4 posts tagged “parents”

Operation on the 25th.

I went to the doc today, with the knee, to get my third strike at cortisone. He used a lot of the words you don't want to hear coming from your doctor while he is examining you, like "worrying" and "unwanted development". There are, in my book, only a few that he left out, but I guess there's plenty of room for "oops!" and "amputation" in the OR.

I got my operation time upstairs from the OR, or "The Cutter", as they call it. The operation coordinator was a lovely nurse who gave me the first time they had, at 8 am so I wouldn't have to not eat for too long. I felt like I needed to tell her a few things too, so there'd be no surprises.

"You know my dad, right? And how he is very calm and together?"

"Yeah?"

"I didn't inherit that. I'm going to go completely apeshit when I come here"

"Oh don't worry, most young women your age are a bit hysterical. We'll give you meds up ahead to calm you down, and when we have everything attached to you we can just keep on pumping it in. All you need to do is tell us when ever you feel anxious and with you being so tiny we can probably keep it coming until you pass out."

I like her. Wouldn't you?

It should be a breeze, and I'll be skipping around on crutches about 3 weeks from there on. And since a vacuum cleaner is not a crutch, there'll be a lot of dust bunnies greeting Sami when he gets home. But that's not bad because how could anything called bunnies be unwanted, right?

I'm still trying to work things out. Since I will have to have an adult to escort me from the hospital, and Sami is nowhere to be seen, I'll probably spend the rest of that week with my parents, but I'll have to come home no later than sunday to water my plants. And then it'll be a week before Sami comes home. I can't stay longer with my parents because I'll have to take the train to Turku for the operation. I gathered driving would be kind of a big no-no 4 days after the operation, so I can only stay for as long as I have things I can carry back while balancing on 2 sticks.

On the second week, I'm pretty sure I can drive myself to the supermarket. If I don't tell anyone about it. I figured I'll go about my shopping so that I'll give the shopping cart a big shove, then skip behind it on my crutches while praying it doesn't collide with one of the more expensive displays of glassware.

See?! Flawless plan!

I feel a little bit guilty about all of this though. And when I called my boss, she helped me out by groaning about how this will increase the work-load of all of my colleagues. Great. I feel guilty enough when I have a cold, but now I am solely responsible for causing at least 5 burnouts at work because someone is getting paid to slice me up just for my own, selfish pleasure.

It's not like I've warned them since march that something like this might come up eventually.

And still, the guilt is there. But most of all, I feel really happy, because I turned in my thesis today, in complete book-form (more on that some other time), and even though the language advisors can still make it crash and burn, a good nights sleep would be the perfect graduation gift.

I'd just like to take this moment, to share with you all, how incredibly convenient it is to have a Dad that works like an encyclopedia on all things concerning life. Especially in career-related matters. Dad really knows everything about how people can get screwed over and how to avoid it.

He is like career-Moses, standing in the middle of the ocean that is my huge job-related issues and questions, calmly waving his legislation-wand, going "Can't touch this".

Thus, also being the MC Hammer of careers, but Moses sounds a lot better.

You know it's monday when you're already late and you have to scrape the windows of your car because they're all iced up. After that you get in the vehicle, wonder why you still can't see  a damn thing, and remember: right, you didn't scrape the insides of the windows yet.

Some of you may know what time it is (no, it's not time to get buckwild. Flavor Flav!)

I'd like to do something different this time. I'd like to dedicate this day to someone else who I think deserves it.

To Mom & Dad:

Thank you. Mom and Dad, for the wonderful job you've done. I'd like to thank you for your excellent parenting abilities. Especially during the first years, when I was helpless and totally dependent of you. It's not always a given thing that parents don't harm their children by acting stupid, or just by not being able to even take care of themselves. So thank you for being the responsible parents that you were, and still are, and not ever abandoning any of us or doing us any harm. Thank you for the games, the times we played. For all the chocolate monster-cakes, parties and times when we could bring a million other five-year-olds home to play with us.
Dad, thanks for teaching me how to swim and having the sense to channel my energy into this hobby. It's given me countless years of joy, and an understanding of meditative sport. Thanks for all the times both you and Mom came to see me compete, where ever in the country that may have been. Thanks for sending me abroad to do the same thing by myself. For the encouragement.

To you both, for always forcing us to do our homework, I finally see the point in it all. For all the family-dinners you insisted we'd all share. For all the rules, for forbidding me to do so many things. Thus giving me the feel of excitment doing all these forbidden things.

For not letting me pierce my face or get a tattoo as a minor. And for not hating any of my boyfriends. There was never anything to hate, but you guys know how it is. For caving in when it was crucial, and for always being there for us. For disapproving of my Major Plans For Life, an thus teaching me to always come prepared with lots more than a vision.

Thanks Dad, for being the Voice Of Reason.
Thanks Mom, for the hugs and for telling me it's okay to not always listen to the Voice Of Reason.

And to all you others, to make this not just a post for my parents, I'd like to encourage you to check out Joni's hilarious plan for how to use Ben&Jerry in babe hunting.

P.S. Lies you can let go now. I passed!

