| Journal | Stories | Works | Self | Links | Contact |

Satachrist is...

Currently writing
medical things only

Currently reading
Samuel Shem: Mount Misery
Dr. Helmut Müller: German History


Archives.
12/28/2003 - 01/03/2004 / 01/04/2004 - 01/10/2004 / 01/11/2004 - 01/17/2004 / 01/18/2004 - 01/24/2004 / 01/25/2004 - 01/31/2004 / 02/01/2004 - 02/07/2004 / 02/08/2004 - 02/14/2004 / 02/15/2004 - 02/21/2004 / 02/22/2004 - 02/28/2004 / 02/29/2004 - 03/06/2004 / 03/07/2004 - 03/13/2004 / 03/14/2004 - 03/20/2004 / 03/21/2004 - 03/27/2004 / 03/28/2004 - 04/03/2004 / 04/04/2004 - 04/10/2004 / 04/11/2004 - 04/17/2004 / 04/18/2004 - 04/24/2004 / 04/25/2004 - 05/01/2004 / 05/02/2004 - 05/08/2004 / 05/16/2004 - 05/22/2004 / 05/30/2004 - 06/05/2004 / 06/06/2004 - 06/12/2004 / 07/04/2004 - 07/10/2004 / 07/11/2004 - 07/17/2004 / 07/25/2004 - 07/31/2004 / 08/01/2004 - 08/07/2004 / 08/15/2004 - 08/21/2004 / 08/22/2004 - 08/28/2004 / 09/05/2004 - 09/11/2004 / 10/03/2004 - 10/09/2004 / 10/10/2004 - 10/16/2004 / 10/17/2004 - 10/23/2004 / 10/24/2004 - 10/30/2004 / 11/07/2004 - 11/13/2004 / 11/14/2004 - 11/20/2004 / 11/21/2004 - 11/27/2004 / 01/09/2005 - 01/15/2005 / 01/16/2005 - 01/22/2005 / 01/23/2005 - 01/29/2005 / 01/30/2005 - 02/05/2005 / 02/06/2005 - 02/12/2005 / 02/20/2005 - 02/26/2005 / 02/27/2005 - 03/05/2005 / 03/06/2005 - 03/12/2005 / 03/13/2005 - 03/19/2005 / 03/20/2005 - 03/26/2005 / 03/27/2005 - 04/02/2005 / 04/03/2005 - 04/09/2005 /


This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?

Friday, January 21, 2005
  Bush is dead.

An obituary by Greil Marcus.  13:18



  Drift.

After playing NFS for a while now, I noticed a certain interest about cars. At least in theory. It's a little like the first time you start looking after girls.

As usual it's the curiosities that make me turn my head.

And let no one say there's no room for innovation.  11:37


Thursday, January 20, 2005
  Birthday ironies.

The day began properly: with gifts. At 5:30 am. Pretty woke up with me, handed me two packages and expected me to be cheerful. I failed. Then she kissed me anyway, wished me happy birthday and declared that she'd go back to sleep. Fair enough, I thought, and dragged my body to the bathroom.

After watching the first 15 minutes of the Anathema DVD and having a latte, I accepted reality as it was 'cause it really didn't seem all that bad. I arrived late at work and in turn got the last operations of the day. Brilliant. No, I wouldn't tell anyone that it's my birthday, because that would have been simply... pathetic. It turned out to be the longest day I ever spent in surgery. And it brought my first collapse.

It was some time after 4pm. It was the second op and we were almost through. Pure routine, boring but pleasantly so as I chatted with the chief surgeon (a very nice lady with a melodious voice and a soft ringing laugh). There was a wave of dizziness. Then I felt my puls race and just thought "uh oh, that can't be good". I pumped my leg muscles a little but to no avail. My pulse kept accelerating. Finally I just said "I'm afraid I gotta step away from the table now". She looked at me, her eyes widening and said "get him!" A second later the anaesthesist was laying me down on the floor, continously checking my pulse.

So there I was, on the floor, awake but kinda numb, the emergency room bloke holding my wrist. And all I could think was "I am not the patient, dammit! HE is! I am one of the docs, I'm on your side!", but all I said was: "I'm ok, thank you. Just let me get up, please." Of course for me the op was over. Embarrassing. Very.

The other op-rooms were empty, I left when everyone else was already gone. I told my optician that I couldn't test today since I had no chance to put my contact lenses in. I'd do that tomorrow, promise. My parents invited me for a coffee. And suddenly the good parts started.

The first gift was a Mini Cooper. For a whole week-end! The second was my long awaited new graphic card.

I leaned back, sipped my coffee and thought: "Nice." And that's what I said too: "Just nice."

From then on it just got better. There were congratulation calls and mails, I could play NFS Underground with full detail turned on, and pretty invited me for dinner.

Perfect. I say: let another year come. (No need to hurry though. Really.)
  16:08