
going sailing, five people in small small small plastic boat called "The Debrecen Cruiser aka. The Holy Cameltoe" on the Kossuth Fountain
seriously...it was a moment I will never forget, there we were, all happy, five people snuggled together, rowing back and forward on that fountain, underneith the stars, Kossuth building all lit up, Hungarians making out on the benches in the park, singing Rod Stewart songs and just living and loving it
(the good fountain, in daylight...)
and today, I feel good again, no more tears...at least not ones of sadness and confuson, some happy tears perhaps
I am such a lucky girl, the things Ive done, the people I know and love, all the oppertunities I have
not to be happy would be the biggest shame
