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#353: Note to me

I've been lately, planned unintentionally, had several inpatient hospital stays behind me. On the one hand, not funny in times like these, where nobody can visit you, on the other hand wonderful, that nobody interrupts you, when you just sleep, read or watch TV.

But I digress. Because right after the first time, when I was waiting in the ward area to get my bed, I suddenly became aware of it, what being old and / or sick meant. Even if there were many stroke patients or patients with dementia and secondary diseases on this ward, and each and everyone had to deal with their own fate, so it was sobering to see this helplessness and neediness.

A B E R – even if to the chagrin of the carers – there were quite a few, who resisted their situation and not the people on the ground. To try to get up, even if it is counterproductive. To move around, although restricted by wheelchair and patients around you. To eat with a fork, even if the spoon is wrong and offered by the sister. Mir ist bewußt, that it doesn't make nursing and nursing any easier, but on the other hand it is also an act of self-determination.

And so I made a mental list, while I sat there and watched.

Pyjamas. Always take your own pajamas with you and preferably several at once.
Loungewear. Or simply cozy sweatpants. When I expect or hope for pretty nurses or doctors, then also a bit stylish or funny. Funny is always possible, so before Christmas I packed my Last Christmas Sweater and my Grinch T-Shirt and it put a smile on the face of the person opposite.
underwear. SUFFICIENT, I don't even have to or shouldn't have to mention that, aber wer weiß, if I will still know that someday.
Slacking. Slap. Flip Flops. Sneaker. The way to the toilet, For the examinations or the turning around in the hospital should be done with suitable material.
Beauty. You don't have to stink, still look nice. And if it makes me happy, then I put a mask on or smear something on my face. So taking care of yourself is also a way of loving yourself and doing something good for yourself, even if things are not going well right now.
Lesematerial. Trash and gossip magazines are also included, it vents my brain so nicely.
Others. Starting with headphones, around the world to fade out all around up to the tea bag (notice lemon balm is not mine) everything is allowed.

#352: Rosen erblühen in Malaga

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Ole

I've been planning to say goodbye to my father in writing for a long time, and when I recently heard this song on the radio, I took Cindy and Bert to give space to my memories.

At all it seems, that my subconscious all’ dig out these ancient texts, especially if it seems so, as if I was being followed by German hits from the 60s and 70s. It's easy psychologically, my brain is selective and uses the possibilities – in the car, I keep switching to Radio Burgenland (!) and Lower Austria – which are offered to him.

Memories of Heidelberg are memories of you and that beautiful time, I dream all the time. My father was passionate, when it came to music. On Sunday he loved listening to marching music on the radio and when I'm out and about in town today and it just happens to be, that a marching band is also playing, I stop and listen.

My father made it possible for me to get to know a wide range of music, which starts at Glen Miller and never ends. I've been thinking now, where I wanted to put an end, should or could, but there is none. In the spirit I go all’ through the hundreds of single records, that I got from him and there, too, everything is wildly mixed up.

He always talked, that I was only active in music in the nursery and that La Paloma Blanca was one of my favorite songs. I also danced long before I took a step.

Fathers should be heroes and in this case my father was my MC hero.

That he wasn't a hero everywhere, is simply often due to life and above all outside of ours (and I mean my brother's or mine) Range and possibilities. You don't love less because of that. And the sadness manifests itself in the trifles of memories of my papa. And it's these memories that I like to hold onto. Lovely, funny and absurd memories, that give you an inner smile.

Such an absurd memory is now also in my living room. I couldn't bring myself to give away the Westminster table clock. My grandmother already had a watch like this in her apartment and my father bought one too. Of course, it can be wound manually with a wonderful bell mechanism, which we announce every quarter of an hour, that a quarter of an hour has passed. Opinions are divided in my household and the princess in particular is the loudest, when she informs me, how much she hates this watch. I am still indifferent and have already threatened my brother, that at some point this watch will simply stand with him and he will have to wind it. And if the watch is lucky, at some point it will be among the offspring, because it is exactly these memories, that stay and tell stories.

In eternal memory of my Master of Ceremonies.

#351: My home is my Castle

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I've heard of some, that they're using the time right now, to sort out, to clean, to make yourself comfortable. We are experiencing a new Biedermeier period on many levels.

