Ms ElliSA in the Operating Room

Luck is an Attitude

2012-01-03T23:40:00.000+02:00

Luck IS an attitude and I am trying to face my life with it.

And given that it's quite a difficult time what with the residency and all,

and man do I love surgery,

and my heart keeps beating faster and faster to the rhythm of 130 bpm it actually hit when I was on call,

and despite fighting against it with all my might I have reached the point where I like being at work with my colleagues and I find the on call room "warm" and my bed covers "cozy" and I stay past my shift "just beacause",

and my attending is cool enough to promise to teach me to operate and then push me harder and harder and demand from me that I cross the limits to get what I want,

and I managed to stay on call through New Year's eve and survive without calling the attending on call,

and I got up at 5 am today to run to the hospital and cover for a fellow colleague who had to travel in the ambulance,

and I travel back and forth from home just to see my friends and loving boyfriend,

and we booked a trip to Rome for a romantic getaway in the end of January, a dream come true,

and I have all my hopes up for 2012 being a GREAT year, a milestone in my life,

and I try to stay sane in doing the things I love,

and this year I can actually say that

despite the government's crap of a job

despite the recession and all the problems we are facing,

despite the moving, the fighting, all the changes in my life,

I can actually say:

I KEPT MY NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS OF 2011

and it feels good.

So this year,

with a spring in my step,

I'll make a few more:

New Year's Resolutions - 2012

1. Get Happily and Ever After-ly Married

2. Become One Hell of a Surgeon

3. Love more, Show it more, Practice it more

4. GET SUPER THIN- because I'm worth it

5. Travel to a different Continent (Mexico, maybe?)

6. Always have a Job

7. Be Healthy and Happy

8. Cook with a Spice

9. Study Vogue with my Friends in an Ice Cream coffee shop

and

10. Keep a LUCKY Attitude towards Life.

My life, my family's life, the life of my boyfriend and me together, my friends' life, the life of the Greek people.

So I pronounce this year's song to be:

"Oh Johnny" by the Andrews Sisters

Luck is an Attitude,

so this year,

I'm going to go for it

All the best to all of you,

health and happiness around the world for everyone.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Bye House

2011-11-02T15:04:00.007+02:00

I've always thought that there would come a time when this blog would spring back to life, filled with posts about actual stuff going on in my life again and not just serve as a diet journal or gossiping of people more famous than I.

And I guess that time is now, because my life has passed through many many changes during the past few months and... and my mind is full now and needs t

o do some unloading.

So let me go back to April 2011. We sold our

apartment. My home, the place I grew up in and still love to every bit. A beautiful beach house with a sea view and lots of happy memories from my childhood, teenage years and my life as a student of medicine.

Now my parents and I live in a house with a garden, a house that we built, on the mountain in a suburb. It's bigger and it's brand new and I'm told I'll eventually get used to it and love it just as much.

Let's hope so.

Those moving days were completely awful for me. We had to split moving in two- because of all the furniture and the stuff that needed packing. Thankfully we hired people to do both the packing and the moving.. But still when those 8 people got into our apartment that fretful Monday morning in July, I just saw 8 people invading my home and taking my stuff away from my home.

Even worse, the plan was that I were to be on team "wait for the furniture in the new house" so I left quite early and waited in the empty new house. I kept stuffing myself with the cake my mum had made to wait for us in the fridge, to "sweeten" the beginning of our new life.

Most people lose weight while moving, I definitely bloated up.

When the furniture came in the late afternoon, the house looked even better than empty.

But then all tired up we drove home, for the last time in our apartment.

I opened the door to an empty living room.

I hated the whole thing. Thankfully my room had been left untouched. I closed the door to go to bed and kept the "hell" out.

I couldn't sleep that night. I kept thinking of memories way back when I was little.

Christmas, the first birthday I had my party there, my grandma visiting, my dad taking me to school, me hating the piano, walking in my sweats along the beach to the video store, sliding under the covers in my mums bed on a Friday after school when I was sick, studying to get into medical school, sitting exams, the morning we left for my graduation...

The day we came back from the US. I was only 7 and I had missed Greece and our sun and our sea and my home so much I couldn't wait. I woke up and started walking towards the living room. I remember my bare feet on the white tiles as I exited my room and I looked up at the best view of my life: through the glass doors of our living room the sparkling still sea on a bright day of June.

I loved that apartment so much at that moment I since then I have been very proud to live there.

I still am.

The second day of moving I stayed put. The flat was getting emptier and emptier and somehow it looked smaller to me.

All that was left was a chair for my mum and me to sit in taking turns, the radio playing music and tons of dust on our floor.

When we left I cried.

The new house felt so hard to live in with everything in boxes and being so far away from the center.

It's been already three months and a half now and I am starting to like certain stuff..

Although I do miss the sea.

The best thing in our new place is my little black labrador, Kevo.

I love him like I never thought I would and I never knew a dog could bring so much joy.

The new home is great, spacious, with great views of the sea too, although further away, and we came here by choice and in good health.

I can't wait to see it decorated for Christmas.

Bye bye house, thank you for the wonderful memories of a beautiful life so far.

I will always love you.

In my heart, you will always be my home too.

The Dukan Diet- Attack Phase

2011-05-23T21:35:00.004+03:00

I went through the Attack phase.

Actually I survived the attack phase for 10 whole days!!!

Starting weight: 132 lbs

Today's weight: 126.8 lbs

Although I feel as if retaining lots of weight right now but whatever...

It actually worked!!

I look thinner and two people mentioned so.

Plus my pants feel loose.

It felt horrible in the first four days, but then I got kind of used to it...

Now I've began Cruise Phase, following a schedule of PP/PV 1/1 scheme...

It's supposed to last for about 3 days per lb.

Let's see..

I feel very motivated.

Wish me luck and courage please, I need it.

"Only God would know the reasons, but I bet he must've had a plan"

2011-05-12T19:02:00.000+03:00

Hello!!!

I will begin with a statement: May is a springtime month and it's raining- raining- the whole time and I hate it.

How am I supposed to wear my new Hilfiger platforms in this weather??

Easter was a fun time for me, my godsister came home from London and it was great having her around.

I also managed to find an alternative job, should medicine not fall through.

My godsister, godmother and I painted the balcony of their apartment PLUS the surrounding walls.

It was great fun except now my sweatpants are kind of ruined with white paint but I won't mind, I should accept them as a "favorite pair of torn blue jeans"

*that was a Bon Jovi reference- 2 months and 9 days left*

I am also doing well with my job and I am confident in doing what I have to do faster and without supervision.

Although I do ask for someone to double check my stuff when I'm done.

Other than that I'm pretty good.

I am due to start my residency in autumn and I am excited about it.

I will be working, living on my own, managing my life and myself.

Sounds a bit frightening but fun.

I feel more and more confident about my choice of Urology and when people say stupid stuff I don't even care anymore.

A younger girl, a student, asked for me in the library the other day, she said she wanted to speak with me, because she wants to become a Urologists..

Have I come to the point where I can give advice to others?..

I don't know... let's see.

So I've gained a bit of weight during Easter, I climbed up to 62kg, and I've lost 1,5kg since the 30th of April with a combination of Atkins Induction, a few glasses of wine and the ancient art of distraction.

The key was given to me by my godsister and I shall give it to anybody interested in cutting down on their dinner:

NAIL POLISHING.

Buy a new set of manicure equipment and nail lacquer of your choice.

Sit in front of the TV and instead of snacking, start polishing, trimming, painting, manicuring in general..

It works for me.

If you go out though then I'm sorry, this won't work for you.

Well it's the price you pay for having a life!

So anyway I've decided to start the Dukan diet.

I'll see how it goes and I'll post about it.

I have to admit though that I sat and watched the entire wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton.

I have to admit that when she got out of the car I got goosebumps.

And when the people on the streets sang the hymns together with the guests as well.

When they rode in the carriage it was like a fairy tale.

And then they went into the palace for their wedding fun and I got back to my normal life and to the fact that I will never be a princess.

*sigh*

Well, I'll be a surgeon.

She won't.

Ha- ha!

But the dress was amazing.

Simply beautiful.

Can I ask Sara Burton to do mine on a budget?

No??

Okay...

:-)

Soooooo

Dukan Attack Phase starting tomorrow.

Starting Weight: 134lbs

Budapest, relationships and a surgery pledge

2011-04-12T20:18:00.007+03:00

Life is good.

I have much going on and yet not enough to keep my satisfied.

I earned a great trip to Budapest on a meeting which was wonderful.

I slept little, enjoyed the free luxuries and brought back lots of salami, a spring scarf and maybe a new friend.

Because spring is definitely here.

I can't stand still.

I want to be out all of the time.

I want to buy summerish things.

I want to go swimming.

This town is too small for my open heart.

We have no bridges.

We have no flowers.

We don't have Danube.

"you love this town, even if that doesn't mean true

you've been all over, and it's been all over you"

Now I get it, what they're talking about.

I managed to lose weight, I got down to 57.8 kg with the Kardashians and I gained it all back over two lonely weekends and a Hungarian eating fest.

However, I loved that dieting excercising lifestyle and I'm on it again and what the heck- may I lose and gain forever as long as I'm happy.

We walked so much in Budapest it was excitingly exhausting and the dinners were excellent opportunities for meeting fellow Urologists from abroad.

I loved the dinner in the Art museum- it was great.

When we came back the attending managed to pay me one of the best compliments in front of my Prof and the whole OR:

"If you want to walk around the whole world sleepless, Ellisa is the best company"

"She never gets tired and never whines"

HA HA!

And has anyone noticed how the surgical nurses tend to be a bit frightening?

I think I may have been offered a position in their club.

One of the very strict ones saw me try to tame my long hair in the changing rooms and offered to give me a bandana.

One like hers.

All nurses wear beautiful cotton bandanas.

She said, she would ask the other nurse to make me one..

Like she makes for all of them.

See?

Now I will look like one of them

I think I'll be okay.

And I spent some alone time with my mentor talking about relationships and marriage.

Which was nice.

If some people are born to teach, he is one of them.

Easter is coming up and my godsister will be bak in town and I got new Hilfiger platforms so I am happy and I will end this post with a beautiful picture from Budap

est and a link to a song called Summertime.

"It's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a simple wine, it's summertime"

I Got a Job :)

2011-01-25T19:48:00.003+02:00

My first job and I am very proud of myself.

I will be part of the Department's Research Program.

So it's a job in my field...

I guess I got one of my resolutions so far!!

Good Luck to me...

New Year's Resolutions - 2011

2010-12-31T19:15:00.003+02:00

I've had a very rough year, so I think I'll keep it simple this time.

In 2011 I want to:

1. Lose weight

2. Find a job

3. Visit Lapland and the North Cape

4. Not stress too much about life

and

5. Be Healthy and Happy

Happy New Year!!!

"For the Holidays you can't beat home, sweet home"

2010-12-23T21:06:00.000+02:00

This is going well.

I love Christmas and this year I actually have time to contribute in decorating, shopping, cooking, laundry (ok that's irrelevant).

I went to a concert/ dance which was nice. All my teachers were there and the doctors I know and I got so excited because my mum met half of them.

Which is good.

What's also good- Will and Grace.

I love Will.

I love Jack.

I love Karen.

I want to be as thin as Debra Messing. *but keeping my...*

I really hope next year is a better year than the previous one.

2010 somehow sucked.

I don't know why- I met some new people, I graduated, but I want that year off me as soon as possible and I can keep my diploma and the friends.

Soooo looking back at my resolutions for 2010 I'm coming short on quite some, hence the Life Diet.

Life Diet by MsElliSA: not to be followed on working days, not to be followed if you want long term results- that's just water weight, not to be followed if you have any brain cells alive still and definitely absolutely positively not to be followed by the ",MD" after my name

My best friend would not approve of this approach- why would she, she is smart- but I should point out that it was TOGETHER that we ate the waffles and the ice creams. AND the food.

So Life Diet Day 1: weigh self in morning, eat cereal, drink coffee. For lunch drink 250ml of Life orange juice and one bite of bunt cake.Afternoon coffee and for dinner 250ml of Life orange juice and 3 bites of bunt cake or sth like it.

Day 2: weigh self in morning- lost 3 lbs- cereal and coffee for breakfast, and lunch and dinner as Day 1. (second verse, same as the first)

Day 3: weigh self in morning- down 1 more lbs-breakfast as usual and for lunch you can add a couple of bites more. By the time your stomach should be hurting so bad that even if you want to eat you won't be able to.

You lose the will to live, you are dizzy all the time you can't study or think straight or stand up for too long, but if you have a tight dress that you have to wear on New Year's Eve:

THIS IS YOUR THING

I am in no way suggesting that someone should follow this.

It's just what I did and it kinda worked for me because I eat like a pig but I can hold off food like a camel does water.

It's the"right thing" that I can't do.

I'll let you know how this goes.

