Movies to Kill One's Pain While Sick

While at home I couldn't do much - I just felt dizzy from the pain and the pills and often happend to stare at a book
for an hour then put it back on the shelf, taking another one that had the same destiny. The outcome being that I didn't read more
than 20 sentences from 4 different books.
But I was able to see some movies. One can stare at a movie, even without being able to follow the details.
Some things still make sense like: hey I've seen this character 10 minutes ago too - it has to be something about it :).

So what did I watch:

• Snow White and the Huntsman - did I like it? I don't know, I liked the Step Mother
  
  
• Some episodes of Suits - do I recommend it? I don't know, one can see few episodes to make an idea,
  I don't think it does make one addictive comparing to other series I've started seeing.


• Islam - What the West Needs to Know - I do recommend this one, I'm not going to comment as it way above
  my powers for the moment, but I will say that it shaked us both me and my better half.
  You can find it fully on you tube


• Aaaand last but not least Moonrise Kingdom - with 9.4 on rottentomatoes and 8.2 on imdb - I couldn't understand why,
  maybe I was in the dizzy phase, but the song I like and me sure you like 2. ENJOY!

          

Surgical Intervention

Since I have no inspiration what so ever, I'll just share the personal experience.
Two days ago I had my first Surgical Intervention ever. It was a dental one, a bone
augmentation. I was missing two teeth for more than 18 years now and the bone in that
area withdrew. This procedure is for a future dental implant.

I have no clue if it was a difficult operation, I guess it was - it lasted more than 1,5 hours. What I
know is that my doctor told me it happend pretty often that the intervention is
not successful, I felt like fainting couple of times during the surgery, I
didn't like the girl who assisted my doctor, I can't eat, I can't talk, it hearts
when I swallow, it hearts when I spit, today should be the worse day of
them all, then it get's better, my jaw grew huge. I will only find out in couple
of weeks if it's ok or not. If it's ok I have to wait for almost a year to
be able to start the dental implant (which will last 6 months), if it's not
ok, I wait for all this to heal and I start it all over again.

There have to be positive things otherwise I wouldn't have done it. Of course this is a
long term investment. In couple of years I should have better teeth and avoid the
consequences of missing some(although it didn't bother me at all the long term effects
existed)... that's the target. I trust my doctor, during the surgery I though he left
me with the other colleague of his and I panic a little, I opened my eyes and he was
there, every time I felt his body against my head I would get confortable and the
fainting feeling would disappear for a while.

I can only hope this will work out cause I am pretty sure I won't give it another try!

Targoviste City Break

It happens quite a lot to think that I would love to get out of Bucharest, without paying too much, without driving too far. After all these years I found a reasonable solution: Targoviste.

• a nice quiet town
• 80 km from Bucharest
• there's Targoviste's Fortress and Chindia Tower
• a pretty stylish cathedral in the Center of the Town
• Dealu Monastery a restful place with plenty of roses, a picturesque view from the top of the hill to the town
• the old city center which makes feel as being in Prague
• people there seem terribly nice

Another great thing was that we paid 55 Lei for a meal at a restaurant in the old center. It was a very tasty meal and I couldn't finish what I ordered. Very good accommodation in the center can be found at 120 Lei per night. We didn't check if there's any cheaper than that, I believe it is.

Our experience was improved by our scope there. We were there to a wedding where I learnt four different types of traditional romanian dancing. People danced other two that I knew already and another one that was way too difficult.
We were lazy and unprepared so we didn't take any pictures, hence you have the honor of searching yourself, or even better make a city break to Targoviste!

I just noticed the last post was one week after I started the hormons treatment. I am not sure if it's really related or not but since I must continue the treatment all the rest my life I do not plan avoiding writing for that long. At least it seems that I was in a happy mood. That a good sign I guess. I'm not promising that I will constantly add new posts but I can promise I'll try.
Inspiration 0 - again I have no clue if it has anything to do with being less ill, maybe one has to be rather ailing to get some inspiration.
Not many follow the blog so people mostly know, but for those who don't: worry not. I am not dying. I just suffer of something similar to diabetes but it's not diabetes. Suffering is too much said, I am not suffering... anymore :). Just trying to skip embarrassing situations here.


