Time to bring this blog back to life!

Okay well, it's been more than a year since I've last posted on this blog. Which is weird since I usually have enough to write about.
But the last couple of months, well years really, I've been having major writers block and could pretty much only find the energy to complain about things.

I've been feeling better lately and so I've decided to try and bring some new life to my blog. It might be stories, it might be just my daily brainfarts or some adventures I've had.

Geluidsoverlast

Vanmorgen was het weer zover. Ik denk al de zesde week achter elkaar dat ik in het weekend word gewekt doordat de buurman, die twee verdiepingen onder mij woont, zijn geluidsinstallatie op standje "ruzie met de buren" heeft staan.
De hardcore schalt door de flat heen, alsof de boxen naast mijn bed staan.

Hoewel het tijdstip nu iets normaler was, niet om 8u 's morgens, is het niet goed voor je nachtrust.

Het is niet te beschrijven wat het met je doet als je elk weekend op zo'n manier wordt gewekt.

Hoewel je genoeg slaap hebt gehad, is alle rust en ontspanning in een klap weg.
Je voelt je alsof je de hele nacht hebt doorgehaald, en daarbij nog de schrik van je leven hebt gehad.
Het maakt je wanhopig en paniekerig.
En niet alleen als je wakker wordt. Ook het idee van weekend geeft geen rust meer. Je gaat al naar bed met het idee, "Als ze morgenochtend maar niet weer die muziek zo hard aan hebben staan!".

Elke week naar beneden lopen en vragen of het zachter mag, gaat ook vervelen. En daarbij ben je dan toch al wakker, dus heeft het geen nut.
Zelf muziek er hard tegenover zetten, heeft ook geen nut. Dat doet de buurman die ernaast woont al elke keer. En die heeft ook een behoorlijke geluidsinstallatie dus op dat moment komt er van twee kanten herrie door de flat geschald.

Het is elk weekend maar hopen dat de buren er niet zijn en die schaarse dagen dat ik wel kan uitslapen ben ik er ook erg blij mee.

Volgend jaar gaat er gerenoveerd worden, en hopelijk is de geluidsoverlast dan minder tot niet bestaand.

**Pff zelfs door mijn eigen muziekdvd, die overigens op een normaal niveau aanstaat, hoor ik de hardcore van de buren.. Ongelooflijk..**

Zoektocht naar warmte (7/9/12)

Donker, koud en kil.
Een dikke muur.
Is het beton?

Donker, koud en kil,
Maar toch veilig en vertrouwd.

Toch dat verlangen,
naar warmte en licht,
naar een ander soort veilig,
een ander soort vertrouwd.

Voorzichting om het hoekje gluren,
kleine beetjes licht zien,
kleine beetjes warmte voelen,
Stapje voor stapje,
ik ben er bijna.

Donker, koud en kil,
Terug op mijn veilige vertrouwde plek,
Het licht bleek een illusie,
de warmte een leugen.

Donker, koud en kil,
ik denk dat ik hier maar blijf.

Why is it, that when I tidy up my house, I always lose things?

Okay, so I'm not the best housewife or anything. Better said, I suck. I'm lazy and I always postpone pretty much anything that has to do with keeping my house tidy.
Whenever my family drops by they are always complaining that I need to get rid of the mess, do the laundry (which I do regularly, but just forget to put the clean laundry in the closet), bladiebla..
But I always find the things I need, okay it might take a little time and a little bit of searching.. But I always find the thing I need.

However... the few times I do tidy up the place it ALWAYS results in me losing stuff. Because when I need something, in the most recent case my login reader for my bankaccount, I CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE!
I'm overturning everything in my house (which ends up being a worse mess than before I cleaned it), and I still can't find the damn thing..

It's frustrating!!!!