Life1: 135.4 lbs

Life2: 132.4 lbs

Life3: 130.6 lbs

"I can hear the music playin', I can see the banners fly"

2010-11-17T18:00:00.001+02:00

So I passed the ATLS exam and it was great... I even pretended to be the patient on the board/logroll station skill.

*Open in new tab for background music*

A colleague of mine made sure he scared me to death two days before the exam ("it's soo tiring and it's sooo hard... just try not to kill anyone of the actors... if you can still think straight after all of these hours of class and skill stations")

2 years of junior and senior med-school-preparing high school

6 years of med school and

4 months of after-graduation-over-your-colleagues'-dead-body

...and I still can't get it in my head that

MEDICS LIE

so YOU don't do as well as THEY did

It's called COMPETITION and I should at least try to recognize it.

Especially when it's coming from an Internal Medicine aspirer on a surgical skills course.

DUH

SO he had me fearing that this would be a very difficult and tiring course and to tell you the truth the hardest part was sitting in that chair through the lectures with a window cracked open sending a breeze aiming at my lower right ribs.

ANYHOO

I passed and I must say- a tiny teardrop fell on my cheek when I saw the little laminated ATLS card with my name on the back followed by ",MD".

Yep.

That's me.

Ms ElliSA MD.

If I were that lame- I'd put it on my blog title.

But I won't.

yet.

So I managed to get my *self* back in Urology.

After a month and a half of absence... and I started with the OR so I wouldn't have to answer to many people at once on why I hadn't been around.

And you would think "You're so vain, you probably think everyone cares about you" but they DID in fact question me on where I had been.

Hello?

Anyway it felt really great to be back and now I can start studying Urology and form a light schedule where I can be in the OR three days a week and study the remaining two.

Cool.

Christmas is around... I am THIS close to watching LOVE ACTUALLY again. :-D

Dieting is good.

Working out is good.

Getting thinner is at halt- but I figured that I'm still thinner than usual so I'd much rather stay this thin than gain it all back, if I'm not getting thinner.

So I guess that's it for now...

They're trying to do to Ireland what they did to Greece... oh god... who's next?

Legen- wait for it- DARY!!!

2010-11-05T21:27:00.001+02:00

I salute my awesome self.

I am BACK!

I am ON!

I have regrouped, re-lost excess weight, re-exercised wobbly arms, normal heart rate AND -wait for it- I am up at 7 am effortlessly.

That is mostly because I have trouble sleeping on an empty stomach but whatever.

What is UP?!

It's been 10 days of reinventing myself but it already feels worth it.

In the mornings I have a healthy breakfast, cereal with milk, at lunch I eat at home thus eliminating unwanted fat and various additives, and for dinner I drink warm cocoa or boil a couple of eggs.

It works quite right.

Concerning the weight loss, that is, because I feel very dizzy and fainty which doesn't really bother me because

a. I am mostly doing very little amount of brainwork

b. I am mostly either sitting behind a desk or stretching on a couch (except from the times I work out)

So anyway I am mastering the art that is called ATLS and am scheduled to demonstrate my skills in excellence next Friday and Saturday.

Fingers crossed I might be able to return to my daily schedule of being in Urology and actually having fun whilst learning, if I get to pass the ATLS that is...

Is it hard??? Does ANYONE know???

Anyway- new sitcom- "How I Met Your Mother"- I am an addict. People warned me this would happen, but I had no idea how much.

So now I am about to begin on the 6th and present season, and thus I will be watching

Two And a Half Men

How I Met Your Mother

Modern Family

The Big Bang Theory

and Will and Grace because I just started that and am now in the 1st season.

Sooooo about Barney Stinson.

He is SO cool- I can watch How I Met Your Mother for hours in a row- no wait- that's what I've been doing three weeks now.

So one of my best friends suggested that I make up theories like Barney and reminded me of the lemon law- you know, 5 first minutes in the date you already know if you're sleeping with that person- which I think to be true in the girly version of "Five seconds you meet someone and you know whether you're actually attracted to them or they fall in the friend zone category" and I had actually told her my theory a couple of years ago.

And what IS creepy is that apart from saying those things I announce them beforehand raising my hand in Socrates motion and saying:

"I have a theory"

as compared to Barney's "New Theory".

I mean oh my god-

I have just realised that if I stretch it far enough-

I am....

*wait for it*

...

AWESOME

!!!

Hahahahahahaha

Oh yes I am that selfish ;-)

Barney has an awesome blog,

I too have an awesome *cough* blog!!!

This is SO obvious.

It's OUT there!

If you don't see it, it's your fault.

Anyhoo... back to reality.

I have been having some trouble with my wisdom teeth.

*gettem out, gettem removed, gettem removed*

The thing is they keep growing in a very slow motion and they are a pain in my mouth because they tend to push my otherwise perfectly aligned teeth forward and in that way ruining my perfect Colgate barney-stinson-gorgeous smile.

*gettem out, gettem removed, gettem removed*

I talked about removing them with my Dentist, but he thinks it's wrong removing teeth that are perfectly healthy.

So much for having a Dentist with a conscious.

If those wisdom teeth ruin my Brigitte-Bardot-front-gap I am going to be very pissed.

Very pissed indeed.

Although searching for that photo it seems Brigitte there has had some dental work over the years- so I guess she isn't as proud of that little gap as I am?

It's my trademark *stomp*

Kind of like my large thighs- but somehow I am not as attached to those as I am to my teeth.

My teeth let me sprinkle people when we go swimming... *sob*

Anyway, once I sit ATLS I will see what can be done with the wisdom rebels.

Other than that- I really love watching Modern Family.

How weird is it that I think Phil is a good husband to have? Anyone else thinks that? No? Just me?

I am listening to Absolute 80's on the radio and just now they are playing Queen, "I want it all" just to remind me that I actually won't.

But that's just another sad post which isn't this one.

I have also got an iphone 4 which is AMAZING and I will post about how nerdy I have become, but that's another post too.

And I guess life really just works most of the time "on the go" and that's a bit hard to get sometimes because it's kind of hidden between the lines, but then you think "hey- I do feel happy right now, don't I?" and you realise some things happen for a reason- the right reason- even if you don't realize it the second they happen.

You see?

Or is Barney more clear???

Ha ha...

"Til' I Hear You Sing" [Official Love Never Dies video]

2010-10-08T16:31:00.000+03:00

Let hope pass,

Let dreams pass,

Let them die...

Without you,

what are they for?

I'll always feel no more than halfway real

Till I hear you sing

once more

*sigh*

can I have my summer back?

please?

U2 360 tour, LIVE in Athens: With or Without You

2010-09-07T14:26:00.001+03:00

That is almost where we were standing- approximately 10 meters to the right and behind- but still very close, thank god...

When Bono said "WOW" and the crowd just went on singing the part from With or Without You all on its own- that's a moment I will NEVER forget.

"Wow" indeed...

When The Edge stepped foot on the stage I screamed so hard I melted.

I guess that's what I was waiting for.

Slow down, my beating heart... slowly, slowly love...

2010-09-02T22:14:00.001+03:00

I'm hanging by a thread here.

Why don't I have a single pair of respectable jeans to wear in this concert?

I feel like a shitty teenager- I made a tantrum so I could wash by hand my Ireland T-shirt so that me and my boyfriend can be matching twins tomorrow.

It's washed now and freshly pressed- and I can't find pants.

Oh.My.God am I angry.

I used to have 3 pairs of "7 for all mankind" jeans and now I can't find anything respectable.

It's my first real concert for cryin' out loud.

I deserve to look rockchick.

grrrrrr

I will be spending the weekend with my goddaughter at my cousin's house and I hope I get to play with my nephew a bit before he grows out of me completely.

Has anyone else heard of Bakugan?

Stupid monster card toys.

The ugly kind.

I begged the little guy to explain to me all the G-force and whatever- and when I suggested that whoever wins the battle takes his opponent's monster card thingy he frowned on me and claimed in a desperate voice:

"No. It's not like chess."

Yeah no argument there!!!!

9 year old smarty pants

I should own a house in Malibu

2010-08-29T22:39:00.002+03:00

Booorring...

my life is boooorrrriiiiing.

I'm boring my brains 0ut here and it is hot and humid and I am close to wishing I had an everyday schedule.

Or a vacation planed for next week.

Yeah yeah I know I just got back from one, but I'm not full yet.

I wake up everyday, drink coffee, eat chocolate muesli on the balconi, stare at the sea and wander about till about 13:00.

Then I play Two and a half Men on DvD on the flat screen TV.

Then at around 15:00 my mum and I go swimming at a beach nearby and the last few days we actually went swimming in front at the part of the beach in front of our house which was so cool (and sooo cold) cause there's a beach bar there and you can feel extra chic while swimming in the rocky sea.

Personally, I don't really care about the rocks because I've got hip- happening surfer shoes, light blue with lime touches, and for all I know I could just stroll in the sea without tripping or assuming any kind of hula dancing postures.

I've got a pretty good tan by now, I really like it...

I hardly wear sunscreen anymore.

Well, except for my face and neck, one doesn't want wrinkles, does one...

I fell to sleep in my bed the other night and something felt really strange... peaceful and quiet strange.

And then I realized- I couldn't feel my heart beating.

I've been so used to hyper-dynamic circulation that it struck me as unusual and may I admit "slightly uncomfortable" that I didn't have palpitations pounding in my chest keeping me awake.

My my my... what do you know... it felt kind of lonely I guess.

However, I do have renewed my friendship with the HSV fellow on the corner of my mouth, but being at home I can wear Zovirax all the time and it's already on it's way out.

I've bought new Urology books which I LOVE and I am already beginning to skim through...

OK I shouldn't lie- I've started with Blueprints Urology and Smith's General Urology on the side for ... actual reading... and ICT Urology for later.

I'll be going to Urology come September and I want to look good.

Or at least not look stupid.

I've read ten pages from Blueprints, two chapters from Smith's and written my name on ICT... hahaha... I'm goooood.

Soooo U2 concert coming up next Friday!!!

I'm so excited... I can't wait!!!

I've dreamt about this moment since I was ten, when U2 had come to Greece for a concert and everybody was saying how "horrible" it had been cause of all the people and the sound- or did they not perform at all? I can't remember. Just that it was on the radio and I kept thinking:

"Man THIS is the way to live"

okay so I turned out to be a doctor instead of the groupie I aspired to be, but still.

And then 8 year ago I had bought the magnificent DvD of their 2001 Elevation tour from Boston?! Know what I'm talking about?! And I thought I'll never get to be in a concert like that.

But hey- 5 days to go...

I'm loving summer.

Summer's goooooood...

I'm enjoying the sea, the iced tea and Charlie Harper's beach house.

[to Jake, after smoothing his hair down with spit] One man's saliva is another man's mousse, so shut up!

I hope they go on for an eighth season.

and maybe- MAYBE- I'll get an i-phone 4 tomorrow...

ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod

wish me luck

"Tell me ma when I go home..."

2010-08-25T16:43:00.000+03:00

Doctor life is treating me really well...

Why wouldn't it, considering that up till now I am either running around trying to get all the paperwork done for my doctor stuff or having summer fun.

My boyfriend and I visited my godsister in London for 5 days and it was great!!!

We walked a lot around the center, Westminster, Big Ben, St James Park, Green Park, Buckingham Palace, up the London Eye, by St Paul's, down Regent street, round and about in Notting Hill...

It was lovely.

We ate at various restaurants, a French one, a Brittish one, a Mexican one, a pub and one with organic food (you gotta love Notting Hill).

My godsister and I went to see Andrew Loyd Weber's "Love Never Dies", the sequel of the Phantom of the Opera which, musicwise was amazing, but storywi

se was... well... it was a bit... "are you out of your mind" kind of stupid.

I mean really- I got my first doubts when I saw the boy, if I'm paying 67 pounds to watch a kid

sing and dance in what can only be described as one of the leading parts, I want to know

beforehand. But thankfully the kid was gifted and he was fun to watch.

But then Raul? Why did he have to be a bad guy?? I liked him!!!

Christine didn't have much of singing part and quite frankly, the less the better. She's great- don't get me wrong- it's just that I preferred the guys singing. Except "Look with your heart" that was sooo sweet. When we got out of the musical we walked on strand and sang and danced to it...

The guy who played the Phantom was once again magnificent- he made a woman sitting behind me cry... I got tears in my eyes too at some points- his voice and the music was so moving... but I swallowed them down.

"Without you, what are they for?"

http://www.loveneverdies.com/the-show/videos/fantastic-love-never-dies-footage-from-the-london-production/

*fooooor*

And what was that with the ending????

I was shocked. In a BAD way.

If you are a big Phantom fan- I suggest you go see "Love Never Dies", but BE PREPARED.

So anyway we bought the double CD with the DvD on the way out and now I can sing my heart out at home.

yay!

We also forgot our shopping bags in the theater and had to go back in to get them.

