U bolnici sam. Liječe mi vid i postavljaju dijagnozu koja je malo kompliciranija i šira od problema s vidom, ali o tom ću malo kasnije, u nekom budućem postu.
Ne znam jeste li ikad proveli neko vrijeme u bolnici.
Bolnice i nemaju baš puno novaca, što se vidi na svakom koraku. Ali srećom, odjel na kojem sam ja ima ljudskosti, ima divne sestre i doktore.
I nemaju internet:)
Hoću reći, meni se krasan signal pojavljuje na laptopu, ali nema passa. Jer, naime, netko se zaigrao na društvenim mrežama, pa je cijelom odjelu ukinut pristup netu.
Na terapiji sam kortikosteroidima da prvo riješimo moj vid. Mogla bih reći da mi je soba vintage. Vintage su kreveti, svjetlo, prozor. Meni paše:)
I'm at the hospital. They're healing my eye and diagnosing whatever it is, and it is more complicated then just a problem with sight. But about my diagnosis in some other, future post.
I don't know if you've ever spent some time in the hospital. Hospitals here don't have too much money, but this one I'm at sure does have a lot of humanity, and great nurses and doctors.
And there is no Internet. Actually, there is, but they have been banned due to not obeying to internal rules.
So, I get a lovely signal, but can't access to it.
I'm receiving a corticosteroid therapy for my eye. I could say my room is vintage. The room, the bed, the window, and the view. And I like it:)
I wrote already how taking the blood is the most awful thing for me. And now, after three weeks of different, complicated and not funny exams, I still think the one with blood taking is the worse. I have as many holes as the cheese. Besides, I'm not very smart these days. I've managed to take of the thing in my hand that was connected to infusion and medicine every day, so the nurses had to find another place on me. Of course, all my veins ran away from my body and hid somewhere. Not funny.
So, this is the therapy. Corticosteroids have some mean side effects, so it takes 5 hours every day, drop by drop. I didn't know at first that holding my hand the wrong way can stop dropping, so I spent the first day here receiving the infusion longer then just 5 hours.
Breakfast. A person really can't get fat in here. And although I don't eat such stuff at home, I am so hungry I eat everything. Then I run for a coffee, before the therapy. Speaking of the coffee...
This is my hospital outfit these days. After the breakfast, I ran downstairs to buy me a coffee2go, when a guy stopped me and asked me if I am the nurse in this hospital. Me, in boxer shorts, flip flops, a green pijama with a girl and a cat hanging from my tee, and with bandages on my hands. I immediately went to my room and took a picture to check if any of my eye is working properly. Maybe I don't know what I was wearing at all.
But I looked as I thought, and I have checked it: none of the nurses wear green boxer shorts and such pijamas at work. At least, not in this hospital.
Pozdrav iz bolnice, budite mi živi i zdravi.
Wish you all a good health.