For the last few days I've noticed we live so far out in The Woods that I can't even post anything on Vox whenever I want to. I don't have anything to say every day, but talk about living far out.....

Since my birthday is stalking me just around the corner, I thought I'd tell you a few things you may, or may not, know about me. You may or may not also be interested in any of these things but that's just the beauty about blogs. I get to write about things up close and personal: Me!

I'm a Libra/Scorpio, since I'm born on a day that is constantly either the last day of getting to be a Libra, or the first one of being a Scorpio. Usually I just pick the horoscope that promises more money and tall, dark & handsome men. Although I've had a person look me straight up and down and declare me a Scorpio. Good enough for me!

Being a native of the bilingual Finland, I am bilingual. Though not Finnish-Swedish even if both of my native tongues are finnish and swedish. Noone of my family has ever come to this country from Sweden. The fennomaniacs of the early last century made it illegal for immigrants to participate in teaching in finnish schools, and so a swedish school was the only option. That's how we all got mixed into this soup.

Not being by any means swedish, I am still a mix-up of nationalities. A lot of me is Finnish, a lot Karelian, about 1/4 Italian, with just a dash of German. I don't speak any German apart from what I'm trying to teach myself at the University, and the only thing Italian about me is my huge nose.

I have 6,5 piercings. the 0,5 is one in my ear that has grown shut on one side but is still open on the other. The rast are in my ears and one in my bellybutton.

I have also enjoyed the oh-so-trendy-scarification. By (apparently) being the first one in the world who has a jaw that tends to dislocate and then start growing shut, I've had the pleasure of undergoing 2 operations. Both to the head. This has resulted in a total of 23 stitches, of which 22 are located on the right side of my face. The scar is about 15 cm, so all you people scaring tiny heartagrams on your arms can suck it. I have to admit that the surgeon was so talented that you can't even see the scar unless I tell you it's there. And half of it is covered now that the hair's grown back. Which brings us to the next point:

I've been partially bald. I've also had short hair, long hair, seriously long hair, stupid hair, boy hair and funny hair. I've had hair in every color except blonde. I liked dark purple or flaming red most, but my Mom thought I looked like and easter witch.

I speak finnish, swedish, english, trying to learn Deutsch. I also know a few signs of the finnish sign language. And it being finnish, I know a lot of swear words, including two ways to sign F***. Ok, so one is F*** as in the actual reproductive organ, the other is F*** You. Not the international version though, it's a lot more subtle. And I'm sure no other sign language has put so much effort into its curses.

I'm, at times, extremly hyperactive. I get restless if I don't have anything to do.

I'm a huge flirt. Which comes in handy because The Woods, where we live, Is a military area. I constantly have to remind me I'm probably a few years older than the little boys running around because of their compulsory 1-year military service.

I have the biggest uniform fetish. It's huuuuuuge.

I love Roman Schatz . I think he's just the sexiest piece of german gluteus maximus there is. Even before he was on "dances with the stars". Thank God he couldn't dance because that would've totally destroyed his hot macho bear-image (might be it's all in my head). Roman Schatz is like Sean Connery. They're both incredibly sexy although they're pushing 400. Call me!

I've never had a nickname because my actual name is so short. People tend to call me by my last name, because Finns like to pronounce r:s and k:s. They're the Manly Letters.

My fiancée (gay word) calls me Honey. Since I'm the kind of person who could live on hugs (and chocolate) alone, I love any kind of attention. Although I must admit, Blueberry Pantie is seriously starting to grow on me too.

As you've probably guessed, narcissism is no stranger to me. I think a healthy dose of it would do us all good. Thinking you're the prettiest, best, sexiest, most talented or whatever does show. There is a line between "healhty" and "ridiculous" though. I hope I don't cross it.

I don't enjoy spending a lot of time alone. I like to hang out with my friends, and I'm still stunned there are people who stand out with me for extended periods of time.

I'm currently studying for a second degree at University. I'm a Bachelor(ette) of Pharmacy, and currently I'm studying to be a Master of Sciences in Economics.

I used to practice competetive swimming. Other sports I've tried include handball, kung fu, kickboxing. I've also played the piano as a kid. Nowadays my hobbies include diving with The Future Husband, and sometimes getting of the couch. Not too much though, it's hard work!

As opposed to many girls, and an increasing number of men: I can't stand cider. Blah. Beer is liquid bread, It's good for me. Other than cider, I don't usually "spit in the glass" (don't know if it's an international saying), and my liver is in quite competetive shape.

I have siblings. 2 of them. And a parental unit.

I also have asthma, so that rules out the pets.

And smoking. Nowadays.

I hate horror films because I'm too much of a pussy to look at them without losing my nights sleep. I also try to stear clear of the Finnish films because they're just incredibly bad. Iäve watched Rukajärven Tie (the road to Rukajärvi), a film about the war between Finland and Russia and that was an exception. The last Finnish film I've seen is the one Sami had a part in. It's called Haaste Taistelusukeltajaksi - Combat Divers. It was a documentary made for Yle, a Finnish network, but it was so wildly popular that they made it to a movie. You can catch a glimpse of the first part "Sorsanpojat - Ducklings" here

That's about it, I think.

More if I come up with anything ;)