We also visited Foyles where... oh my god... I bought a stethoscope.

A Littman Master Classic II, Caribbean blue color, and I love it.

I hated my stethoscope, it's hard to work with sth you hate suffocating y

ou around the neck.

But this one I picked out myself... and it's gorgeous.

SO the day afterwards my boyfriend and I flew to Dublin, Ireland for the remaining week of our trip.

Ireland is beautiful.

Dublin was great. We took a long walk and stopped for lunch at a pub where we greabbed a sandwich.

A salmon and salad sandwich.

The irony is that I took the egg out.

I spent the rest of the afternoon and the whole night in my room with lots of vomiting and diarrhea.

My advice???

STAY AWAY FROM SANDWICHES!!!

A classic case of food poisoning where the sandwich was seen in reverse and I couldn't drink even a sip of water.

I woke up the next day feeling utterly zombie-ish and we had to go all the way to Cork.

I slept the whole way (slept/ passed out- whatever)

And I managed to eat one cracker and kept wetting my dry mouth with water.

I could see my skin exfoliating of dehydration and yet I couldn't swallow a sip.

I thought about going to the hospital but I then I thought that the interns had already begun and some girl like myself would have to take care of me.

So I walked into O'Leary's pharmacy in Cork and requested electrolytes while dizzingly listening to a kind lady explain to me in simple words that my stomach "might" still be "raw".

So anyway she gave me a Sanofi Aventis citron flavored powder filled envelope thingy which I dilluted in "exactly 200 ml" of water and drank slowly while my boyfriend devoured a large steak with fried at Clancy's.

Thank God for creating Sanofi Aventis and that miracle drug!

I managed to stand on my feet and for dinner I actually got to eat a scoop of mashed potatoes that I requested with a drop of olive oil at the romantic city of Kinsale.

The next day we visited the Moher rocks, which I guess is kind of a "North Cape" but going "West" and it was a magnificent site to see.

For dinner we went to an Italian restaurant across the street from Clancy's and I ordered spaghetti with baby tomatoes, little garlic and olive oil, and it felt like eating my mom's food and my the next morning I could finally breathe easily.

Not to mention my pants all got loose on the waist...

So anyway Cork was beautiful and so where the views from the "ring of Kerry" and I had no idea that Ireland was a hotspot for surfing... I mean... wow... cool.

We found this beach bar where all the families and dudes had their lap tops connected to the wifi and the little children wore their surf suits and they really seemed to have it going on.

We spent all the afternoon at the Puck festival in Kilorgin where they make a goat king.

It is pretty fun actually... believe it's the oldest festival of Ireland.

We bought souvenir Ireland T-shirts with the harp and wore them there.

The next day we went to Ireland's most Southwest point- Mizen's head and I actually put my swimsuit on and dived into the Atlantic ocean.

On this beach, as photographed from above:

It was such a great feeling... I also have a video of me counting to three and diving in.

hee hee hee

It was freezing cold but not as cold as the Cape where I felt my foot ischemic.

Then we went back to Cork and went out on the bars and it was nice.

And then next day we came back to Greece and it's been too hot ever since.

Thank god we have the sea to cool us down...

"Tell me ma when I go home..."

Ms Ellisa MD

2010-07-03T12:10:00.000+03:00

I made it...

I actually did it...

I AM A DOCTOR!!!

Graduation set for the 30th of July.

And while I'm waitin' here this heart of mine is singing

2010-06-23T12:41:00.001+03:00

Crap oh crap oh crap

okay internal medicine?

Not- Going- Well.

Life?

Not Going Well.

Health?

Not Going Well.

My heart skips beats like ALL the time and not in a good way.

I feel awful and I'm getting these kind of attacks which I think are Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardias and I can't wait to tell my doctor.

I feel like dying every time they get me and the super duper part is that I keep wearing Holter machines when I'm well enough not to get an attack and except from my cardiologist, my guide, my hope for life, the man that understands me, everybody else thinks I'm over reacting.

Seriously, it's like my heart gets off the hook in the split of a second and then beats to 220 bom for about 4 seconds.

Four seconds my **s- it's like an eternity and I can feel my head throbbing, I totally freeze.

It's so horrible I hate it so much I can't even wish for it to get me while wearing the next Holter.

Soooo anyway my doctor called me and asked me to bring the holter machine back to him a couple of hours earlier. And when I got to the hospital it was so funny because the poor guy was being bullied by his consultant.

I mean- you would think that at the age of- I don't know, what- 50? 55? You would at least get to work gracefully with your colleagues of 20 years.

But I guess not.

The slimy consultant walked in to the room where my doctor was explaining tha Holter results to me and asked him in front of me- HIM, not me, IN FRONT if me, if the Holter was clear. My Doc said yeah, I copied it to the computer- and the consultant repeated in a totally non professional way:

"Yeah but it's clear- right? Everything is okay, right???" Meaning that I shouldn't have been wearing it anyway.

What a jerk.

I've never seen my doctor so angry- he is the nirvana type person- the kind of guy who works peacefully...

I should work towards that direction as well.

The patient, calm type thing.

I walked into the library in the morning and a fellow conrad stopped still at my hello and breathed:

"I am not well"

I was like "Oh my god- what's wrong???"

"I can't take the stress anymore, it's riving me crazy... I have tachycardias."

sound familiar?!?!

I was thrilled someone suffers like me.. *this doesn't sound as well as I mean it- but whatever*

I told him that he isn't alone and mentioned my Holter monitoring and I think I gave him ideas on how to spend the next week.

He also said he dreamt of saving Hansel and Grettle from the bad witch. (?!)

I too snap up in my sleep from ectopic beats...

That's what you get for sitting a final exam.

I am studying 8:30 - 20:45 and I think that's a lot.

I also had a fight with a girl over at the library.

I told her to stop talking on her phone. I told her everyday. She kept calling people from inside the study room.

And then I walked up to her and told her again.

And she got so pissed that she came outside and searched for me and yelled at me because GET THIS:

I irritate HER by telling her to be quiet all of the time. She studies hard every day, so what if she called her friend a couple of times? She needed to chat!

I asked her if she could read the signs that said No Mobile Phones.

oh- and she said I should drink less coffee.

Oh my god that was the final throw.

I couldn't believe my ears- she actually claimed her right to call people on the phone from the library???

The HELL she can- I will throw that phone out the window if she distracts me once more.

She keeps staring at me with hatred every day- but she takes her calls outside.

So I guess I got mine.

Hurrah...

Skype is a great thing.

I get to study and have my godsister on Skype directly from London realtime.

It's nice.

And we've decided we both desperately NEED iphones... 4G... we'll have to wait till September though, which is just as well since summer isn't a good time for phones- what with all the sun and the beach and the salty water.

... and the tanning oil, and the careless throwing of wet towels, and the dripping sandals, and pebbles, and wet hair.

I could go on.

But I won't...

One fun thing was the thousands of Harley Davidson motorcycles that came over for their annual festival in March.

I didn't make it to the crossing of the bridge, but I got to stand on the side walk while they came back from the bridge and they all paraded in front of me!!!

I loved it- it was great fun having them around.

Another good thing sinceI get to spend all this time at school is that I bumped into my mentor and he didn't think Urology is a bad idea- in fact he started giving me advice on how to sub-specialise...

All of this time I was afraid to tell him that I wanted to be a Urologist because I was afraid he would try to change my mind and fairly or not- his opinion matters-

so it felt great when he said it was okay!!!

I remember it as if it were yesterday when I sat down in the lecture hall for his first class, the first cool doctor in jeans showing up and I thought "Hmmm.. I would actually LIKE to be like him"

First it meant doctor, then it meant surgeon, and now it means urologist.

What do you know- I'll get to be like him after all.

Back to Bates now...

Enough for now... enough...

:-)

Take me to the isle of paradise

2010-05-18T15:04:00.002+03:00

Take me to the place behind your eyes...

Okay it took one man with endless energy to make me actually like and ENJOY my rotation in Internal Medicine...

Oh my GOD

I did NOT see that coming.

And to think that I stayed till midnight 4 nights in almost one week.

I woke up thinking I would be happy to start my 2 week rotation in Hematology, and I was actually missing my attending and the whole gang.

And then my patient spotted me in the corridor, the patient that hated me because I took arterial blood samples from him and insisted that he should sit up for me to listen to his lungs and heart, and he said "hi" and asked why I hadn't come that day.

Awwwwwww

I was so touched.

I like the hospital.

I can't wait to go back to Internal Medicine in 2 weeks...

*Wow, how people change*

All dressed in black, her heart so heavy

2010-04-29T09:14:00.000+03:00

Is it just bad luck?

I should have worn the Holter at THAT time. My heart was wrong for about- I don't know- half an hour?...

I'll have to see my Cardiologist again on Friday... I am starting to like him.

That's just him- btw- I still despise cardiologists. :-P

My Lipidemic Profile

2010-04-26T17:38:00.003+03:00

"When I feel alone

I reach for you

And you bring me home
When I'm lost at sea
I hear your voice
And it carries me"

Mondays can be very wrong- and being one of the people who need on Mondays everything to be right, trust me, I know a LOT of little things that can go wrong.

*someone should have had me tested for autism a long time ago, now it's too late*

OKay so during this time of my life when most things are upside down anyway, this Monday couldn't have been worse off:

1. Lame time of year studywise

2. Still in the same chapter- behind schedule

3. Not able to go straight to the library in the morning because

4. Due to give blood sample for ... everything

5. Finding out that I need to give 2 samples, a second one for T3, T4, TSH at a different lab, yes, that's two hands, both... meaning ALL of my hands!

6. At the front desk I was asked where my urine sample was... I don't know- maybe somewhere in the horrible handwriting of my cardiologist! You'd think he would have told me he had prescribed one...

7. I was scheduled for a Holter, but there wasn't a free device. But I had to wait for a couple of hours first.

8. The weather suddenly got cloudy and windy, leaving me with a skirt and a T-shirt.

9. I HATE internal medicine, I can't remember the last time I was happy at school.

10. My boyfriend's out of town

So then there was an Andrology lesson.

And the full professor came in, MY professor, my mentor, substituting for someone else.

And I stayed.

And it was fun.

And at some point, I got so carried away that studying a case file I raised my hand

And without looking at me at all, before my hand had actually reached raised limit he said beaming with smile

"Let's go Ellisa"

And oh my god- there were 150 people in the lecture hall and I got SO scared I got dizzy...

but then I said that the patient with the erectile disfunction needed a lipidemic profile done and then I explained why

whilst thinking to myself that I should just shut up next time and tie my hand to my chair and not risk saying sth stupid in front of so many people and the only prof that matters and MAYBE IF I DO I should just use MY words and not sophisticated catch phrases such as LIPIDEMIC PROFILE WTF???

And then he switched the slide and at the top in bold letters were the words:

"lipidemic profile"

Thank you.

I'm golden.

I needed that...

"I've got this feeling that won't subside"

2010-04-20T09:26:00.005+03:00

Hello to me.

So I've been up and down through these last months, after carnival time I started studying for pediatrics, and I think that's when time stopped, because all I can remember afterwards is the last week before pediatrics.

I cracked this time, cracked hard...

I got the whole package, pimples, weight gain, depression, bulimia, if you've been there, you know what I mean...

Some of my friends cracked up too, which made the "masks come off" and then to some very cruel behavior on their part... I waited for an apology, but none was given. Instead I had to face a few bossy attempts of pretending everything is okay.

*if it's bossy then it's definitely not okay*

At that moment I was very sad about it all, I thought they were all very cool people and I felt let down, but then the Easter holidays came and I had so much going on in my life outside of school that I've decided I don't really need anyone bothering me...!!!

I was very happy to be back at home, with my family, my godsister and family friends and I realised, that this is actually MY LIFE, the other part is just... you know... school.

I am lucky enough to have a couple of friends at school who still remain faithful and I feel loyal to them in return, and I guess that's just as good as it gets- and you know, what, I'm fine with that...

more than fine.

I've always said that if I get to keep 3-4 friends from uni I'll be luckier than most.

My godsister came home for about 5 days and I really missed her when she left... I wish she could take me with her to London... I could stay home and cook for her all day, I wouldn't mind.

She is hosting for couch surfing by the way, I mean... wow.

I wouldn't do that.

Neither host, nor visit...

I guess I'm a bit too weird about my bathroom and strangers in it.

That girl- she never seizes to amaze me...

I also got to see my nephews and nieces and my goddaughter who styles herself up at the age of 5... she is so cute... she adores me... albight silently... she's very shy...

I also got to play with my godsister's nephew, who is 3 years old and technically my spiritual brother, because my godmother is his godmother too.

So our godmother made us both cocoa and he raised his bottle to me and wished me "cheers".

I love that kid.

I am so ready to be a mum... okay NOT~!!

I passed peds, I got a 7/10, which is unbelievably fantastic, and now I have only one more to go.