Only recently did I take a critical look around my living room, on the one hand to fall into deep despair and on the other hand to feel sorry for myself, why I can't have a Pinterest / Instagram living room, where blankets are beautifully folded, to tidy on the crumble-free wing chair (unfortunately my living room armchair has no ears, but I would have loved to have one) to lie, color-coordinated, of course. The living room table is polished and free of any debris. Generally there is nothing unnecessary in the living room.

How to be easy on the word “bearing” can recognize, I'm miles away from this fact. school supplies, Glasses – I did not know, that you can leave so many glasses standing around from empty to half full – Pens and children are constantly romping around in these four walls. Things come with the children too, that they keep forgetting, lose and put away. Things are everything, was in 2 hands, 2 Arms and trouser pockets fit and that can be a lot.

So the princess has short hair, but the last few days I keep finding Spangerln, the one on the ground, between the armchairs, lying at the table or at the kasterl. Neither screaming, Add, Clearing away or good persuasion on my part has improved or changed the situation. The Bluetooth box has been in the living room for days or weeks, and at worst months, and has probably only changed its position due to the erosion of the dust accumulation.

Last Friday I got a koller and made room for the son in the study, so that he places all his school supplies in an orderly and tidy manner. And you see and marvel, have Monday today “just” the biology books found their way into the living room, Next 2 Rulers and a sharpener.

My plan for this week is, that I activate the loudspeaker and make a disco in the front yard, sing along with a glass in your hand. I also prescribe selective viewing and ignore Pinterest and Instagram. At least until the next koller.

#350: Collateral damage

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I gave it a lot of thought, what to do with my experience from a week ago. But I didn't come up with a solution that was suitable for me, therefore writing is probably the means of choice.

My father has cancer. The lungs have a few tumors and since these are currently not operable and its overall constitution is rather poor, chemotherapy is also not possible. That means he is being irradiated. This Tuesday was his last radiation for the time being, um in 3 Months using a control CT, how successful or not necessary the radiation was. Actually last week would have been the last appointment on Friday and also the conversation with the doctor, where my brother and I wanted to be. But as so often, everything comes differently and especially than you think.

I called my father on the phone a week ago on Tuesday, to hear, like it was with radiation today, if he needs anything, whether transport and collection works well. He sounded a little exhausted, and told me, that the doctor has determined, that he has water in his lungs and whether he has breathing problems. As always, he downplayed his situation and mentioned it in a subordinate clause, that he had already placed a cushion on the kitchen table, because he can't breathe properly when lying down. After I said on it, that he should call me at any time of the day or night, was clear to him, that he could solve that alone.

That was not the case and just before 9 In the evening I got a call for help with the sentence: “I do not get air!” So I called the rescue and passed on all the information, like cancer patient, Radiation, water in the lungs, urgently to the hospital in case of breathlessness, urgent!, bad condition, Lungs- and heart sick and of course address. I quickly changed my clothes – I don't think I wanted to run out in my bathrobe – ran to the car and drove like a lowered one … towards my father. I sprinted to him and drove to the 7th floor and was more than astonished, that despite good 5 Minutes of loss was there earlier. Overall, we waited for other good ones 5 Minutes when the intercom finally rang. My father swayed dangerously around the chair and I tried to calm him down.

When the medic came to meet me, I asked them, where the transportation would be, which I explained on the phone, what the situation would be. In response I got, that you have to take a look at it! Seriously?

After the respiratory rate is estimated at – for the first time it didn't show anything – 60 % lag (or below), you got a little nervous. I do not know, how many times I mentioned at that moment, that he had to go to the hospital, because he had water in his lungs and couldn't breathe. The medic could hear the water in the lungs and the findings, that I gave him, probably showed the seriousness of the situation. So they called the porter and the emergency doctor – because only that can say, that a patient heard admitted. In the meantime are already 20 Minutes passed. Quality 15 Minutes later the emergency doctor is there and before I tell her everything I felt 100 times, she stops at the door, um zu fragen, whether the patient has a fever – no he did `nt – and then looks at me and asks, whether we had a case of Covid and whether I was certain and at all and beyond. Which I can understand to a certain extent, but subjectively emotionally difficult for me, when my father has been over 30 Minutes with the ventilator can only breathe and he hurts in pain.

