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Stephan

["If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!"]

Carnival is not fun, it is not the best time or the fourth season of the year. It’s a big fuck for me everytime it’s coming close and passing by…There is a multicasual approach to my hate and disgust collected over the time.

I was however a member of the fun club…years ago! I was one of the dickheads squirming around a spot, partly desorientated by cheap but tough booze. Yeah try to imagine the stories of your youth by taking part of carnival, beeing drunk one, maybe two times…okay maybe three times in this short 5 day time window. Guess what, in my best times with Padde and Mamerio around, we started drinking at school at 10am during the geography class, took part of the internal event (Which SUCKED, motherfuckers from THIS SCHOOL IT SUCKED because the fucking cunts from there started to make an educational sense of this shit…) and the rest was pure foolish will to PARTY HARD.
One time I was part of the STUDENT COUNCIL (one, maybe two cool people around this council, the rest was a bunch of stupid underfucked backstabbing cunts) I took part of the organization, fucked it all up by not playing the game because I don’t want this shit on my C.V….true thing is I sabotaged the event by letting “phrase-sheets” dissapear and let the bloke from the music technique play the wrong music (Nothing too obvious) , as the fun was over I dissapeared in the shadows)

But to get back here, you think you got a hard time carnival by getting drunk 3 times in 5 days? Don’t waste my time with this shit…again with Padde and Mamerio we started at Thursday 10am Nato Time and boozed our way till 3pm. Then we met again, partly drunk to join a stupid tent-party where I puked in two glasses and scared two pals down the hall by running after them with parts of a bench. I slept at Mamerios place I think and we tried to sanitize our morning-pain with nothing as plain as beer, to start hustlin’ over a private party at Friday 8pm. Again, we wasted ourselves, but started again at 10am on Saturday. We just put some fuel on the yesterday’s flames and we were right on the game. I remember drinking a mixture of whatsoever drinks from a fuel-canister…off to a private party at the same Saturday still wasted and got trewn out because I cracked an egg over the face of some asshole trying to impress me with his non-existend gangsta skills. On Sunday, the high - fest of the week in Brempt was present, we ran out of cash but organized ourselves some shit and got wasted, rather thrown out of the tent again. On monday we were broke, but nothing stopped us from walking 6km to Dülken fueled by pure fun,evil sin  and cheap whine. Again a day without much money left and cheap booze is nothing to be fond of.

We were young and we were REALLY stupid, but we tried to push ourselves out to the maximum. We hassled some guys and girls but only the ones that deserved true punishment for theirselves.

If you compare this to the generation of young drinkers today, they are all a bunch of whining suckers, trying to outbreak their parental over-control by DRINKING alcohol…just to set a statement or whatever.

We took responsibility for our own shit. We organized the alcohol, we organized a ride but mostly we were just fucking BROKE so we had to walk to the events of the day and we dealt with the shit in our own way. Every cent I spent during that days was my own money, in case something wrent wrong we just started to pull ourselves out of the shit. Parents offered us a ride, many times we just adjourned the offer (though sometimes we were too wasted to reject, hands down…still got enough credibility!) It was a small game, but we played a small game…I admit that.

Todays youn-guns are over-archievers. They just see drinking and alcohol as a part of their “educational” process. “Trying out things!” or “Just try to set the line” Something to write into your C.V. and something you need to discuss with your mother (maybe together with his son/daughter in HER/HIS favourite club-location dressed like a whore) so it doesn’t affect your overall process…and with that they just pull more idiots down, making something highly criminal out of youth…..Come on guys!

Todays drinking kids just drink to reach a balcony…a balcony from which they can see things too far away from their parental control psychosis. And the only chance to take a look on that is an outbreak, booze yourself to near-coma or make the smal Hulk out of you….”What are you looking at?” “You looked at my girlfriend?” Just raise impulses to proove you still got testosteron in your testicles. Because your psycho-parents try to numb you from anything. How ridiculous is THIS?