Internal Medicine.

And when I say go, I really do mean go.

Because that's when I get to become a doctor.

Right now I'm studying for the GI and it's okay...

Aaaaand I bought Crocs... hee heee heeeee.... color says "watermelon".

They are cute... and huge on my foot, but that's the way it's supposed to be, right?

And my godsister sent me a clinique mascara straight from London than you very much, so now I get to have a mascara that gives my "long and lush eyelashes" and hasn't come out in greek stores yet.

I sooo rock?!

And out of the 4 kg I gained in pediatrics, I only have 0.5 kg to go. And I WILL lose it and I am happy.

Well not exactly happy, one can only expect so much whilst studying GI, but definitely contempt.

"one look at you and I CAAAAN't disguiiiiiiiiise I've got..... huuuungry eeyyyyeeees"

*best seen of the movie- the ending of that song...*

*and the picture on top*

*and when her mother says "Sit DOWN Jake" (Jake is it?) in the last scene when she has barely spoken through the whole movie*

*I am going through a "Dirty Dancing" phase... bare with it*

Of medical school and hecticness

2010-02-22T19:37:00.000+02:00

*Should Have Been Posted on Saturday the 13th of February*

I should really put blogging back into my schedule. I have so much going on, both big and little things that I would really wish to write down and maybe w

hen I have the time later on, remember that this wasn't such a crappy year.

I guess I am one of those people who think life is fulfilling and satisfying only if they have mo

re to do than they can do. Which is just as well anyway...

So where was I?- oh yeah- New Year and beginnings and all...

I completed my rotation in OB/Gyn and sat the final where I got a wonderful 8/10 for myself, thank you very much.

I managed to say sane through that one, most of the time.

At one morning in January I got so freaked out with the future that awaits that all I could do was think about what I was going to do.

I obsessed with the thought, rolling scenarios over and over again in my head until I couldn't even study!

So just then I dragged myself immediat

ely over to my Professor and mumbled something like:

"I know I said I would come later on, but I got so nervous, so I came now"

and he was kind enough to see me before lunch.

The wind and the rain that had totally messed my otherwise very taken care of appearance, might had something to do with it- I must have looked gastly.

And anyway he explained my options to me and urged me to search for information and it felt really good.

Now I have a plan.

In fact my plan is to "do my residency before he retires".

As he wonderfully phrased it: "If we are lucky enough for you to do your residency while I am still here..."

And that felt nice and I was calm once more and content to work on studying for my final-

-much calmer.

Much calmer than I was when studying for my surgery final.

In fact when people conversed in a loud manner in the library- I refrained from yelling and throwing heavy objects their way.

I simply

tapped my pen on the desk and when they looked at me I sushed them.

The first time.

Then the second time I mouthed "Stop talking".

The third time I used my heavy Parker ballpoint that rang through the silence and when they looked at me perplexed I slit my throat with my finger as to send them a message for their future, should they continue to annoy me.

See?

CALMNESS.

And then I filled my i-pod with new stuff.

So when people spoke, I turned it on and disappeared into my own little world of misery studying.

And when

a girl who laughed loudly all afternoon finally made her way to the door, I didn't yell "Yeah that's right YOU KEEP WALKING", I just took a deep breath.

I have so grown up...?

I have it so going on.

And you know what I think saves me from losing it-

My Sundays.

No matter what on Sundays, after lunchtime, I watch The Big Bang Theory on TV...

It's so funny...

Me and my friends always say stuff from Big Bang- like "The horror..."

And we knock on the table repeating "Penny"...

I just love Sheldon...

Okay enough about that- it's carnival time now and there's music and costumes everywhere- and yesterday there was a party from HelMSIC at my school and I got to dress like Michael Jackson- yeah I know, lame, but it was last minute and still it's better than BUMBLE BEE or CAT..- and it was fun seeing all of our schoolmates dressed up.

A bunch of jerks had a very fun idea and the guy dressed like a pimp and hold a cane and all the girls dressed up in stilettos and tight mini dresses and feathers and it was like a cabaret and it was very clever.

*I still hate them though- giving them costume credit doesn't mean I've changed my mind*

But t

he best costume was from a guy in my year who dressed... gay.

He wore gold lame tights, a fluffy sleeved white T-shirt and (hold it-) a sparkly red womans tank top.

He topped the outfit with sparkly pink pretend glasses and a blond Monroe wig.

It was like Alex's brother on Chuck 'n' Lary all over again.

I think he is gay.

My opinion rests on the fact that when I was studying for surgery I saw him get up from the table in front of me and very merrily lower the front of his pants only to reveal fuchsia lacy panties.

So far so good- and then I got REALLY concerned.

A friend of mine went over and said to him "Dude you are SO gay!"

I told him he shouldn't have because I think he actually IS gay, and that's not nice.

He said that he thinks the guy isn't gay.

Well if he is you've certainly messed him up now, haven't you???

And then I got pissed:

Two other guys called him over to pretend ask him for a photo and then when he posed in between of them they sort of turned towards him and pretended to lick his ear or sth- I was too disgusted by their immaturity to look.

SWITCHING TO PRESENT MODE NOW

And yes I know- maybe I was over reacting- but then a week later *because this post is coming from the future* the dude came over at lunch and asked for a copy of his photo and they pretended they didn't know whose camera it was!!!

And THEN I got really pissed and I turned to the guy and said:

" I remember whose it was- it was yours! Give the guy the photo!"

I don't think he cared anyway.

That's hardcore for you.

So anyway-

We paraded in the carnival dressed as Daisies- that's lime daisies and not pink.. I guess someone wanted to look at us and think "grass" not "flower", but it was great fun and we danced and all.

And on Saturday night there was another party with a "Movies" theme, at which I dressed up as Dirty Dancing and then ended up dressed as Fame, and THEN I ended up sitting the entire time on a couch talking to a girl I really really OH REALLY hate, but was too tired to get up, AAAAND- her little sister!

No this isn't funny- it's a cruel cruel joke fate played on me.

And I thought maybe my friends would come to rescue me but then again I thought the risk of her sticking to them was too high to take- and when the fat girl (or as delicately as my best friend put it- "She's large, but yet warm" when we were sitting in the cold and she pushed by) got up from MY couch, a friend of mine came over and told me that she and another friend were actually thinking of coming and saving me, but they concluded it was a Suicide Mission and thought best not to.

See?

Overreacting???

I don't think so!

And now I'm in Pediatrics and my intern and I went to see a 5 month old girl.

And when he examined her she stared at me and kept staring.

And I smiled...

and she kept staring.

And then I winked...

and she kept staring.

And then I waved...

And then I made funny faces...

And THEN I took it a step further, and I picked up her butterfly toy and started to fly it around her crib-

... and then the toy started playing baby-music...

and the intern and the mom stared at me and I guess I didn't look so professional at the time.

I guess Pediatrics isn't for everyone...

So that's it from me, for now...

I have internet issues at home, so I guess I won't be blogging soon... shame!!!!

Ba-bye...

The Hangover (Let the dogs out)

2010-01-24T18:21:00.001+02:00

I should remember this when I fail my OB/Gyn exam.

New Year's Resolutions - 2010

2010-01-01T15:58:00.003+02:00

Happy New Year!!!

'Tis the season to make resolutions and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Pens up, time to get creative, what do I want from 2010?

1. Be healthy *classic stuff first*

2. Smile more

3. Laugh more

4. Style up clothes and make up.

5. Lose weight 5kg *this is getting kind of funny*

6. Keep travelling, travel more!

7. Study calmly and hard

8. Do well in final exams

9. Finish medical school.

10. Exercise *my Aerobics Class is a major hit with all my personalities*

11. Keep my room as organised as it is now

12. Design my room *I know what this means*

13. Cultivate self on music,

14. Poems,

15. Films,

16. Cheese, *yes that's cheese*

17. Whine.

18. Drink whine!

19. ...Do shots!!

20. Keep in touch with friends

21. Stay in love with my boyfriend

22. Spend time with friends, family, my boyfriend and other people I love.

23. Watch movies, one per week at least *cinema, DvD*

24. Watch older sitcoms *oh I'd love that!!!*

25. Develop healthy eating habits. *Like "one squeezed orange every day" instead of "one bite of chocolate every day"*

26. Start on my residency- even if it means just a minor step like obtaining an observer position or a major step like getting an F2 spot straight away.

27. ...in a place that I like

28. Get a Blackberry. *What? I want one!*

29. Actually like using the Blackberry... *hee hee hee*

30. Keep that plant in my room alive at least till September *Dammit- I forgot its name*

31. Be more active-no slouching

32. Be calmer- Stop snapping

33. Play the piano

34. Play the guitar

35. Walk on the beach

36. Socialise

37. Keep record of my life in my diaries

38. Wear heels

39. Style up my hair

40. Take good care of people I love

41. Stay close to people who love me back

42. Be smarter and wiser

43. Look deeper, make right choices

44. Smile wider

45. Laugh harder

46. Hug tighter

47. Sleep lighter

48. Dream bigger

49. Love stronger

...and above all...

50. Be happy

Happy New Year to all!!!

May 2010 bring joy, health, luck and love to you and your loved ones!

Happy 2010!

"When I was 22, it was a very good year.."

2010-01-01T15:01:00.007+02:00

O n last year's resolutions DID/ DIDN'T ratio, I scored a 40/50, but I think that's a bit fishy because most of them were a little vague...

*smile more?? yeah okay...*

Still though, my true score must be somewhere around 34 at my most modest, and calculating aside, I think 2009 was a very good year.

I got through it healthy and happy most of the time.

I traveled to London and road tripped through Norway, all the way up to the North Cape where the sun never sets, climbed my way up to Preikestolen, laid down on the asphalt on the road to Karigiasnemi and flew all the way back up to Stockholm on Boxing Day.

*Is anyone selling a cabin in Lapland?- please contact me!!!*

I got the flu, -yes the H1N1, where have you been-, got the shot for it, was a walking zombie for almost a week and then got HSV on my lips, but then again that could have been all the studying for my surgery exam, but I'll get to that later.

So the winter of 2009 went through with me realising how badly I want to be a surgeon. So badly that I developed headaches for the first time in my life through Internal Medicine.

Then springtime came and that's when I realised that for the first time in my life I actually had to get on a diet, because I was nearly 4kg over my normal weight, and if you're goin' up, then you never now how high you'll get. So it wasn't about fashion anymore, it was about being myself. And through a sleepless Sunday before my surgery rotation I decided to see what Atkins was all about, since I don't eat any fruit as it is. And it worked. I dropped to my normal weight and pretty much stayed there.

I spent Easter with my godparents and in June we visited Mykonos for a wedding, which was a very fun and a very weird trip.

Then July was a hot month dedicated to tanning, ice-creams, dressing up for afternoon walks and generally self admiration.

August was a travelling month, Norway I love you, Finland I love you more.

September was the month of change, some friends are just not worth it.

And October was fun too, and we visited Thessaloniki...

And I think I lost track of time somewhere then because all I did was study for surgery.

My first final was set on December 16th and I haven't studied more in my whole life.

I needed to pass, I wanted to pass, I love surgery and I DID pass!!!

My teacher was very strict but hey- I made it!!!

And then it was Christmas time and I got a make over, I bought tons of make up and clothes.

We celebrated Christmas the way we always do and on Boxing Day we flew to Stockholm where it was icy -9 C and snowy white beautiful.

I love my boyfriend even more than when I first kissed him and I miss him, even when he's sleeping right next to me.

I wish 2010 brings health and luck and love to my family, the people I love, and me...!

:-D

Merry Christmas!!!

2009-12-25T11:20:00.002+02:00

All the love and joy to the world!!!

I have met Santa too...

http://www.santaclauslive.com/main.php?link=santa_claus_live&kieli=eng&pid=2

http://www.santaclauslive.com/main.php?link=santa_claus_live&kieli=eng&pid=3

"Good Times..."

2009-12-13T18:41:00.001+02:00

"We're gonna stay here till we sooth our souls...

It may take all night long..."

...my surgery revision will...

but I'm sure I'll feel "soothed" when this revision ends before Tuesday.. IF it ends before Tuesday.. that is.

I loved surgery, I really did...

I still do...

I love studying for it... I love assisting...

I miss it...

And I will miss it even more when it's totally gone.

I hope I pass on Wednesday... I deserve to.

I really do. I am so frightened.

I am very tired but I still love my surgery books.

And I love the way they look overused and over-read...

And I also know that many years from now I will look at them with the same love that I do today...

That's a lot of love for someone who's as tired as I am.

So a long night of surgery awaits me...

"So c'mon, let the good times roll..."

Play it again, Sam...

Oh, what a mystery that's sealed so tight...

2009-12-12T20:08:00.001+02:00

Studying at Starbucks also means that I am starting to know the playlist a little too well...

Maybe more than my surgery stuff...

Maybe I'll die if I don't get to pass.

I don' wanna get over you...