Since I'm probably believable, then the supply went very quickly for the first time, Venous access and syringe over syringe, ventilation only works via the device and I answer questions after questions. Just my hint, that it's arguably the smartest and most efficient (!) would be to bring my father to SMZ Ost, arrives at the people present, but not in the control center. You have a surveillance bed in KH Nord. Since there are no surveillance beds in the SMZ Ost. I will be a little uncomfortable and explain to them, that's not true, since my father was next to last year 2 Intensive care stays in the SMZ Ost were monitored. I ask please to call the doctor, because it doesn't make sense, if he should do the radiation in the SMZ Ost, why should you take him from A to B every day?, especially if the complete medical history is on site. She agrees with me and starts talking on the phone and convinces a doctor on site to take in my father.

My father is lucky, because he has my brother and me, that put pressure and are there, Ask questions and try to question. How big will the collateral damage be for the system, if we forget all of them, who are sick, become sick (and I don't mean the virus). This time we didn't even have the problem, that our father had to get her out of the station quickly, because there are enough free beds anyway (O-Ton).

I wonder, why the rescue wasn't faster than me?

I wonder, why, despite precise information on the patient's situation, no doctor, no transportation was provided?

I wonder, why a virus can have such a lasting impact on our system and all other serious illnesses (Diabetes, Krebs, Heart disease, Kidneys, ….) so be neglected.

I wonder, whether I want to know the answers honestly?

#349: der blade Zombie – fighting the zombie apocalypse

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I wonder, whether zombies can increase? Raj – aus Big Bang Theory – asked the question once, whether zombies can starve. There is always someone walking around looking for food, even the dog is the constant companion in hope, that something falls on the floor.

I like to cook and to my annoyance I now use the time, to bake. All’ the things, that I always wanted to do. Finally, even an Easter pinch and bread, White bread and sourdough bread. And I love bread. I think so, that it's because of my Balkans. There is bread for everything and everyone.

My mom sometimes made white bread and that's where I learned, that fresh warm bread is the best, what there is. Particularly, when you break the crust and it smells so wonderfully fresh of germ. But I also learned, being learned is not the right word for it, rather I have been admonished, that warm bread causes stomach ache.

Then as now, I ignore such predictions, Common wisdom or legends (think of chewing gum). Not even a piece of the Easter Pinze survived the next day, the bread was always gone almost the same day and it was wonderful. I don't think so, that I had a stomachache because of that. The hypotheses are broad and should be scientifically examined.

So it's time to continue baking. At Easter there is a caretaker Reindling, then a nougat-marzipan cake is on the plan, homemade pizzas (Majority because of that, because you have to try it too, what is good), Breads and whatever else comes my way.

So no, Zombies cannot starve, but I think so, that they get blad.

#347: Run Baby Run

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At least today I thought that and full of euphoria (more or less, rather less) my running shoes strapped, to the lack of movement to compensate. And I was really motivated, had in fact bad mood, whether the learning situation, the confinement and the high calories increase. Also, I assumed a completely distorted reality, I would absolutely fit through my dog and the daily movement, my condition reflects the red belt and I strengthened after a few kilometers back would.

The music in the ear and the sun on your face went there at least once through the courtyard and towards the first 100 m, I already felt the first spasm or muscle twinge in the legs. The acid in my legs again makes my running ambitions slower, but I at least had enough air to breathe and so I doggedly.

Of course, I've tried a look at my Running Watch Garmin to catch and my pulse was in a good area, had to be during the time from the perspective of only wrong. So I shook the clock – maybe a pointer in the digital world got stuck – and waited for the first kilometer. Shocked, whether the poor performance I try to increase the pace, to get it to slow again. While the legs are warm, but the welding seems to increase my breathing rate.

So I look for another song. Felt 5 Songs on I landed at the Black Eyed Peas and pump my lungs again to pump it on. And it works, I will at least 10 Second on the kilometers quickly. The motivated and I start to sing the songs.

*Memo to myself * Are you out of shape do not sing with while running.

I slow down again. At the old Danube I see many runners and I seem so sporty look, that some waving me (but perhaps they have only compassion and want to motivate me). I enjoy it, like the sun in my face appears and reach km 3 while Udo Jürgens “Again and again the sun rises”. I wonder just, if the song is to motivate me in times of COVID or running. I'm not sure.

I make a U-turn and walk again 2 Kilometers and notice, as I in 200 Meter rhythm always look at the clock again. It is not faster, which definitely is up to me. The fourth is definitely my fastest kilometers, again 10 seconds faster, What is immediately noticeable in Seitenstechen. sweet George Harrison with My Lord is here the right song and I wonder one hand, what got into me, to give this song in my Playlist and why does the shuffling exactly this song; what hidden message behind it.