We drank because we liked it. We drank because we were young and we still know how to let the cages rattle. We were honourable enough to hide our self-destruction from our parents, because we know how to cover up our issues without bothering or hurting other people around them. And nothing, I repeat…NOTHING of the hundred of stupid acts including jumping from a fairly high tree down to a carport nearly destroying the whole thing (as you may notice…drunk as shit) or destroying numerous gardens of people because we wanted to take a short cut (An early form of PARCOURS…but not as “balletic” and “graceful” ….just pure violence) is something to be really proud of. Maybe you can impress some blokes who didn’t had a life but this is it. No matter how drunk you were, no matter how many times you puked…nothing to be proud off or nothing intelectual with educational factors. Just stupid shit drinking!

Also as a nurse, I see many victims of carnival…many young-motherfuckers who try to fuck the nurses and doctors over with violence, bragging, puking, spitting, biting and whining around. We are the sweepers of the fucked up…they lost the game, Alcohol again won. But not many of the young-guns can actually accept that they LOST the game…the game is over and this is the sweeper zone of the lost. While many of their buddies have good time, they lie around on the floors , bedded in their own excrements, their parents are coming over…the game is over. But they don’t accept the lost, they try to make their point, at the wrong place and wrong time and (now comes the worst part) take up ressources like ambulances, paramedics, nurses, doctors and even housekeeping staff. Many people need these RARE ressources (today, they are RARE!) but they are taking it because they want to win in the overtime.

I mean, these problems are not new…but the number and the “way” of the problems are new. The increasing number of violent young MOTHERFUCKERS with actually no medical problems at all is a problem, at least for me. Try to fuck me over during a nightshift on carnival…just try it out!
Everybody has a right to be stupid…everybody has a right to be sweeped…everybody has the right to be dragged up by the paramedics and sobered by the nurses. But let us stay to the actual medical problem, not the numbed-violence-parental-control-scheme or anything else twisted fuckover you bother the hospitals with.

Carnival just lost its bright and coloured fun, it’s not the same anymore !

Stephan

["If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!"]

I always was a wearer of scarves…I really recognized early that you loose much warmth in winter over your neck area. After I saw a commercial in England way back in 2005 (Brighton) I was amazed by the easy principle of BUFF HEADWEAR which is explained in this old, but very explaining video

I use the Original Buff even today in “not so cold” conditions or “very warm” conditions because I don’t like the sun screening on my head. It was VERY good in Greece for example
(Look here HERE or HEEERE for some excerpts)

If you look at this site you can see the function of the Cyclone Buff, which is the better-suited version of the WINTER-Buff because it has windstopper membranes and well it is thicker than the WINTER-Buff shown in this video.

The original Buff will cost about 14€ and the Cyclone Buff with 37€ is a bigger, but VALUABLE investment…I don’t recommend you the HAT/HAD - copies or the cheap ones, they SUCK!

I have to say I don’t like the options of wearing a Polar Buff in the head, because in THIS case you don’t have something around your neck. It makes sense if you have MULTIPLE Buffs around but in this case you just can pull it up and wear a beanie…

Stephan

["If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!"]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Shield

Want a deep but very dark look into a fictional police force…different from NYPD Blue or CSI?

Try The Shield…

Two very enourmous scenes from the series

Want to play good cop/bad cop? “Nah…Good cop and bad cop left for the day…I’m a different kind of cop!”

Stephan

["If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!"]

At my best-rotation the anaestesiology-nursing department I was late the first day because of high traffic levels….and it is not good to be late the first day….two minutes which means two hours by nurses time.

I scrubbed in, went to the AN-Nurse manager and gave her my apology…already in a rush and beeing nervous in a working place (Operation Rooms) not common to me she calmed me down and said “Go to Operation Room Number One, Doctor M. and Nurse Linda (both changed) are already awaiting you!
The anestesiologist was the best attending physician in the department, I intoduced myself to him and he assessed me from head to toe…..”So, I assume by your choice of words and language that you have a unusual-high education….would you be kind telling me some biographic aspects of yours?”

I told him I did the Abitur….”You did something fundamental like…….Biology or Chemistry as main exam subjects?” and I said “Biology!”

He paused…“What was your favourite topic in Biology?” and I answered “Neuro-Physiology!”

“Guess what…it was my FAVOURITE topic also……..so tell me something about neuro transmitters…..”