I would have liked to see the original video, the one that used to be played on MTV(eeeh MTV, remember?) but I can't find it. This one's as good anyway.

Bare(bear) Necessities

Today I woke up incredibly optimistic.
I try to make plans, the one that I'm happy to think about and feels doable no matter what is to wait for good weather and use my scooter (trotineta :)).

"Have I given you a clue?"

Would you have helped me?

Now, I disturb you today to share with you the small experience that almost ruined my day. There were good news and all tasks were accomplished afterwards and the day was saved. But the sour taste stays. Hence I feel like spreading the word. I have woken up today at around 6:30 as I needed to be at the hospital at 10:00. The amount of snow is quite huge in the last days so I took extra time. We left the parking lot few minutes before 8:00. The trip from our place to Pipera subway was not a smooth one, we had to get down and push the cars (not only ours), but eventually we got to the first destination. From there I got to Aviatorilor where I noticed I forgot my cell phone in the car. I needed the phone to call the doctor at the hospital, it's a big building, her name was save on the phone, I have never met her before, plus that we established I would call when I get there. Going back to the car didn't make sense, as Bogdan had the keys and there were great chances he had left by that time to the Police Office where he went for some paper work. Since I wasn't late and still had time to pick my phone I needed to call Bogdan, but hey, I had no phone, this was the reason I wanted to call him for. Let's just say that on a scale from 1 to 10 (1 meaning I didn't need a phone at all) it was 7.5. Inside the subway I have asked at least ten persons to let me use their phone: either to call for few seconds or just to "beep" so that I'll be called back. They were looking at me very suspiciously, not even trying to find a good excuse why they wouldn't help me. In the end I was lucky, a young guy let me use his phone, one could see clearly he also had his doubts. Letting aside the fact that I felt uncomfortable and asked myself if I looked that bad. I felt anger and disappointment. Where are the public phones? What happens to people? I don't judge them, it's partially explainable why they avoid being kind. They have heard or themselves had been the victims of fake similar situations. Were all ten of them victims to this kind of problems? Is this a reason not to help someone? Never mind, at the end of it all, the greatest anger I have is towards me. Since when am I so dependent on the mobile phone? Since when do I feel naked and unsure when I don't have it with me. You know what, I have always helped someone: with money or cell phone or kind words or infos and directions or a ride. There were times when I was hustled. There were times when my actions did help. I have never ceased to be responsive to ones needs. You know what?! People that wouldn't let me use your phone for one minute, although you have hundreds that you don't use. GFYS! I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP! Out of ten, of hundred persons there will be one to help me and if not, there will always be another solution - not going to see the Doctor. Not the best, but still a solution.

Hashimoto featuring Itsy Bitsy Spider

Jur ca raman tampita uneori cand imi dau seama ce expresii poti intalni in limba asta romana.

"Sanatos tun" si "racit cobza". Cum adica "Sanatos tun"? Poate ca tunul asa? Ca tunul e mare si nimic nu-l doboara, dar "racit cobza"???

Intamplarea face ca nu-s nici sanatoasa tun si nici racita cobza. Sufar de ... boala porcului: imi vine sa dorm intruna si m-as trezi numai ca sa mananc. Iar daca fac altfel ma simt obosita(dha), ma concentrez greu, devin irascibila. Suna a boala romaneasca, dar o cheama Hashimoto, cool ha? Bine, mie-mi suna mai mult a scuza, dar nu e. Nu mi se oxigeneaza organismul si na... Voi cu ce boli va laudati, ca pana acum asta-mi pare ca are cel mai tare nume si s-a nimerit sa fie tocmai a mea. Nu va bucurati inca, nu mor din ea.

Si ca sa incurajez si pe altii care mai au nevoie, dar mai ales pe mine, ca vor veni iara si zile cu soare sa usuce burlanul sa ne putem catara la loc, va interpretez una din melodiile mele favorite. Imaginati-va ca v-am interpretat, dar trebuia sa uploadez pe youtube si nu aveam cont. Sau aveam dar nu mai stiu parola. Sper sa va multumiti cu versiunea de mai jos:

               

Sper sa nu mi se potriveasca aia cu Humpty Dumpty prea curand. Sanatate ca-i mai buna decat toate va doresc!