2009-11-26T20:27:00.001+02:00

"Slow down, my beating heart, slowly love..."

2009-11-05T20:51:00.001+02:00

It's a dream come true- I've got tickets for U2 in Athens...

Lucky bastard, me...

My favorite U2 man is The Edge and I can't wait to see him perform OHMYGOD will it really be me in that stadium?!?!

Hopefully already with an MD but that's a different story that kind of me???

So I'm in surgery now and life is beautiful and I actually LIKE waking up and going to the hospital!!!!

I had forgotten what that was all about, what with ENT and Ophthalmology not being my cup of tea, but Surgery is my love and I get to walk around as if I know my stuff which is always nice...

What wasn't nice is that on Monday a jerk from my group (why the h*** is he in our group I can't remember) suggested that we discuss in our daily hour with a Prof MY patient.

Not HIS- MY patient.

No no-

let me rephrase-

my PANCREATITIS patient.

The one I had JUST taken on that very morning.

The ONE with the peripancreatic FLUID COLLECTIONS

And not just any Prof-

The one who instead of answering just grunts and if he does in fact try to speak it is only to sear at you

eg.

INTERN: "Sir, they've got your patient in the OR already"
PROF: "BLAWWURGUH" with a gesture resembling "get the hell out of here"

So basically that jerk f**** me.

I desperately tried to present the case which was NO GOOD.

"Was the patients Amylase raised?"

"I can't remember"

"Why did they do an ERCP?"

"He had pain in the upper right quadrant"

"So would you perform an ERCP on every patient with pain there?"

"Uhm... no"

"Then why do you say HE did?"

"I don't know"

"Did you prepare the patient AT ALL?"

"I got him this morning sir, I did the best I could."

And we ALL KNOW how much THAT means to surgeons....

And anyway the next day ANOTHER teacher quit rounds in my patient and started asking me for AN HOUR (seriously 9-10 am) about pancreatitis. Not JUST pancreatits, but HIS pancreatits.

Again the same questions... and again I had no answers, even though I had spent all the previous day studying on the Pancreas till my eyes burned.

So he said I should prepare the patient and present him on THAT days hour.

So I DID.

And again I screwed up.

And you know why I didn't know if the Amylase was raised back in August???

Because they didn't ASK for a fucking Amylase test!!!!

No Amylase test was in the file!!!

And you know why he did an ERCP???

Because they told him too BACK in AUGUST because he had PAIN IN THE UPPER RIGHT QUADRANT!!!!

I had been RIGHT ALL THE TIME!

I was merely explaining the file I had read- it's not my fault that those previous doctors hadn't done their job right.

So I lost a kg with that pancreatitis.

And the ironic part is that I have to present an article on Monday- you can guess the topic-

Pancreatic Pseudocysts...!!!!

I mean REALLY????

So then I switched back to my old perfume and the teachers kind of left me alone...(!)

I'm not THAT superstitious but I think I'll keep wearing the old perfume JUST to be on the safe side for the rest of the year.

And so today I managed to get into the OR with one of my favorite teachers which was quite fun...

He took an ovary out and I got to fiddle with it and see what it's like before they put it in the box for biopsies.

And then when he was doing the stitches he said I could leave.

And I was like "No,no, I want to stay"

*It was 17:00*

And he was like:

"Don't worry- we will do it right!!! We'll be alright without supervision, you should trust us!!!"

LOL!!!!

He is so cool...

I LOVE surgery- it makes me HAPPY

I feel like home in the OR.

So topping this week, my bf and I booked ourselves a holiday in Stockholm for the Christmas Holidays!!!

I've been to Scandinavia for a month (!) altogether but never in Stockholm... and never in the winter!!!

My GOD I'll freeze to death up there.....

It'll be night ALL the time..

*I should be so lucky*

In fact- I should be so lucky that it SNOWS!!!!

I am so excited!!!!

About EVERYTHING!!!

The tickets, the holiday, surgery, I'm loving it all....

*The surgeon may say I should be a General Surgeon with a subspecialty in breast cancer, but I am a UROLOGIST through and through...*

*no matter how much he refuses to accept it*

PIVOT!

2009-10-27T21:36:00.001+02:00

I heard the word "pivot" in a song this morning, and I burst laughing in the back of my wheel...

Some things are just classic to me.

One of the funniest scenes EVER.

It made my day today... :)

Plant a seed, plant a flower, plant a rose

2009-10-23T21:00:00.005+03:00

"you can plant anyone of those,

keep planting to find out which one grows,

It's a secret no one knows"

I spoke with the Head of the Urology department today, as from now known as MY Professor.

I let him know that I want to be a Urologist and he said many many things to me in the 45 minutes that we were one-on-one in his office and I felt so nice, having him all to myself to answer all of my questions...

He said he gives me the same advice, as he would, had he a daughter doctor...

He made my day, my week, my year, my LIFE...

He said I can have anything I want from him, he'll help me get anywhere I want to...

He said I can do anything I want to.

He guarantied the master's degree position, the ONE and only position he's given each year, will be mine the moment I start my residency in his department.

"The position will be yours. I ALONE decide who takes it and no one else, and you shall have it, I will make sure that you get it"

I am flying...

And the secretary?

He told her that I- "Ellisa"- would be coming this morning.

She said "Ellisa is here, should I let her in?"

He told her "Let the girl in"...

And I did, he asked me to sit down and asked me how I was.

"In yo face New Secretary"

He kept me in his office for 45 minutes and we were interrupted once by an attending, whom I insist on calling by his first name but somehow managed to stay clear of intimacies in the presence of MY professor, and who was quite surprised and happy to see me there.

And once I walked out of the room I fell into an intern who asked me what I was doing there;

"I was discussing my future" *yes I'm a smartass*

"You ARE actually thinking of doing Urology??"

"No- I WILL be a Urologist" *that was my first official announcement*

He rolled his eyes in a "Oh the girl will never learn" kind of way, and you know what?

I couldn't care less!!!

In fact, I smiled in a "I just found out why you in particular will never get a master's degree position, while I in particular am on the waiting list already" kind of way, and flew across the corridor in my brand new Urology stride...

"Ain't nothing gonna break my stride, nobody's gonna slooow me down... oh no... I got to keep on mooooviiin"

And you know something else???

The windows of the Urology wards DO have a fabulous view of the sea, the mountains, the city and the bridge...

So there you have it...

I'm a female Urologist now...

pending, but officially...

"Baby look at me
And tell me what you see.
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time, I'll make you forget the rest.
I got more in me, and you can set it free
I can catch the moon in my hand
Don't you know who I am?"

"Remember my name..."

The Hanson song was one of my first favorites- it's very sweet and I was 10 and full of hope for my life-

pretty much like I am now.

Only better-

All the love, to all the people, in ALL THE WORLD!!!

~*from my heart*~

Have you climbed up to Preikestolen?

2009-10-20T19:36:00.001+03:00

Preikestolen, Norway 604 m

I am so proud of myself... it took us 2 hours to climb up, and 2 hours to climb down!!!

It was totally worth it... yes it is the BEST view I've ever experienced- and I've been around quite a lot I think...

"I work hard, everyday of my life"

2009-10-19T20:33:00.001+03:00

2:10- 2:27
"Got no feel- I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat..."

Why wasn't I born sooner???

I'm yours

2009-10-11T00:00:00.000+03:00

"Love is... when two people, who can be very different, claps eyes on each other and in an instant feel that they've known one another for centuries... and for that person they are ready and willing to do everything in the world, even if it is beyond their limits and even if it contrasts with themselves..."

I had fallen in love before, and I had fallen for him before we went to Thessaloniki for the first time, five and a half years ago.

I had looked into his eyes many times in the past, but in Thessaloniki I felt exactly that way and suddenly I lost my power and I felt helpless in his arms, as if my heart had taken over and wouldn't listen to anything I said.

Five and a half years later, we visit again, and picked up where we had left off.

Our kiss isn't forbidden now.

Our love is as strong.

We've added five years of knowing each other to the "centuries" of that it felt in our first moments,

I can't remember what life was without him.

My heart still has control and I am still as helpless...

*I'm yours*

PS. The picture was taken before the one glass of Vodka that had me drunk as if I had had twenty... By the by, I think the drunk version of me is much less boring than the real me, I just laugh and "Say what?" :)

"It'll be fun... having a woman around"

2009-10-09T09:22:00.001+03:00

I was walking towards the hospital yesterday at noon from the library, when I crossed paths with a Urology resident, one of those who actually teach you and never asks you to do their work- which I wouldn't mind doing if he did ask.

So I'm like-

"Hi!!!" *insert cheerful kindergarden wave*

"Hey... when WILL you come?"

"Uhm... where?- the OR?"

"No NOT the OR- when will you come do your residency! Come!"

!!!

"Ha... I'll come when the time comes... I WILL come."

"I was thinking about you the other day... what it would be like... eight men, one woman... you would have to wait for us to change first..."

"Change where?" *He's drifting off and I'm losing him*

"You know- the on call room- we only have one, you know?"

"Oh... well maybe I'll have to dress at home"

"You know... there are other women residents of Urology too... there's one in Thessaloniki, one in Athenes, one in Crete... 3-4... there ARE some"

"Yeah and there are 3-4 more who are already specialists- so that makes 6-7, 8? in Greece..."

"Oh yeah...? That many? I didn't know..."

"Yep." ("many"?)

"Come, Ellisa, come for your residency...

... it'll be fun having a woman around"

:-)

"So Lock the Doors and Call me Yours..."

2009-10-07T00:34:00.001+03:00

I'm a sentimental sap that's all...

Oh it's fun to start a day whistling, especially when it's a tune from an old American musical...

But then again if you have a reason to whistle, then maybe that's the reason you feel "gay".

I went to meet my Urology Prof this morning and I didn't even get past his secretary.

I said "Hi, could I speak with the Prof please?"

"Are you a student?"

"Ye-"

"5th or 6th year?"

"6th- No I don't want to attend Andrology classes"

*stops and stares as if I've come from Mars*

"Then what do you want the Prof for?"

"I want to speak with him."

"What for?"

"About UROLOGY."

*I'm beginning to lose it, so I'm slightly starting to smirk*

"What do you want about Urology?"

"I just want to speak with him. When could I see him?"

"Do you want to do your residency?"

"YES"

*Don't f*ck with me LADY because I'm still polite.*

"Then you should come at the end of the month- or maybe NEXT MONTH!"

*at which point she actually turns her back around me-I'm actually considering running for his office door*

*I freeze. Cruel smirk still on my face, she seems to be having second thoughts as one of the other secretaries is smiling- she must have just remembered me from last week when I was introduced to her as "the Best Student ever to have done Urology" from the previous secretary, which would HUG and KISS me whenever she saw me*

she goes on "It's not an URGENT matter- is it?!"

*are you challenging me?*

So as sweetly as possible I said:

"I'll come back next WEEK, and you can tell me then"

That's not a nice start.

The previous secretary left and along with her my privileges did too... Long gone are the days when she would breeze me through to the Prof saying "The girl is here"

Oh and by the by-

The Prof himself said I could have come anytime.

If only his darn door wasn't shut he would at least have heard me ask for him.

He is so kind-once he heard me speak with his secretary and called me in himself "Bring her in- bring the girl in, I want to talk to her!"

He said he had a scholarship in his hands and he was wondering where to find me.

See?

"NEXT MONTH" my **S.

Maybe I should try again on Thursday.

But on the bright side, while waiting outside, two lovely ladies were very excited on me becoming a Urologist and said I should have given them my card.

"My Card"

...~my cahrrrrrd....

*sounds nice*

"Here I am with all my bridges burned"

Oh what a day...

I miss Norway... when will I visit Lapland again??? I can't go every summer- I want to go somewhere else this time, but if I don't go then when will I?!?!

*I know, I have such big problems*

"I'm a sentimental sap that's all

what's the use of trying not to fall?"

So my friend and I went for a bit of ice cream yesterday and I got her all worked up on how we should become Lecturers in a Medical School nearby someday...

I tend to do that.

I dream big and then I make other people dream with me.

You see I INCLUDE them in my dreams, and then I just let them know.

And then I convince them that it is quite possible.

As if it weren't enough that I'm walking on clouds on my own-

I need company.

Well as I said to her- some people will become Lecturers, it might as well be us... why not?!

"I have no will

You made your kill

You took advantage of me"

You know some guys just know what to do and when to do it.

So we decided to visit the city we fell in love in, just for the weekend.

Well actually I had fallen for him before we went there, but I'm being honest when I say that in that city I TOTALLY LOST it...!!!

The most romantic city in Greece...

I can't think of much else now... the thought is taking over me!

All I can think of is walking along the market at the break of dawn.

I feel loved...

I feel IN love...

I feel happy...