After 5 Kilometers, I'm not and I definitely do not want at home continue, I will replace running with other exercises, quasi these last few kilometers to effectively use. So if someone someone Hopping, Knee in the Hoh’ leaping, saw going to the Po oppressive and with long strides and to its knees going heel, then I was.

At home I have then once selbstbemitleidet me. told a friend of my prowess, the fact that has seen as heroic. Thanks by the way for.

#346: The baker by Stefano in Beausoleil

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If you travel to the Cote d'Azur, many want to see the rich and famous. yachts, Lamborghinis, Silikonbrüste, Hyalloronlippen, Extensions and skintight (not always optimal fitting) Glitter runabout – all’ those were amusing by-products of our must-sees and to-dos.

I have seen my Chagall, Miro also and Matisse. Went through the lavender fields and olive oil have tasted and capture the sunflowers Van Gogh. I have wandered in the squares of the Popes and Arabic, Italian and Gothic influences admired in architecture.

One does not have to follow the beautiful glow, but in small alleys in St. Tropez lose and enjoy there with the locals on small squares with a few tables the balmy evening.

Enjoy is easy in Provence and good food to find actually. But one of my personal highlights was the Il fornaio Stefano. Beausoleil is the village, is the above Monaco. above means, that goes to a few hundred meters and a few stairs down to is no longer in France, sondern in Monte Carlo. A smooth transition and only the change of the mobile network know one then, that you are in the land of low tax rates, in the land of pirates- or. Raubritterfürsten (naturally only seen historically) and luxury cars, drive the circle.

Il fornaio is inside a deli with a few tables on the sidewalk and what. The owner and chef Stefano is Italian and the chef and results in a delightful restaurant with his wife Victoria. Not only, that the products are sensational and of high quality, they are also prepared by the chef with a lot of love and passion. And there's good coffee, namely really good coffee, something that the South of France, despite its proximity to Italy namely can not. And Stefano has taken time, to chat with us, offer the dog not just water, but also Ragu, to stand and the Junior answer questions, what cars he has in fact already seen. It was, like arriving at a friend, even though we were the first time there.

Any time.

https://www.ilfornaiobeausoleil.com/

#343: Zombie Apocalypse or cabin fever part 1

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On the first day of the prescribed quarantine are junior and I sat at the laptop, all learning materials, download tasks and documents. Most of the Junior liked, that he could replace the laptop with children and teachers digital news now.

We have also emptied the backpack and the fabric Ackerl with all notebooks and folders. Although I should say waste paper collection, because so many crumpled piece of paper and I find transcripts mostly towards the end of a semester. He mean, that he had quickly come together all stress. I did not have to be too loud stress, and to show my anger too offensive (it was only the first day and where would this lead). I failed them.

so clasped, I copied and loaded down all relevant data, to this sort with the Junior. Then we made a to-do list and a weekly schedule. I admit, the word alone to-do list and plan to have a very chilling effect on me. It provides for shortness of breath and utter unwillingness. Something that I can of course do not show the junior, because it is so important, that he rechtzeitg everything and give according to the specifications can. to organiseren myself is a chaotic creative process and quite a challenge to my surroundings.

COOK, COOKING damn I had almost forgotten. Now that all are at home, also changes this routine. But there are noodles – namely the, I eh already at home had and I always have a lot of pasta at home, because the junior Penna e olio, Linguini and oil, Spaghetti and oil meistens ißt.

I go through the tasks and realize, that that's a lot. There are three weeks, this is me aware, but still I have my child the difference between a relative and demonstrative explain, particularly, because he (lt. him) has not yet learned. What can really turn down my pulse beat, is he Goethe's poem “the Sorcerer's apprentice” and Schiller “Ring des Polykrates” must memorize. Junior's first classes of a secondary school! My Princess began with many of these poems in the third grade of a high school, had quite high expectations of their pupils.

But I repudiate understand against rote learning without what they read, to interpret, to understand, why and what is written. Breathe is motivating the foreign exchange and the junior, Simply next job and pubescent princess, who would take me over and over again in their emotional rollercoaster.

