Mar. 12th, 2008
My mother just called. She was in Egypt for a week and just arrived home again.
A bit later than expected because she had to make a plane do a stopover in Rome on the way.
(Nothing exciting, just a sick passenger, the dreaded question "Is someone here a doctor" and her bad luck that had no one else on board volunteer. I'm just easily amused. And weirded out by what she told me was contained in the emergency kit on board. MCP? Tablets? 250 ml G5%? Ok, terbutalin I can see, but no furosemide or nitro? Very strange.)
Also, hi, I'm still alive, as my constant rambling on twitter and facebook can attest for. For once I'm home the whole day during my free weeks and not at the clinic. Mostly because I'm trying to get the literary review part of the diss finished before Prof. Blub kills me. I'm also trying to figure out what I'm going to do with my life should I manage to finish with the diss this year. Elaborating on that will require an entry for itself though.
For now, over and out.