I'm so hot and bothered that I don't know
My elbow from my ear
I suffer something awful each time you go
And much worse when you're near

Here am I with all my bridges burned
Just a babe in arms where you're concerned
So lock the doors

and call me yours
'Cause you took advantage of me

You lift me OFF- THE- GROUND

2009-09-29T21:23:00.001+03:00

I always want you around...

:-D

I'm addicted!

If you're a bird,- I'm a bird

2009-09-18T20:55:00.001+03:00

So it's not gonna be easy.
It's gonna be really hard.
And we're gonna have to work
at this every day,
but I want to do that,
because I want you.
I want all of you,
forever, you and me, every day.

Check the grin- you're in love...

2009-09-14T22:52:00.001+03:00

(Meg)
If there's a prize for rotten judgement
I guess I've already won that
No man is worth the aggravation
That ancient history,
Been there done that

(Muses)
Who'd'ya think you're kiddin'
He's the Earth and heaven to you
Try to keep it hidden
Honey, we can see right through you
Girl, ya can't conceal it
We know how ya feel and
Who you're thinking of

(Meg)
No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no

(Muses)
You swoon, you sigh
why deny it, uh-oh

(Meg)
It's too cliche
I won't say I'm in love

I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming get a grip, girl
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out
Oh

(Muses)
You keep on denying
Who you are and how you're feeling
Baby, we're not buying
Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling
Face it like a grown-up
When ya gonna own up
That ya got, got, got it bad

(Meg)
No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no

(Muses)
Give up, but give in
Check the grin you're in love

(Meg)
This scene won't play,
I won't say I'm in love

(Muses)
You're doin flips read our lips
You're in love

(Meg)
(Shoo doo, shoo doo)
You're way off base
I won't say it
(She wont say it)
Get off my case
(Shut Up, shut up)
I won't say it

(Muses)
Girl, don't be proud
It's okay you're in love

(Meg)
Oh
At least out loud,
I won't say I'm in love

“So if there’s any other way to spell the words, fine with me”

2009-09-13T19:42:00.004+03:00

Tomorrow rounds begin with Ophthalmology and the gang has gathered already. Myself being a freak for setting “beginnings” and “fresh starts”, I have already bought a new pair of jeans and three ladylike T-shirts to be worn with said jeans and a posh belt.

*yeah I’m not sure how the outfit is supposed to work when I fear I will be climbing the walls out of boredom and whining on being underappreciated but these are my issues and let’s just hope that I will keep them to myself and they won’t really show above the posh belt*

I am a senior medical student.

Oh my god- when did that happen…

Had someone told me that when I was 9 I would be smirking and laughing my head off. *Funnily enough I was even more sarcastic as a child*

I’m actually going to be a doctor, me, the little girl pretending to be Elvis Presley in front of my grandmother’s mirror…

A surgeon, to be exact.

A Urologist- for that matter!!!

So I guess “It’s now or never” and my first BIG exam is Surgery, planned around December, the days before Christmas.

I tried to postpone the day when I would set foot at school, and allow myself time to get used to being there, having lunch there, and basically stop watching TV and having lunch at home and going swimming… It wasn’t nice.

“Induction phase” could have gone better, but I did finish the first two chapters and revised the first one, which would be around 1/6 of the curriculum.

Which is kind of shit but then again it was induction phase, I can do better than that.

I ought to- if anything.

I blanked a couple of times, I felt lost through the vastness of the pages and it really freaked me out that I have this huge thing to prepare and show up in three months time…

And then a first year came up to me and asked me about “school stuff” and I helped her around, feeling both proud to be a senior, and at the same time sad for myself because through my hardest times of first year, it had never occurred to me to just “ask” somebody for a little help…

And then I thought, wait a minute, I am lost now, aren’t I? Why won’t I ask for help?

So I walked up to my mentor and explained:

“Hi, this year I’ve got my finals and maybe could I come up and ask questions sometimes??”

and I had a whole speech prepared to back up my argument, starting on how I had planned out my study schedule and which could lead on to a desperate plea “I won’t make it on my own”, simple, straightforward and truthful, but he almost cut me in the middle of my question with a smile:

“Sure”

and it felt so nice..

Now I have help.

Maybe I don’t have to do it on my own. *Well not totally on my own…*

And I guess it’s not that difficult to ask for a helping hand when you feel lost at school. Or anywhere- for that matter.

“Rhythm is a dancer- it’s a soul’s companion”

And we sure danced at very fast rhythms since the gang faced the amazing challenge of infidelity.

Mwahaha I don’t give a shit- if a girl treats guys like that then it’s her problem not mine… just as long as she doesn’t expect us to take sides, because I know already where my loyalties lie.

“This is not about emotion, I don’t need a reason not to care”

You know, when time passes and things happen, you sort of change, you feel brand new, or rather old, but somehow different. And when summer has passed and life starts over, there’s always the question of how you and your friends will fit together again.

I feel different this year, for better or for worse, permanently or temporarily, but I think I’m not the same as in May.

Or aren’t they?

On the contrary, when I meet someone again and I feel that they’ve changed, I’ve changed, but somehow it’s still “us” and the words are easy, well that’s nice too.

“Who gives a f*ck about an Oxford comma?”

“Urology huh?... well you can be a Urologist, and then do Pediatric Urology!”

“Uhm… I’m not that big a fan of Peds…”

“Hmm then you could be a Urologist, and then do Andrology!!!”

“Erm no I actually can’t stand doing Andrology”

“Hmmm then maybe Urodynamics???”

I JUST WANT TO BE A UROLOGIST MAN. J-U-S-T A UROLOGIST!!!

“What am I to you?”

I am finding it a bit hard to figure out my place in other people’s heads…

I thought some people would be very happy to see me and I didn’t really count on others, but I proved myself wrong on some and strange things have been happening lately and maybe I’m being misunderstood, or maybe I misunderstand OR I’m right on the money…

“when you’re feeling low, whom else do you call

see I cry if you hurt-”

I can’t believe this is my last year here.

I know I feel bad about starting tomorrow, but then again I know as well that there will be countless of times in my life when I will look back on this Sunday and wish I could go back to this…

After all, I almost know exactly what’s going to happen tomorrow.

My friends will be there, I’ll be in all the familiar places, there is a sweetness to that.

“I’ve opened up my heart, never want to part…”

I remember when I met them all for the first time.

What I didn’t know then was that they would be my friends through the hardest and most beautiful *up till now* years of my life…

yeah maybe they too had something to do with making them so sweet…

"Cause I’m always ready, I won’t let you outta my sight"

2009-09-03T18:00:00.001+03:00

*My Summer 2009, Part II*

Arriving home from Mykonos I faced the challenge of planning my summer.

Well July, that is, and the second half of August. (the first half would be spent in Scandinavia, but that’s another post, a much much longer one)

So I came up with “Ms Ellisa’s Summer Rules”, which I was to post on this lovely blog, if my computer hadn’t failed me.

You give, and you give, and all you get in return is disappointment.

When he had been ill with that virus, I stood by him. I gave him the best anti-virals I could get, stayed with him night and day, helping him get through it.

Wasn’t I the one who restarted him over and over again?

I was the one who full-scanned him countless of times.

I was the one who kept him even though the cd-drive wasn’t working properly.

But he failed me.

And it really hurt because it was the time when I really had lots to blog about.

And so I asked my dad about repairing him and he suggested I buy a new one.

And so I did…

I threatened him that he would be the first lap top to fly out a window the moment my new one entered the apartment.

I ordered a MacBook Pro, 17’’ , that’s how pissed I was that I switched to Mac, making the new lap top as different from the old one as possible and I love it more and more by the minute.

Anyway, back to the rules.

My summer rules were all about having fun and making the most of the summer.

I was to go swimming everyday, take long walks in the city, always be dressed as a lady, nails polished, hands and feet and I was to join a gym.

I’m happy to say in retrospect, I did all that.

And most important of all, I was supposed to do all of those things with the people I really love, things that you believe are routine, but then if you think about it they only happen three times a year the most, mostly due to lifestyle restrictions.

And I did.

My godsister was appointed queen of my world, which she didn’t know, but I made it a rule to always say yes to anything she suggested.

We went shopping, we ate lunch, we watched Nanny 911, we went to the movie’s, we went swimming, we talked about our lives at Starbucks.

We began with a Michael Jackson extravaganza.

We ended up crying all of the time so we stopped it after the Oprah interview.

The man obviously had problems, I don’t know what they really were, but he did…

The saddest thing is that I believe that the people around him tried to make money even out of him dying… it outrages me.

A hell of a dancer though... I really admire that.

I tried to do the moonwalk but all I got to was half a moonstep…

We went shopping and I bought nice dresses and peep toes and Vogue sunglasses which I later noticed that Heather Graham wears in The Hangover, which is such a funny movie, you should definitely not miss it.

We also bought matching Zara trench coats which look like Burberry and I am very glad that we paid for both of them 1/8 of the price of one… if I were to buy a Burberry, it would be the gray/ black coat that Emma Watson wears on the Quidditch try outs in the “Half Blood Prince”.

(okay Emma, we got it, you advertise Burberry clothing, we also saw you in Vogue… both July and August issues… Brit and US… no I am not jealous… I very much prefer wearing MY clothes than having a brand like Burberry dressing me for my new movie… studying surgery in the heat is so much more fulfilling than charming little yellow birds… okay maybe I’m a little bit jealous of the navy jacket but that’s it… just that… and maybe the gray/ black one… okay and the beige… ah screw it)

We did everything together and now she’s back in London and I really miss her.

I was talking about her to another friend of mine and I nearly said “My sister and I” and I felt this huge wave of love surround me.

I also got to seeing my godmother a lot.

And friends from the States and class mates of mine, and another friend of mine graduated college and it was so moving and I figured, that everybody tries to get people to come to their graduation so that they will shout for them, but I don’t care.

If I have my parents there and maybe a third person that loves me and understands what it means to me and how hard it was to achieve, I will think of myself very lucky.

Well then and also if I get to graduate with all of my friends.

And if I have a nice dress.

And maybe I’ll get to wear my Manolo Blahniks… if I can walk airily in them by then!!! :-D

To the point- where was I?

I went swimming nearly every day and I got a tan so brown that I have never seen myself that tanned, not since I had been a little girl and resembled a tiny blond gipsy kid running around in the sun.

A couple of times I spotted jellyfish and I managed to “walk on water” and scream as I GRACEFULLY got out of the water and ran shivering across the beach.

I also joined the gym, for a month, and one month only.

I hate the gym.

I went there every day, on the treading mill for 30’ min, and then walked back home.

All I could think about the time I was there was Chandler Bing and his immortal words:

“I wanna quit the gym. I wanna quit the gym.”

…

To every person several different things define summer…

It can be swimming, hanging out, long days, strong sun, heat, larger amounts of ice cream being consumed, crystal waters of the sea, diving from rocks, eating at taverns by the sea, day trips, cramping in sea boats, dust and sand in the car, “Down Under” by Men At Work, the smell of Gardenias at dusk, the beach lights at night, walking along the coast feeling the crisp breeze as the sun sets, meeting people you miss through the winter, short shorts, hippy shirts, long earrings, bronze eye shadows, girls humming, little boys growing inches taller overnight, books by Marian Keyes.

To me, it’s all of the above, plus one, or maybe two.

Watching reruns of “Beverly Hills 90210” and “Baywatch” around lunchtime.

It reminds me so much of summer that I don’t even like watching Baywatch, and yet, I sit through two back to back episodes everyday with a smile on my face.

The sound of "I'm always here" means summer to me.

Now Beverly Hills, that’s my true love. Well Dylan is…

So this is summer for me… and this has been a great one, so far.

Little did I know that it was about to get even better than that too…

A Very Mamma Mia! Wedding

2009-08-28T01:02:00.001+03:00

*My Summer 2009, Part I*

In the end of June we went to Mykonos, my parents and I, to attend the wedding of the daughter of a very dear friend of my dad’s from college.

The great part is that aside from my dad, the other members of the “gang” attended as well, and arriving from Athens, Patra, Volos and Boston, we made reservations at the same hotel.

So I got to spend 5 days in Mykonos staying in a hotel suite with the younger two of my parents’ best man three daughters and a friend of theirs (“I represent the South”).

I told my mum “The Christmas gang is going on holliday” because we usually get together at Christmas.

We left on Wednesday evening to spend the night in Rafina because the boat to Mykonos was to leave very early in the next morning. We ate at a tavern close to the port and I am proud to say that I drove all the way there in my pretty Ford Fiesta.

Day 1: “Are you exited?!”

You bet I was!!! That was the first thing the second of the girls asked me after ‘Hello’ when we met on the boat the very next day.