A guaranteed way to fail

The first revelation for this year: if you want to make sure that you're going to fail then set high expectations. After that, anything you do guarantees you successful failure. There is a lot to talk regarding this subject. Maybe this usually happens because you're too positive and optimistic and on the way you just can't keep up with it, maybe it's because that others would rather see you fail, and almost reaching or reaching your initial target is just not enough, more as a moving target, maybe there's the human nature that just looooves to find a context to or disappointment. Impossible to find a resolution or explication here. But if this way of failing fails, you just didn't set the expectations high enough. written from my phone-iPhone :)

Sa avem un an bun!

Nu zic foarte bun, nu zic spectaculos, dar macar bun. Anul asta nu mi-am pus nici o dorinta, nu mi-am planuit nimic. Nici macar nu gasesc lista de anul trecut, sa ma uit pe ea sa vad ce-a iesit. Asa ca la finalul acestui an nu voi mai avea dilema listei, prin urmare: one problem solved. Le mai rezolvam noi cumva si pe restul care-apar. Concentrati cum suntem pe problemute acusica trece si anul asta. Sa aveti 366 de zile frumoase, lipsit de necazuri, dar pline de veselie. Faceti bine de-mi dati ascultare, alta nu-mi doresc.

Cum sa platesti cat pentru o seara la un hotel de lux ca sa dormi in patul tau

Saptamana trecuta a fost o saptamana de neuitat. Cand zice omul de neuitat suna bine, dar de data asta e de rau. Cea mai buna persoana pe care o stiam pe lumea asta ne-a parasit asa all of a sudden. Am aflat luni de dimineata. N-am crezut, dupa aia am crezut dar m-a socat, dupa aia am incercat sa-mi zic ca asa-i viata si sa gandesc practic. Creierul asta cand nu comunica cu inima face numai kkt-uri: am decis sa merg o zi doua la munca si sa plec in Neamt mai apoi, stiam ca lumea se descurca si fara mine la organizare. Am ajuns la munca. Am stat 15 min in care am crezut ca bocesc si sufletul din mine. Si-am plecat. Am plecat sa plang langa ai mei, unde plange toata lumea, sa mai stau cu mamaia acasa cat mai sta si ea ca si-asa am plecat in lume si am uitat sa ma mai intorc sa imi mai petrec vacantele acolo. Numai locatiile exotice erau de nasul meu cand aveam un suflet care ma astepta cu bratele deschise. Mergeam, dar nu mai stateam ca pe vremuri. Nici nu stiu de cand n-am mai dormit acolo. Lasa ca am dormit acum. Deci am plecat catre Piatra uite-asa intr-o ora eram impachetata in taxi plina de muci de la atata plans cu ochii bulbucati in cap si cu speranta ca plang degeaba,ca nu e decat o gluma, un vis, ceva. M-am intalnit cu frate-miu in gara si tot drumul n-am facut decat sa depanam amintiri despre mamaia si tataia si copilaria noastra, ce-am fost, ce-am ajuns si ce-om ajunge, ca noi ca bunicii nostri de cool si de faini nu o sa fim o mie de ani, dintr-astea. Trecusem de putina vreme de Bacau cand suna my better half sa-mi spunca caaa, pana lui, eu am plecat dar el n-are cheie de la casa. Ehh, aicisa incepe distractia. Planuri cum sa-i trimit cheia pe microbuzul de noapte si sa doarma el la vecini, dar el era rupt si vroia sa doarma acasa. Si eu as fi vrut sa se odihneasca ca stiam ca-l asteapta zile grele si o sa am nevoie de el. Solutia castigatoare a fost sa cheme un lacatus. Care lacatus dupa ce a stat la usa vreeeo 2h asa, a spart pana la urma butucul, a cerut plata de 180 de lei , a pus clanta la loc cam cum repara aia mici un bibelou stricat si dus a fost. Acuma nu doar a platit omul meu sa intre prin efractie in casa dar tre sa platim cu siguranta mult mai mult sa ne punem alta clanta/butuc. Daca stau si ma gandesc bine, mai bine ii sugeram sa mearga la un hotel si sa trimit cheia a doua zi prin curier. Oricum dormea mai confortabil decat la vecinu, nu mai stricam nici usa, mai exista beneficiul variatiei... Da-i Doamne mintea romanului cea de pe urma!