Look at me, I´m creative and drinking latte!
If you wait for more than an hour at the hospital you get the meeting with the doctor for free.
FYI.
(I had an appointment at 09:00 to get the results for my MRI back. At 11.45 I got to see a doctor. I like waiting. That´s ok. She calls me in to her office, and I sit down. And the doctor asks: “So, what seems to be the problem?” ……… What? Whaaat? What seems to be the problem??? YOU are the problem. You keep me waiting for 3 hours, and you don´t even know that my knee is injured. I told her that I am here to get the results from my MRI. And I smiled. I don´t mind doctors that don´t know anything.”MRI? What MRI?” She starts looking through her papers, and then trough all the folders on her computer. “No, sorry I can´t find any MRI-results.” What? Whaaaat? I stopped smiling. I stopped smiling, and made som suggestions on where she could look for them. Out in the mailbox. In the office next door. In the hospital reception.”Ok, I´ll look for them, but you will have to wait for a while, because it´s time for the next patient now.”
Half an hour later a different doctor comes in, and she found my MRI-results. “So, you´re ligament is torn, and your meniscus is ripped. Here you have the MRI-cd, and we will send you an appointment for a meeting with a surgeon. Good bye!” …. I mentioned that maybe I should have physiotherapy as well. “Ohhh, yes of course you need physiotherapy,” she replied before she gave me a referral and walked me out.)
At least I didn´t have to pay.
My blog might behave stupid sometimes. But that´s ok. I behave stupid sometimes. Like when I decide to play basketball before fixing my missing ligament. At least I get to spend a lot of quality time at the hospital with my roommate Maggie.
The doctor last thursday told me that I should come back on tuesday morning so I could do an MRI. So I came back on tuesday morning. After sitting in the waitingroom for 3 hours with the local retirement-club a doctor finally came out. She didn´t seem to care about me or Maggie, so we asked her what was going on with my MRI.
“- Sorry, we don´t do MRI´s here,” she replied.
What? Whaaaat? As it turned out, the doctor last thursday had not referred me to an MRI. She had referred me to a doctor that would refer me to an MRI. After getting the referral I had to limp my way all the way to the MRI-place, to set up an appointment for MRI. Go bureaucracy! 
I finally made it to MRI the next evening, and I survived! Since this is my fourth time in an MRI machine the last year I know the drill. Don´t wear metals, don´t move, don´t talk….. But right before the guy turned on the machine, he looked at me with a really serious look on his face, and said: “- Whatever you do, do not wiggle your toes!” I had no intention of wiggling my toes, but as the machine started taking pictures of my knee that was all I could think about. DON´T WIGGLE MY TOES!! DON´T WIGGLE MY TOES!! DON´T WIGGLE MY TOES!! DON´T WIGGLE MY TOES!!
I wiggled my toes…….
I did it again.
A long, long time ago, it might have been in March last year, I had a little accident when I was skiing in Austria. Hurt my knee a bit. My back ligament was stretched, the front ligament was torn off, and I cracked the tibial plateau. (The top of the bone under the knee)
Since then I´ve been waiting for surgery. But I didn´t get any. And I was tired of waiting, feeling good, and anxious to start doing sports again. I was invited to play some basketball with a couple of guys, and the first half hour was a lot of fun. I was running to get the ball, but since I dont have a ligament my knee does not know how to behave, and the moment i reached down my knee decided to twist it self what felt like 360 degrees and make some really nasty sounds.
Before I know it, I´m having a good time at the hospital with a couple of icebags on my knee, doing tricks in a wheelchair.
Go gb!
I´ve got a million things to do, but I´m not doing any of them. I need to think of a brilliant idea for the businessplan I have to write before I go to Singapore. I have to prepare a presentation for Rosenborg football club. I have to start working on my bachelorassignment for the Pstereo festival. I have to arrange for the roadtrip to Denmark I´m doing in the end of the month. I have to study for the marketingexam I should have taken in December, that I´m doing in February instead. I have to call the chief of Water and Construction in Eidfjord city to make them fix the water at our cabin ; I just got a text message from my dad, saying that “We will survive without the water for a while more, but the snow up here is getting old and dirty, so we might get sick if we keep melting it for drinks.” I don´t have the books I need for my class tomorrow morning yet. I haven´t read the chapters I should for Ethics-class. I´m going to work in one hour.
BUT I DON´T CARE, because I am listening to music and thinking about all the amazing people in my life!
This is one of them.
Drinking day #4. Hungover. Don´t remember a single thing after drinking ahoy-shots on my bedroom floor with the french guy. I would look at pictures to remember more, but my camera is gone. Have you seen my camera?
If we go back a couple of days, to the morning after drinking day #2, I was woken up by a phone call from the capital. I left it ringing for a while, I thought it was someone selling something. I don´t want to buy anything, so I didn´t pick it up. But it kept ringing, so I eventually picked it up. I was too tired to say “hello”, so it turned into a “hhhmmhh.”
If we go back a couple of months, I applied to something called “Gründerskolen.” According to their homepage they are :
“The award winning Norwegian Entrepreneurship program (Gründerskolen) is a Norwegian academic cooperation programme involving all the universities and several university colleges in Norway … The Norwegian Entrepreneurship programme is divided into three parts, and offers students the opportunity to gain first-hand experience of entrepreneurship by working as an intern within a hightech start-up company overseas.”
This morning, after drinking day #2, when I picked up the phone and made a “hhhmmhh-”sound instead of saying hello, a woman from this program called.
- We would like to accept you as a student in our program.
- What? Whaaat?
- Yes….
So there I go. I´m doing an internship abroad this summer. Is Singapore a country or a city?
I surrender. I give up. I cease resistance. I abandon myself. I relinquish. I yield to the wishes of the world. I lay down my arms. I forfeit, cede and concede. I capitulate!!!
When I have chocolate or other candy I put them in a box. I save them. I think to myself that this is necessary ; one day I will want this candy more than I want it right now.
When I have coupons for free drinks in a bar, I don´t use them, I carry them around, thinking that one day I will need these coupons.
I put all my money on a savingsaccount back home on Iceland, thinking that I would spend them in the future.
Before I know it, I have been saving the candy for so long that living creatures start developing themselves from it. The coupons for free drinks have expired. The Icelandic bank doesn´t exist anymore.
As long as I can remember I have struggled to spend as little as possible. I have been saving time and money since I was two years old. I spent the last night unable to move in my bed because my room was holding a temperature of 5 degrees. My lotion that had been in a bag on the floor was practicly frozen solid. Every inch I repositioned I came to regret because it led my legs and arms over on unheated parts of my bed. Every attempt to fall asleep was followed by a longing for morning, because I knew that I could get out of my room and get dressed… I was so cold I was not able to get out of bed to get an extra blanket. But enough I say…
This might be me in the snow, but this is actually what it feels like in my bed.
I will eat my candy, I will use my coupons for free drinks, and I will spend my money on heating. I no longer care about the electricity bill, I can´t stand this cold appartment anymore. Enough…
This might not be our livingroom, but it feels like it.
Every single heating appliance in the appartment is turned on to the highest level. I can sleep without worrying that my toes will fall off. I will no longer shiver as I spread butter on the bread in the morning. I wont catch a cold every time I step out of the shower.
I surrender:
The heat is on!!