Edit - Aug.1st 2011: After about an hour I found the login reader for my bankaccount, only after I'd ordered a new one of course. But this morning I couldn't find my wallet anywhere.. It wasn't on the table, nor in the bags.. And I've used it saturday when I'd found my login reader.. So once again.. Cleaning my house is NOT a good thing..

Surgery is quite an ordeal, I now know from experience...

So, I'd been having some rather annoying symptoms. I went to the doctor and after a couple of tests and check ups they told me I had a cyste and that it needed to be surgically removed.

I had to go to a planners office where I was told that they'd put me on a waitinglist. That's pretty much the easy part...
They gave me a list of questions I had to fill in, and bring with me when I went to see the anesthesist. This list contains questions like 'Do you have trouble breathing', 'Do you have any allergies', 'Do you smoke' etc..

So a week later I go to the appointment. A secretary called my name and brought me to a examining room. There she discussed the questionnaire, checked my bloodpressure and told me the doctor would be there in a couple of moments..
And indeed, the doctor came in after a couple of minutes, wouldn't even been 5 minutes or something.
He checked the questionnaire again, and checked my heartbeat and breathing. After that he made a couple of notes, asked if I had any questions and brought me to another room, where a nurse would ask me some more questions and explain what was going to happen. Or at least, I guess she was supposed to explain.
It took me about an hour and I had to answer shitloads of questions and in the end left the appointment with about as little information as I came in with.. I knew my bloodpressure was good, as were my heart and lungs apparently. And I knew that there hadn't been a date planned yet but that they would give me a call about a week before it would all happen.

After a week or two I decided I'd give the hospital a call, because I'm going on a holiday in July and I didn't want to have to cancel it due to the surgery happening too close to my holiday.
Well the date was set on the 6th of June.. And then the waiting starts..  I'd gotten a couple of information booklets about the surgery and things that happen around that.

And then it was the 6th of June....
I had to be at the hospital at 7.30 in the morning and the surgery was scheduled for about 9.00. I wasn't allowed to eat anything as from midnight the night before and after 7.00 I couldn't drink anything anymore..
When we got to the hospital (my dad was kind enough to escort me, 'cause I was nervous as hell!), we were supposed to go to the admittance desk. There they told me which unit I had to go to.
We arrived at the unit quite easily, which is a miracle because the hospital is an enormous maze!
There a nurse brought me to the room.

So getting to the room, I got to choose which bed I wanted. The nurse gave me the surgery garments (the blue thing with the open back, totally lame surgery socks and the most awefull paper underware ever..) and sat down with me to go through some (more!!) paperwork and explaining some things to me.

When she was finished with the paperwork my dad left and I changed clothes. The nurse came back with the premeds and when I had taken those I went to lie down on my bed and read something.. One of my pre-meds was a tranquilizer because I was so nervous. Quite soon the nurse came with another nurse to bring me to the pre-op room.

This pre-op room is quite scary. For when I was brought in a nurse was filling up a syringe with the biggest needle I'd ever seen.. Luckily it wasn't meant for me! *pfew* However, the nurse at pre-op was having some trouble getting the IV in, so that had to wait. They were all very nice though, or maybe I was just too drugged up to even notice some people not being nice..
At pre-op the surgeon visited me, together with about 4 or 5 assistents. One of them stayed with me to prepare me further for the operation. She helped me get on the operation table and applied the heartmonitor stickers. When she was done she brought me to the OR.
Which is really weird by the way.
Because you're lying there on a bed which is way too narrow to be even remotely comfortable, you're looking at the most boring ceiling ever and they are chitchatting with you about, well.. nothing.
Then you are rolled into a small room next to the OR. In that room you are surrounded by 5 doctors/nurses, not sure what they are. And in my case I had 3 people trying to stick a needle in me, because the IV had to be applied. Off course I didn't mind a thing because I'd been drugged up to relax...

When the IV was finally in, I felt something warm coming through it.. One of the assistens said 'Here's some extra oxygen' and that's all I know...

When I woke up I remember thinking 'so soon?'...