The one about how we celebrated Estonian independence this year…

This year is the 100 year jubilee of Estonian independence, and today just so happens to be the actual party day – “Head iseseisvuspäeva!”

I got out of bed at around 9:45, walked into the kitchen where I was greeted by a waterfall flowing down from our ceiling (through the lamp to be more precise).

After a couple of phone calls and knocking on doors we finally got the “sort of head of the apartment complex” to keep more water from emerging, but the waterfall was (and is) still present, but has now calmed down to a drip-drop-drip-drop.

This couldn’t have happened at a worse time; no firm that could otherwise have come to dry up the mess is open, our landlord is bedridden…
Actually, the only time worse than today would be during summer, because God knows what might have happened had we not been home (this happened once before we lived here; the ceiling had come down during summer and no one had noticed, the floor had to be redone, it was an all-around mess!)

Despite this today has turned out to be a pretty okay independence day (much thanks to the lovely horses at Ado (especially my dear Adorette) and a pretty successful riding lesson). Now it’s back to the books and studying, but not for long 😉



The one about my first week back


The first week back at uni is over  (yes, we have most Fridays off – thank God for that!) and I couldn’t be happier.

I always have a hard time with new things energy-wise (I get super tired), and although I’m used to attending lectures, practicals and so on, I still get exhausted whenever I return to the “uni routine”.

This week has been no exception. After Monday’s 3-hour practical at the university farm I was absolutely knackered! After 3 hours! Geez…

I’m really excited for the surgery course (or well, the first part of it 😛 ), as well as the “clinical and laboratory diagnostics of small animals”, which I’m hoping will be similar to the courses we had for production animals and horses. These courses (I imagine) will be very helpful for the practical training and working at the clinic this summer. Fingers crossed!!

Now I’m going to return to my pre-weekend celebration (read: watching Forensic Files), and tomorrow there will be hamburgers!! Hopefully the weekend won’t quite fly by…


My brain has left me for an early holiday…


Only one exam left! Yes, I’ve made it this far (don’t know how, but I’ve survived).

Currently my brain seems to be taking an early leave for summer holiday, so I’m left feeling somewhat empty-headed.

Actually, no, I feel like the space that is normally occupied by my little brain has been filled with mucus produced by my body in defense against all of this flipping pollen that’s flying around at the moment. Thanks body, so nice of you to look after me (and make me feel like I have a cold…).

Anyway, only one exam left! Yay!
I’m so done. There is no way my brain can take any more information at this point (which is probably why it decided to leave early). Luckily I’ve already gone over the material once before (we had two tests already, and the last one is sort of a recap of everything – yay… not).

This is pretty much what has been going on in my head for the past few days – thank you information overload! (it has lyrics, please sing along 😛 )

I will try to push through these last few days of torture and then enjoy my well-deserved holiday! I’m sure ice cream and chocolate will be my best friends as I try to survive 🙂 😉 😛

To those who are still struggling: You can do it!
To those lucky bastards who have already successfully escaped to holiday land: Good job, please don’t rub it in 😉
To myself: Soon… very soon.



The one about how I (nearly) chopped off my finger…

As you may or may not know, I nearly amputated my fingertip. Here’s how it happened:

It was a normal Friday morning, I had enjoyed a slice of carrot cake (from the day before) for breakfast and thought it would be a great idea to thaw some salmon for Mysse’s dinner. Well, the salmon comes as a frozen sausage wrapped in plastic… And I had to cut a slice off it…   Needless to say it was one of the brightest ideas I’ve had in a while… or not.
At first I thought I just hit my finger against the table, because the pain was similar to having slammed your finger between the door (something I’ve had the joy of experiencing multiple times), but when I turned my hand to check I was greeted by a gaping, profusely bleeding joker smile. I grabbed some tissue paper, wrapped it around my finger, and sat on the sofa praying the bleeding would stop and I wouldn’t bleed to death.
I phoned my mum, trying not to break down, and decided to head to the university hospital to get it checked. I messaged A (who has a car) saying “I’ve chopped of my finger… would appreciate a ride to the doctor” 😛
Upon arriving to the hospital I was labeled a “trauma patient” and sat in line waiting for the doctor to call my name. I waited for nearly an hour, and towards the end the pain-numbing effects of adrenaline started to wear off and a dull, pounding ache started to settle in.
After what felt like forever I was finally called in, and then I had to explain how, why and when everything happened. A few minutes into my storytelling a young doctor comes in, followed by a bunch of medical students “This is a teaching hospital, after all” and apparently my finger was worth showing everyone 😛
I was then escorted to a small procedure room to get stitched up – 3 stitches in total. At first the doctor only put two in, but “because of this flappy portion *pointing at a flappy piece of skin* I’m going to put one more to keep it down”. One of the students gave me her contact information, and she was the one who took my stitches.

It’s now been a week since I had my stitches removed, but here is a beautiful picture of the stitched up period.
Top left: day after sutures
Bottom left: day 2 or 3 after sutures
Bottom right: day 8(?) after sutures
Top right: two fays post suture removal (day 16 post accident)


I’m not sure how positive this experience has been, but at least one good thing came out of this; I got stitches!
(I have this somewhat odd list of things I want to experience at least once, and having stitches was on that list – check!) … (having an MRI, breaking a bone, being under general anesthesia, and many other fun things have yet to be experienced 🙂 ) … (yes, I’m a sick person)



The one about stones, scrubs… and nuts ;)

Last Thursday Mysse went into surgery to remove two urinary stones and two not-so-small nuts (yes, he has lost his balls for good). The people at the clinic were so lovely they allowed me into the OR to follow the surgery.
I was really worried about how the surgery would go, since Mysse isn’t exactly a young chap anymore, but to my relief everything went well and he’s now crashing into everything with his cone of shame.


I don’t know why putting on scrubs was such a big deal for me… I guess it somehow makes me feel like at the end of all this studying is a real world where I’ll get to make a difference? I don’t know, but it felt great 🙂 (Also, they’re really comfy!! How to tell you’ve chosen a great career; you get to wear comfy clothes all day, every day! 😀 )