I thought, that this question-answer game is some kind of chance to fraternize with the attending….the patient was ready for going into the operation room and we drove him into it on the stretcher, the patient had to be turned sideways and the OR-nurses asked me to help them because the patient was heavy…

I was not concerned about the patient, I was still nervous and trying to “impress” the attending by telling him something he already knew so I did not concentrate on what I did.

Still shaking and talking, I stepped on the other side of the table…as I noticed two small hands grabbing me from behind and pulling me aside…

The leading OR-Nurse (a real doberman…for sure!) pulled me down to her level and shouted in my face “YOU IDIOT, YOU JUST TOUCHED THE STERILE NURSES AND CONTAMINATED THE WHOLE STERILE FIELD INCLUUUDING THE INSTRUMENTS…15 MINUTES OF WORK!”

I just ran into the sterile field…while still trying to “impress” the attending…I saw a smile through is OR-mask…he paused and said:

“Well young-gun…I’ll give you three advices for your career in this department….1)Don’t think that you can raise any level of excitement from the attending physician with 20+ years experience in intensive care medicine by telling him middle-school-basic-knowledge….2)Get away from the sterile field, it is NONE of our business and 3)This was VERY funny and ohhh yes…..potassium is not a neuro transmitter, it is an electrolyte!”

He pointed to the door and I took up the invitation of leaving the crimescene;)

Afterlife of this story:

• The leading OR Nurse wasn’t that mad at all, she thought I was some paramedic doing internship…
• I worked with this particular attending physician for a long time after this event, and I enjoyed every minute…never met such a brilliant and excellent physician and TRUE MEDICAL PRACTITIONER (a rare case today!)

Stephan

["If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!"]

At on of my first rotations I worked at an interdisciplinary ward with 28 beds, every possible subject except GYN/OB was present at that ward and the working demanded a high level of flexibility and a quick switch.

It was a not to busy early shift, no highly dependent patients and we had some time to actually do some “indoctrination”.

My training nurse at that day was Elke (Name is changed to protect the person). She was very tough, very strict, very fast and very punctual. Working with her was frustrating because she always did everything, and I mean everything with true perfection!

The truth to be talked….I was afraid of her because her outburts involved high noise level and general re-assignment to do some fucknut business (like cleaning something). There was NO point to discuss with her - NEVER DISCUSS WITH HER. I was at the same shift and part of the ward with my classmate Nadia who shared the same level of fear with me.

It was time for morning rounds, and she assigned us to make any bed…..normally she added something like “PERFECT!; 1100%, or EXAMDAY-PERFECT!” but this time she just said “Well, you two just make the beds I’ll make the rest”

We were very….frightened because bed making is the ultimate nazi-skill of nurses. You have to make it in a way, that you can play pool-billiard on that bed and it has to look PERFECT. But there are 100 of different variations how to make the bed.

Well, we had the time and I entered a room with very fit patients and rushed them out of the bed, my plan was to make it and satisfy Elke…

I tried it the first time with the fear of Elke tearing it apart in quite some time and…it was ok but not 1000% perfect…I tried it again, but by the third time it was…reasonable good.

Next bed, I also needed three complete tries to make it succesfull…by the way I heard the rolling of the nurses - trolley and the clacking of the stethoscopes as it stopped RIGHT in front of my room….beeing so nervous I pulled the blanket and I had to re-adjust the blanket…

Then Elke entered the room, with some strange and strict expression in her face….

“Well sweetheart, it is very nice that you want to do the beds to actually impress me, but I completed four rooms with doing everything including bed-making in the time you need to make two beds…….”

I said FUCK NO in my brain as I saw her pulling the last bed apart….but she was doing it very “easy” just pulling it straight, adjust the pillow and the blanket and finished nothing comparable to my perfect tries…while she was doing it she told me:
“Knock off this perfect bed making shit sweetheart…the patient will went back into the bed in two minutes and it’ll look the same!” 

Further story:

I had some trouble with this particular nurse, but I re-united with her several weeks ago and it was a privilege to work with her and learn more in one day that I learned in one week on another ward. One of the best nurses I’ve ever met!”

Stephan

["If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!"]