I have a confession to make...
I have a confession to make. It's been taken a while for me to accept it myself, but I am really happy that I have!
I have an addiction. It is something that is very common here in Manipal, and most of the students takes it. It is very easy to get, and fairly cheep as well. It has helped me alot during the most intensive study periods, and I don't know what I would have done with out it...........
..I just can't stop eating those sweet tasting MENTOS!!!:D It has become my addiction. Everytime I go to the library I just have to bring a small package of Mentos..
And the the worst of all... I don't know how to stop this dangerous addiction!!


To remember me - I will live forever
We talked about "Care of dying" today; a really interesting topic, indeed! And our teacher held really good classes about the topic. I only wish my classmates whould have seen that as well and shown more respect by keping their mouth closed when she was talking...!! Sadly that is nothing that is taken for granted all the time..:/ 
Anyway, she told us a beautful poem that I just had to share:)
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital; busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain.

Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain agianst her window.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil.

Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever."
/ Robert N. Test


Learning by doing
Yesterday I visited a friend who had been in a motorcycle accident. He was driving to fast  and a bus that he thought was going to stand still suddenly started to drive,...and BANG. 
He didn't get any fractures, but both legs got wounds and of cours he was in a lot of pain.
I remember my short visit at the medical ward one day where most of the clients had fractures after an motorcycle accident.
I am mostly angry with my friend. He didn't follow the trafic rules, just like everyone els doesn't do. He has himself to blame, and I just hope that he learned something from this!!


Practical exam
Today I could have taken another shower with my uniform on.. But I wouldn't have the efford to do the washing afterwards..
I did my practical exam today, and the exam was like this:
We got to know which client we was going to take care of first in the morning. After that we got an hour to perform the physical examination, do the history collection and with the information we gathered write full care plane based on three nursing diagnosis. And after that we got three hour to provide whatever care the client was needed.
The K3-ward got invaded by eight nursing students at 8am, and during the most intensive time I believe five people was doing bed bath at the same time. I can't explain what kind of chaos we created when everyone was running here and there to bring the articles, provide privacy, being tensed, not finding the gloves, where the ward kept the clean sheets etc.
And who do you think shows up in the middle of the chaos if not the doctors going for their round, which forced us to stop our procedures, remove whatever things that could be in the way when they arrived and made us stay and wait for almost 45 min until we could go back and provide the care.
After three hours our teacher came up to each of us and gave "VIVA's", which means they would ask questions about our client and related questions about our clients condition.
I got good critisism from my ward teacher about my performance in the ward during our three weeks, and who decided to give me 34 marks out of 36!
And now I am just so happy that our five weeks of clinicals is over, making it a little bit easier to try to focus on my finals...  what is coming up in less than four weeks...:S:S


Seconds away from letting a teardrop fall down my cheek...
Okey, yesterday I almost started crying...
My classmate Priya and I was going to help a "home nurse" (and am putting "home nurse" in between two "..." because she's acutally not a nurse, but an 18 year old girl) by changeing the diaper of a bedridden client. Since we came to the ward, three weeks ago, this client have only been lying in a supine position. And since she is bed ridden and doesn't have the ability to change positions by herself in the bed she is lying on a "water mattress".
The thing with these water mattresses I've seen at this hospital is that there is no differences between these mattresses and the floating mattress we take to the pool a hot summer day. By this you can simply tell that this "water mattress" won't do a shit to prevent bedsoars.
But to tell that to a 18 year old "home nurse" and to make her understand what needs to be done instead is more difficult than you think since I first had to explane it to my classmates and convince Them so that They could explain it to the girl. But each time I ask them to do explain something to a client we end up discussing principles of bedmaking or something.
So, we was going to help her (and giving a helping hand to the client by assisting her with diaper change is a very rare thing for nurses to do, which am very sorry to tell, but that's the case..:( )
And when we turned the woman to the side you could clearly see the red spots on ther back, begining of bed soars, and her skin was very fragile and flaking all over her body.
The "home nurse" was rushing through the diaper change as is all was a competition, and I told her several times to slow down, and even removed her hand so I could continue. She didn't even dry the buttocks, but instead took the oil and sweaped it over the  back and just moved around the dirt.
I got so angry, sad and frustrated at the same since I don't know how to say what I want to tell in kannada (the local language).
I was swollowing my tears as I looked at the woman in the bed. It is not the first time I've seen that kind of care being provided. And this is what could happen when the clients is being taken care of their relatives. Half of them are doing a wounderful work! But to see how the other half is being treated gives me stomach acke...
The nurses working there have their ass full of paperwork, answering the phone that doesn't want to stop ringing, kissing the doctors butt, administer medicine, signing all the books, keep count of all the articles that is being used, answering clients questions, welcome new admissions,..
..You tell me nursing is not a nobel work, and I'll make you into mashed potato....