The high speed kept rocking on the way and it made me super nauseous- or maybe that was because half the way I was sitting facing the back of the boat while talking to the Second Daughter (SD) and her South Friend (SF), and some random guy with his girlfriend who gave us the evil eye while at the same time pretending to rest on his shoulder sleeping. I don’t blame her. He obviously couldn’t care less about her well being, he kept moving around in his seat and bumping her in the eye with the far end of his clavicle and to top it all he referred to her as “she” and slightly implied that the best part of the trip will be when she heads home to get back to her studies. But maybe he meant that on account of the locations he was visiting… His eyes were a bit smoky and SF said later on that it must be cause of all the drugs.

Some people…

We arrived to Mykonos and I got my life scared out of me because of all the winding roads and speeding cars.

The hotel was nice and the beach was great.

The hotel bar and restaurant were of the most famous of the island, all in white wood, sofas and large pillows…

We spent the rest of the day on the beach sun bathing.

That’s when we commented on the fact that this was a Mamma Mia! Wedding because people were heading to a Greek island from different parts of the world for a wedding.

You gotta love life…

In the evening we went to town and had dinner in a restaurant with very tasty foods and very large portions, so large that we were all full from the appetizers and had to cancel all our dishes one by one.

By the time we were through with dinner we were so exhausted that we couldn’t even think about going out and we got back to the hotel and slept.

Day 2: “He can't be dead, he is Michael Jackson! Michael Jackson can't be dead...”

Friday, the day of the Rehearsal dinner. It was going to be held in the restaurant of our hotel, so once again we spent the day at the beach, where I broke the barriers of my sunbathing limits and SD introduced me to the world of “Tanning Oil”.

“’ts like cancer in a bottle!!!”

I wore a baggy green Max Mara dress to dinner, which was too baggy and made me look like an oversized fat teenager and I am to not wear it ever again… unless sometime in my life I end up being super skinny and can pass it on as a “look”.

…and maybe not even then.

The food was exquisite according to my taste, I ended up eating for two and another daughter of the gang joined us, while we all exchanged funny stories about our everyday life.

We had a great time and, by the time we were done with that too, we went up to the rooms and called it a night.

We also had a couple of earthquakes!!!... very Mamma Mia!... even though that wasn’t a real earthquake and even though it wasn’t the rehearsal dinner…

Day 3: “A Very Mamma Mia! Wedding”

Saturday the day of the wedding was our last chance to get a tan before the wedding and once again… we spent the day at the beach eating tiropites from a nearby bakery.

I wore my dreamy light blue dress at the wedding, but the straps kept falling down and it didn’t feel so dreamy on me.

The wedding took place in a tiny chapel on a cliff and the bride and groom were surprisingly late, both of them.

It was as if they had changed the time of the wedding without informing any of us…

Somewhere someone must have been singing “the winner takes it all”… and just to make sure the Third Daughter and I hummed along as we sat waiting.

The ceremony was lovely and the reception took place in a lovely hotel nearby with a pool and an ocean view.

We were seated at the kids (!) table but not only did we manage to survive but we made friends with four girls our age from Texas which we invited the next day to our beach.

Nah nahnah…

We danced till 4 am in the morning and what with the bride singing and the groom stripping down to his boxers and jumping in the pool with the groomsmen, it was pretty fun…

But then again it depends on what your point of view is- TD asked quite reasonably “Why would you perform at your own wedding??” and she is quite right…

Day 4: "Gopher eyes...!!!" - I think I finally got it!

We decided that we tour the island since we hadn’t actually seen any other part other than the town, our hotel beach, and the wedding location.

We got into my car and toured the North part and most of the South beaches of Mykonos…

At some point SF saw her name written somehow on a sign by the road and asked if she could take a picture. So I stopped the car on the side of the road but we were already too far for her to get a good pic. SO I told her to wait and I drove on reverse for about 200m since the road was empty at the time…

The girls were all laughing and clapping “aaah the Greek way!!!” and only then did I realize that driving backwards isn’t quite the “legit” way of driving…!!!

We ended up in our own beach again and I ordered a Cheeseburger, which was brought to me to my beach chair and which I devoured in no time… *home cooked fries… sea… sun… holliday… sigh*

In the evening we all ate at a nearby restaurant where we discussed stuff from our childhood when we were all together in the States and spent the hollidays together.

Then we went out to town.

It was really something, but it definitely was not my -thing.

We went to Scandinavian Bar and Disco after the girls got a drink at a bar where the bouncer looked like a neo Nazi commando and which I refused to enter seeing that he had his gun on display.

I do realize that bars have bouncers and most of the time they are for the people’s safety and most of the time one or two of them may have a gun. I know for a fact that in most bars in Patras there are bouncers and there is one of them sitting inside the bar with a gun hidden under his jacket “just in case”. But the bouncers in the front door serve mostly as doormen.

And I really, really don’t get why a doorman has to have a gun andwhy on earth the gun would be on display on his belt.

And I don’t get why he had to match it with soldier’s pants and boots.

That’s all I’m saying…

That and “I’m not going in there”…

Day 5: “If you need me let me know, I’m gonna be around”

On the last day I got up, managed to get my feet into shoes other than sandals and flip flops and had brownies for breakfast… (so much with Atkins)

We exchanged e-mails with the girls, and I had a really great time with all of them.

I was really glad to hang out with them after all these years, now that we are all grown up *sniff*

We took the boat back, drove home and I gained 1.5kg and a tan… :-D

May they live a long and happy life together.

My first pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes - my first day in the life of a real lady

2009-08-22T09:23:00.002+03:00

Yes I have, in fact, placed them on an armchair...

And I can hardly speak, My heart is beating so, And anyone can tell...

2009-06-24T16:01:00.001+03:00

*I love Ray Charles... I'm just sorry that I missed watching him perform live...*

This is a beautiful song and so true in so many ways.

My heart stops a little whenever I listen to it, especially from Ray Charles, his voice enters my soul...

I read somewhere that "being in love" means "always feeling insecure".

Y'ah!!

What else is new?!!

*I paid 8€ for this??*

I dare anyone claim they don't feel that way...

In White Coats and Flip- Flops

2009-06-09T20:04:00.001+03:00

The temperature's rising high as summer's kicked in already and my fifth year is coming to an end on Friday.

I am to sit an exam for my ICU rotation and I don't really get any of that stuff- if you add the fact that I hate Respiratory then you can imagine how happy I am when I study in the library.

Last Monday (yesterday) was a religious holliday and the school was closed, so we took a long weekend and made it fun by making not one, not two, but three excursions to beaches a bit further away from my city.

I got a tan- yay!!!

I am actually three or four shades darker than my usual but you can't really tell cause I am too white naturally... darn it... but it's still too soon, I've got time! Summer awaits...

Another highlight of the weekend, elections on Sunday proved to be quite interesting and my godparents and my family all gathered around the TV eating baked lamb and salads, humouring each other on the results.

Topping the weekend, last night my eldest cousin and my nephew came to see us, during their annual visit to Greece from the States, and we talked and talked about our lives and life in general eating pieces of ice-cream cake until 3 am in the morning... he has grown to be a very interesting guy (now a freshman at Berkley- my my we are all growing...) and I am very proud to be related to him.

Then our moms kicked us out of the kitchen so that they could discuss their own stuff, and he broadened my knowledge on bands that are not yet famous in Greece...

So after about 20 of those, I said:

"Hmm good one... any others?"

and he was like:

"Ah I don't know- it's THREE in the MORNING!!!"

He was so sleepy poor thing and so was I.

So I made it to school with only 4 hours of sleep AND I 've got the worst of PMS's and despite endless hot flashes followed by chills and cramps, I managed to make it through the day with only ONE outburst, in which -and do take note- I scolded two of my friends about never showing up on rounds and ruining the image of the whole group, the image on which- oh yes- we are to be graded, as a whole group.

One of them tried to humour me, but the other one cought on the fact that I was talking specifically t-o them and he held the other one back.

So I got that out of my system for a while and in a very creative way I like to think...

Other than that I feel miserable.

Why?

Why else?- PMS.

I feel fat.

Even though I am only up by 0.5kg which is a major success since I can add up to 2.5kg during these days...

*make room for Ms Elephant-isa... pomb ba da pomb*

Anyway, sun is shining, life is quite good so far.

Godsister is flying home too soon-

I will be through with the hospital too soon-

Oh and I bought a dress!!!

Oh YES the DRESS!!!

For a wedding!!!

In MYKONOS!!!

My first "princess dress for the ball" it's so beautiful!!!

It's light blue (as in "sky")

It has little flowers on it (as in "colorful spring")

And it's fluffy and airy and silk (as in "I'm a flying ballarina")

It's beautiful...

It's dreamy...

I Should Be So Lucky

2009-05-28T18:46:00.001+03:00

Sometimes you can tell a day from the start-

the radio played this song as I drove to the hospital, and I assisted in surgery.

After the first two hours, things went a tat bit wrong, so the interns had to work on another spot, leaving me alone with the surgeon working on a fully open tummy

:-D

"I should be so lucky..."

I had my hands mostly inside the patient.

I soaked my sleeve in blood and he nearly cut my bicep with the needle.

And all I thought was "God I love surgery!"

I do.. oh I do...

And then it got better.

He talked with me about my future plans...

Lucky lucky lucky...

I am a ladylike surgeon, wearing #7 in gloves...

And also-

I'm in love as well !!!

Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours

2009-05-23T09:05:00.001+03:00

So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
*
This is our fate, I'm yours

Open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love

Ahi me voy otra vez

2009-05-15T17:46:00.001+03:00

I sat the Inicial exam today...

I have no idea how I did, because I cannot correct myself in Spanish...

Remembering my English teacher on completing the Reading Comprehention parts of exams, I took my time in absorbing all the information.

But it took more time than I thought. Which meant one thing.

I wrote the composition in about 15 minutes...

Yes I did.

In fact I produced the 40 words in 12' minutes, and the remaining 45 in 3'.

So I guess I shouldn't be too proud about that..

All in all I am quite happy about the whole thing, mostly because I understood what the examiners were talking about.

Yeah I do mean that.

For instance "You should only use pencil on the answer sheet".

Yeah and I got it!!!

Wow for me!

I got it goin on... I am proud of me today.

*there should be a song for such days of shear self admiration*

And to top the experience, my classmates and I went for a cup of coffee afterwards (or a couple of ice cream scoops which I now regret) and I can hardly recall the last time I was able to sit in a cafe mid-day and enjoy the sun while everybody else is working, as I would be doing as well, hadn't I not taken the day off for sitting my Spanish exam.

And then to prove my point, I went window shopping only to realise that summer has definitely arrived, and I am to wear shorts from now on.

So I bought a pair of Zara shorts, the beige safari "I want to look like an archeologist" type with pockets, which yes, makes me look like a guy, but also, yes, are preppy enough to be worn at school too.

Moreover, I bought a black tunic -because I will always be a "black clothes fit me better" girl at heart-mostly because they didn't have the white one in my size, and less but still stronger as an advantage, the black one made my legs look slimmer *no it's not in my head and no my excuses DO NOT remind you of Isla Fischer- OKAY?*

What I thoroughly enjoyed is that for the first time in the last 5 months that have passed, while trying on said clothes and numerous others till I ended up with said two, I actually needed a smaller size.

Yeah baby.

They were too wide on my waist.

*goosebumps of joy*

I feel free...!!!

Me encuentro muy bien!!!

"No puedo (y no tengo!) con V pequena vivr..."

Then I guess Atkins is working?!?! Hmmmm... :-D

I am killing myself with my aerobics though too. About an hour of intense sweating every other day.

And I am also counting my calories *because did you now that there is a website (http://www.fitday.com/) which can count anything in all that you eat??* but without obsessing about it and I am around 1000kcal per day... with no effort...

Had someone told me two weeks ago that I would be eating around 1000 kcal per day, without being hungry, I would have laughed my head off big time.

But here I am and I am 2.4 kg below my weight on last Monday (which is about 5lbs) and I am proud of myself and I feel like this is something I can actually keep on doing because I am not starving or anything.

Aaah... life's nice.

So this is my dilemma. Should I keep on doing Spanish next year?

Or should I brush up my German in case I need to apply for a residency spot there?

I can only do one.

This is so hard... I am having way too much fun in Spanish class.

My conclusion is that it was a great call, starting Spanish this year.

The Shakira song is one of the songs we did in class... you know... to get in touch with the language!!!

I'm no great fan of Shakira, but this one I like.

!Viva mi clase de espanol! We rock.

*wish me luck for my oral exam on Monday morning*

Moi je joue...

2009-05-06T23:00:00.002+03:00

I am in my surgery rotation,

I am on Atkins (yes I still eat fruit and vegetables, no I don't even think about sugar, and yes it IS working... so far)

I am happy...

*although not too keen on the fact that I've become one of those ladies who wonders about "carbs" in foods... sounds a little Hollywood-bitchy- "my water is too clear, my cream is too white and my steak is too T-shaped, if you could please take it back and bring me another one"

I've never felt better while on a diet.

I eat as much as I want, regular portions, and in between I just feel good and not that hungry, nor tired.

Not at all tired or weak.

I'm strong and I'm chipper as can be...!