I don't know why, but for some reason I've started to cry everytime I see the performance of the song "Euphoria" that is being performed with sign-languages by children!! The song was performed during the opening ceremony on ESC that is now going one in Malmö, Sweden!!:)
I usually don't put much interest into this music competition, but I guess being away from home makes typical swedish things much more important to implement for trying to be a part of things that is happening in your country when you're gone. And of course because it's in Malmö...
Sweet dreams:)


What's up?!
"What's up" application, is not working for some umbelivable reason,.. But I take that as a good thing since my practical exam is coming up, and that am able to install is once againg after am done with my exam;)


What a wounderful sunday:)
This sunday have been a really nice one, I must say:)
The morning started with a nice breakfast with the girls, four hours of psychology studying that turned into physiology studing. Washed my uniforme, had two really pleasant"skype -dates" and later a "dinner date", and finally another two hours at the library!
But F*k I miss Malmö... This weekend the Eurovision Song Contest started in my city I used to live in, and there will be so many happenings going on next week. People from all over Europe is going to be there for the competition. And of course we all cross our fingers for our sweet, little star Robin Stjernberg!! The final is on 18th of May, and I'll do my best to try to stay up and watch it.. It means that I have to stay up to three-four in the morning. So yea, we'll see about that...;)
And today it's exactly one month till our final exam starts, and I started to read my psychology yesterday. I believe psychology is my worst nighmare. Because It doesn't matter how many times I read the text in the textbook, It seams as what I read doesn't want to stay in my head...!!
Hugging my pilow, and will let the last week of clinicals soon be starting...


What about a shower?
After todays clinics I  was sweating like nothing before, and tired. And when I got home I went straight to the shower with my uniform on!! I was going to wash the clothes anyway so why not just start right away if you're way to lasy to take them off....;)
 Today I got to give another insulin injectio, and yea It went much better. But there are still some shivering while giving it...


I jumped out of bed at 5.30 in the morning and was soo angry on myslef for have been sleeping for too long in the morning..:/ Today I had my "OSPE" (Objective Structured Procedure examination) in the morning. And I guess it went quite well! Just the thought of how many procedures we have learned during the whole year that had to be remembered for this day was kind of scarry...:S But as my group where the last one to do the "OSPE" we tried to keep us uppdated about what type of procedures our classmates had done to know what type of procedures that might be pending for our group to perform;)
After our procedure our teacher asked me to stay, and I ended up as a "lab rat" for three hours where 12 of my classmates had to do abdominal assessment. And I can assure you that I didn't get any "abdominal massage" during that three hours... But It was also very interesting to see how 12 people ended up doing 12 different types of abdominal assessments even if our teachers only have showed us ONE way of assessing;) And yea, I understand the frustration that must be present with the teacher when she see all her students performe in any other manner than the correct one...
I went back to the hospital after lunch and got to see an procedure where the doctor was doing a peritoneal fluid aspiration from a client with a major ascites (fluid collection in the abdominal cavity).
And I am not lying if I saw 2 liters of fluid mixed with blood being collected in a lemonade bottle from a well known soft drink company.
While we stood there watching the procedure my classmate Priya wispered to me that she thought the blood colletion looked like watermelon juice. And the more I thought of what she had just told me the more I smiled. And finaly I just couldn't hold back and wanted to laugh. So I tried to leave the ward as descrete as I could so they wouldn't see my laughter. And I hope they really didn't.. in a situation where  a woman i lying in her bed with a lot of pain and fluid being drained from her abdomen...!!
Another fun story to tell.... My friend INGRID is having a BABY in AUGUST!!!!:):) Sooo amazing Girl, and I am soo happy for you both!!


Friends around the world
During my Euroup trip 1½ years ago (OMG can't believe it was that long time ago..) I met many people that will forever be a part of wounderful memories. I added some of the people on FB; and a few o f them I would concider be my friend!
One of the persons I met was Scott. A guy who had been roaming around working at different wineries around in Euroup.
We stayed at the same hostel in Frankfurt, Gremany. But unfortunately I could only stay for one night, as I had to take the train home before my train ticket would expire. I remember I thought to myself why I had met this person on the laaaast day of my journey?! I soo would have wanted to spend some more time...  
My first impression of Scott was that he was a down to earth person with an awesome sense of humour. I also admired his healthy way of looking at life as he just kind of went the way the wind was taking him. Or, maybe more corect, where he could find work to be able to follow his dream!   
After 1 ½ year of some FB-ing we finaly had our first skype date two days ago! A really nice skype I would say where I from now on hoping to receive a real letter from Australia;)
While I am sitting in a hostel room in India and being so far away my memories about happenings that I have shared together with friends are one of the greatest things that make me smile:)
Love you guys:)


India in a nutshell...
This is India:
So I payed for my "coffee on the rocks" (that didn't turned out to be "coffee on the rocks" at all, so typical...) and was going to get back a change of 5 Rs when the instead offered a package of "5Rs Orbit chewing gum". Thinking that 5Rs is not much, I said no to his offer and thought of leaving when he again insisted, and I took the Orbit and left. On my way home I noticed that half of the box was empty... You owe me three chewing gums, dude!!:D
I bought some syringes today for practise withdrawal ect. But stay calm.. I won't inject anything els but oranges;)