"Moi je joue..."

You'll find us beneath our sombreros...

2009-05-01T19:56:00.001+03:00

Yo tengo que hablar espanol, porque no soy bueno en hablar el mismo idioma. (that's shit)

Hoy me levant'e a nueve de la ma'nana, y despues bebi'o un caf'e con mi madre.

Esta la primera dia de Mayo y mia escuela estuve cerrada. (I 'm not sure if cerrada exists)

A diez y medio fuimos con mis padres a nuestra otra casa y despues com'iamos al mismo restaurante que comiabamos por casi todos los domingos cuando yo era pequena.

Despues de comer nos ibamos a casa y v'i Sex and the City al ordenador hasta a las siete, mas o menos.

Ahora yo escribe por mi blog y despues voy a cenar con mi amigo.

(Mi amigo, mi amor.)

Vamos a ver baloncesto a la tele.

Manana voy a comprar cafe y unos libros de escuela mia.

Porgue quiero estar cirujana una dia.

Besos,

Ellisa

*If anybody speaks Spanish, please correct me*

In low spirits...

2009-04-30T23:49:00.000+03:00

So I didn't do well in my OB/Gyn examination concerning the rotation.

Actually, I did okay, but the rest of the team screwed up big time and I feel that they dragged me down.

Which is an awful thing to feel, and an awful thing to say.

But the thing is, we get examined in groups of four, were a couple of questions were asked and the grades are given concerning the image of the whole team.

So there you have it.

I did okay, but I didn't go well.

The operation was successful, but the patient sadly died.

I wasn't supposed to be in their team anyway, but I got left behind and had to stick with someone else, so I asked one of my friends if I could go with them, and he said:

"Why would you want to be with us? We suck!"

meaning that they would drag me down.

And that killed me.

More than that, if I were in fact better than them, they would look bad next to me, and they too would look worse.

That's the thing with "casual" oral examinations.

So when the door opened, he nodded at me to follow him in, and I did.

So out of five people, 2 boys said nothing, 1 boy answered half a question, the other girl answered 1.5 questions, and I answered 4 out of 5 questions.

Only ONE of which was directly adressed at me.

I was just so lucky to be in the position of "correcting" and "filling in the gaps" of my fellow friends.

And you know what the professor said???

He said: "I'm giving you a 5 and that too is more than you deserve."

And then my other teacher (who was trying desperately to help us) urged us to get up and leave, and the professor thought it nice to add a little something more as we got up:

"... and don't show up like this on examination day"

...meaning NEXT YEAR.

This is bad.

I can live with the five that I don't deserve, but the comments???

Why...?

I didn't even look back as I left his office.

The other girl repeatedly said that she didn't get why I got a 5 too...

I should respect her for it.

I mean I don't get it either.

Talk about a bad day...

I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker...

2009-04-28T18:43:00.006+03:00

So I took the Virginia Medical Specialty Aptitude test on choosing a medical specialty...

Cause I think it's safest when internet tests are about aptitude and not skills... you can't really manipulate those, now can you?!

And I kept wishing that it would bring Urology in at least one of the winning positions.

So through the 130 VAGUE questions I started to feel an extreme angst that the questions were in fact WAY too vague to provoke a desired result in any way...

Reaching the ending of the questions, I shivered with the fear that the test wasn't going to at the very least grant me a surgical specialty...!

I was taking this test too seriously.

and you can't really expect an internet test to bring out Urology as a Number 1 option, because let's face it, not many people admire urine.

In fact, I started to feel irritated with myself-

"If all you can really think about at the back of your head, as you answer each question, is that you want it to bring out Uro, then it must mean that you should just DO uro, and you needn't wait for a test's approval!"

And as I pressed the results button,

*oh let it just say surgical!!!*

I swiftly covered the screen with the palms of my hands, leaving only the bottom line of the explorer uncovered, just to be able to see when the page would have fully downloaded...

and when the green bar filled till the end...

I removed my hands to reveal the screen...

only to feel the rush of joy through my head to my stomach...

1. Urology

2. General Surgery

followed by plastic, ortho, ophthalm, OB-Gyn...

I am so happy!!!

Top 6 Surgery,

Winner Uro....!

I printed it out, and photographed it for evidence.

Well done, me...!!! :-D

Well, what do you know?!

I turned out a Uro Girl through and through after all...

*I did not see this coming..*

Elle's Aerobics Class

2009-04-22T20:04:00.003+03:00

SO I shall be performing aerobics 2-3 times a week.

Meaning

I shall be jumping up around and about to music carefully selected for about an hour, every Monday, Wednesday and either Friday or Saturday.
*that's because I want to provide myself with a flexible program, professional or what?!*

Now the music is carefully selected because

A. It needs to be "jumpy"

B. It needs to be happy

C. It needs to allow for intervals of excercise for arms, back, abs, and that

large bum that's under my waist and I swear doesn't belong to me!!!

So I chose stuff basically from several movies.

Mostly Sex and the City and Confessions of a Shopaholic,
which both have very nice clothes.

..and skinny girls

You see the important thing is to VISUALISE.

I need to think of sth that will keep me going on when those sweats pile up.

A healthy body?? An investment to the future health? Fitness of the lungs

and heart???-

No-

F*ck that-

I just want to look good in a picture!

So I danced for an hour on Monday, 30 min on Tuesday, and I am about to go for an intense walking 50 min session with my dad along the beach.

Nice, huh?!

You see I always thought that the exaustion I felt every afternoon from the hospital was excercise- but it's actually not.

If you don't sweat, then it's not excercise.

At least for me...

This is my playlist:

1.It's amazing - Jem
2.Labels or Love - Fergie
3.Accessory - Jordyn Taylor
4.Big Spender - Adrienne Bailon
5.Uncontrollable - Adrienne Bailon
6.Calling You - Kat DeLuna
7.Hot N Cold - Katy Perry
8.Disturbia - Rihanna
9.You're my Heart, You're my Soul - Modern Talking
10.The Boy does Nothing - Alesha Dixon
11.A Little Respect - Erasure
12.This Must be the Place (Naive Melody) - Talking Heads
13.Watch me Shine - Vanessa Carlton
14.Walk this Way feat. Steve Tyler - Run D.M.C
15.All Dressed in Love - Jennifer Hudson
16.Sex and the City Movie theme - The Pfeifer Broz Orchestra
17.You Can't Stop the Beat - The Cast of "Hairspray" the movie

And I should analyse this so I don't forget them myself... :-P

1. Stretching
2. Warm up
3. Leg Warm up
4. Light weights for arms
5. Excercises for leg muscles
6. Jumping around
7. More jumping around
8. Marching
9. Abs
10. Pelvis and hips/ Fast belly dance *watch video of Alesha Dixon for further reference*

11. Marching with armwork reaching up whenever his voice lifts
12. Excercises in Gluteal region and again Light weight lifting in arms
13. Jumping around
14. Shoulders and back with some "Jazz dancing leg work"
15. Dancing
16. Breathing.
17. Dancing

It's easy to see that I was never good in aerobics.

I actually hated it, so I've pretty much tried to mix my excercises with dancing moves. (not that I know that many excercises come to think of it)

*Also, I try to refrain from "rug surfing", in which- and do take notice- you stand on a rug legs hip-width apart, and jump on the side landing on one leg, feeling the rug gently slide towards that side. Then you swiftly repeat the jump towards the other leg, and the rug moves side to side, surfing across the tiles... cool huh?!*

But you do sweat a lot and wake up in excruciating muscle pain, so I guess it works at some level...

"I wanna see you work...
I wanna see you move your body and turn...
I wanna see you shake your hips and learn...
I wanna see you work it out now"

"Hi, I am Ellisa and I will be loving your baby from the time it's born till it's presented to you"

2009-04-22T19:05:00.004+03:00

That's right.

Exit a uterus?

Not to worry!

You're in the loving arms of Ms Ellisa.

No need to fear the nurse who prods and pokes the infants trying to dress them up fast and get going.

Oh no.

I take my time!

And I thoroughly enjoy it!!! :-D

Gently, with love and care.

I am officially laughing stock cause strangers come and ask me whether I hear the "ting ting" of my biological clock for being a mother.

Yeah "Ha-Ha".

As if it wasn't enough that my teachers ask me...

High spirits for Easter

2009-04-18T15:54:00.002+03:00

My uncle from Alexandria just left, fulfilling the yearly ritual of brunch on the Saturday of the Holy Resurection of Jesus Christ, bringing news to us from other people we love and the air that he always brings into our house.

The man is a phenomenon.

We see him three- four times a year.

He isn't really an uncle of mine, but he is my father's best friend since they were 6 years old... which would mean that they have been friends for about 60 years...!!!

He is an architect and lives currently in Siwa, Egypt.

In my mind he resembles the figure of the Godfather in the Nutcracker... mysterious with presents from all over the country.

He walks in, hugs and kisses everyone, breezes in through the hall heading for the living room, leaving us behind while still talking to us, suddenly stops by an empty armchair, fills it with presents for us which are usually books or other stuff and then keeps walking and elegantly crashes on our couch.

We run behind him picking up the gifts and thanking him loudly while he says sth like "Oh shush it's nothing! I bought this book from... and that one is from..." and my mum brings him a glass of whine.

But today as he sat, he opened his bag and he placed a small bag containing several inches of leather string on the coffee table.

Five years ago in August 2004, the day that the Olympic flame crossed the newly built bridge in Rio, he made a black leather string bracelet for me while we were crossing on the ferry boat, the bridge hadn't yet been opened to the public.

He always wears one of these and I had asked him to bring me one like his.

He did, and right there under the hot sun on the deck of a cheap ferry he presented me with a silver ring bracelet as well, saying that this was just a string and he couldn't give me "just a string" for a present, and that he had bought a silver one for himself too.

I've been wearing both of them ever since, right there next to my watch, never off my wrist, especially the leather string one, which I love.

And so does he... :-D

So about a month ago my leather string tore apart and I was left without it after nearly five years.

I made my mum ask him for a new one last Thursday and he took it very seriously and brought it to me, today...

It's not black, it's light brown, as he pointed out, "just like mine, but it will get darker in time, and you should rub it with olive oil".

I asked him to tie the knot himself, because his last one lasted five years, so he must have done something different!!! :-D

So now it's rapped around my wrist again and I love it...

He also showed us pictures of his house in Siwa and it's gorgeous!!!

Oh that blue pool in front of the desert... I can't wait to visit him and dip in...!!!

He isn't a real uncle but I love him a lot more than if he were.

It's always nice when someone loves you when he doesn't have to.

I will also visit my goddaughter tonight, my favorite nieces and nephew...

Beautiful day, isn't it?!?!

"Don't try to fight the feelin'"

2009-04-16T16:56:00.005+03:00

I just finished watching the last two epesodes of Scrubs.

They were SO GOOD...

Great- now I want my honey moon in the Bahamas!

And that version of "Hey Ya"?! Was it meant to be funny- cause I just loved it!!!

*Too bad Ted doesn't really play the guitar, or I would have copied the chords right from the screen!!!*

*And I hope I didn't ruin it for you by saying Ted doesn't play the guitar for real... yes... and Santa doesn't exist really either... no wait- I'm the one who still believes in that-..nah well...*

And I know it shouldn't be Cox whom I fall in love with, but I do!!

And why is Elliot so stupid and so anorexic??? And why am I dressed like Carla on the beach?!?! Should I do it a different way?

Is it one of the things that I should start doing like a woman now?

Like... you know... not just matching the shorts with the bathing suit but actually co-ordinating??

Can I bring myself to it? It's gonna take some effort though.

But then, Carla? I think she is more beautiful than the other two.

Easter is this weekend and my mum has baked the brezels and dyed the eggs red and lots of food consuming is coming this way.

My godfather has his name day on Saturday and my godsister is home.

The world is at place and the house smells nice...

I also had a dream where I had a baby.

Not that I actually gave birth, but the infant was there, in my apartment (pretty cool aprtment) and the dream is that I woke up really early in the morning and I wanted to go shopping... So I just rapped the baby in a bundle of tiny baby duvets and I held it in my arms as I went window shopping.

Because why wouldn't one take a sleeping infant on an outting at dawn.

So anyway... I thought that Babyland was what caused the dream to pop in my head but now I recognise the influence of "Confessions of a Shopaholic" which my friend and I went to see on Saturday evening.

Lovely.

I really enjoyed the movie though... I liked it much better than "The Devil wears Prada"... and escpecially the fan dance...!!! That was such a funny scene!

And there's a book called "Shopaholic and baby" which funnily I already own (?) and I'm guessing it's some sort of sequel, right? So I'm reading that once I get through my other books of benign and light nature.

Oh anyway... I'm cooking for my godsister and our boyfriends tonight.

Spaghetti with shrimp.

I hope it turns out nice... otherwise we'll have to order sth... :-)

I'm gonna have some lunch now...