Luck was, that although I always herunterief, um zu fragen, how it goes with her, I was rarely really angsprochen. Communication with her was quite einseitung and shortly, with “equal, no, equal, ok, equal, no, equal …”. For this, it is all the more communicative with her friends, via House Party (she was thrilled, they before 3 had years this app, but now she is really cool) talk to each other, laugh and exchange, run while passing any movies, the laptop is opened for school supplies.

It is evening and I am so exhausted and read short digital in the social world, what we now could not do everything. Yoga, Read books, begin to paint, and much more spring cleaning and I wonder, I can do now valuable for me, a glass of wine or go to sleep. I opt for the latter.

#338: 1 1/2 Monate sozialtot

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In Front 1 1/2 Monaten kam ich am Sonntag nach Hause und erlebte meine Tochter – soon 14 – aufgelöst und voller Zorn, wie sie auf ihrem Handy herumtippte und wischte, wenn man das den so bei einem Smartphone sagen kann. To my question, was den los wäre, kam nur ein Schnauben und ein hervorgepresstes “Ich lösche alle Social Media Apps, A L L E S !”

I admit it, ich habe es nicht ganz ernst genommen und fragte nur, was den jetzt schon wieder passiert wäre. Weil in letzter Zeit gab es immer wieder Stress, weil sie (meine Prinzessin) nicht irgendein Bild geliked, markiert, kommentiert oder gepriesen hätte. “Warum setzt du keine Herzerl unter mein Bild? Hast du mein Bild nicht gesehen? Ich posiere wie die Stars, warum hat die S. trotzdem mehr Follower?” Vor allem die Umfragen waren immer unterhaltsam “Findest du mich hübsch?” mit den Antwortmöglichkeiten “JA” and “JA sehr”, ist somit das Ja das neue Nein?

Und die Flammen sind sowieso das Non-Plus-Ultra bei SnapChat, die Kids fühlen sich gezwungen täglich Bilderchen zu schicken, damit sie die Flammen nicht verlieren, die sie untereinander sammeln, täglich und alle 12 Stunden notwendig (lt. den Kids). Die Prinzessin hatte einmal um die 200 Flammen mit einer Freundin, that is,. täglich 200 Tage lang (damals war der Rhythmus noch mit 24 Std. von Snapchat vorgegeben) zumindest einen Snap. Und dann ist man krank (zumindest so, dass man kein Handy bedienen kann), hat keine Lust, Durchfall (ok, das hält niemanden ab, es gibt ja auch WLAN am Klo), … und alles ist weg. Jede einzelne Flamme, 200 unwichtige Nichtigkeiten umsonst verschickt.

Und wir wundern uns, dass die Informationsaufnahme beschränkt ist, woher soll noch jemand wissen, was wirklich wichtig ist, wenn Flammen das um-und-auf sind.

So viele Kleinigkeiten die für die Prinzessin mehr Stress bedeuteten, als Spaß oder Lust mit anderen etwas zu teilen. Und somit dauerte es einen ganzen Sonntag, um jedes einzelne Bild auf Instagram zu löschen, jeden Abonnenten, jedes Abonnement zu entfernen. Apps zu deinstallieren und sein Handy clean zu bekommen. Und jetzt ist sie seit 1 1/2 Monaten sozialtot. Die Prinzessin kannte nicht einmal den Ausdruck sozialtot, bevor mein Bruder – der auch sozialtot ist – es ihr erklärte.

Gestern haben wir darüber gesprochen, wie es ihr so geht, ohne diese Medien und sie meinte, dass es am Anfang schon schwer war und sie das Gefühl hatte, etwas fehle ihr oder sie würde sogar etwas verpassen. Aber mittlerweile ist es kein Problem mehr, im Gegenteil sie meinte, dass Freundinnen oder auch manche Klassenkolleginnen jetzt wieder persönlich auf sie zukommen und viel mehr geredet wird. (Wie erschreckend, dachte ich nur.)

Ich bin wahnsinnig stolz auf sie und es ist mir auch nicht wichtig, ob sie morgen oder heute wieder alles aktivieren würde, wenn es ihr Wunsch wäre. Vielmehr hat es ihr Bewusstsein im Umgang mit sozialen und digitalen Medien geschärft und ihren Blickwinkel verändert.

#337: Dorfer “and …”

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I admit it, ich war und bin seit jeher eine begeisterte Zuhörerin des Alfred Dorfers. Bissig, zynisch, pointiert politisch und durchaus auch flach unterhaltsam, aber vor allem ein bisserl böse.

Im neuen Kabarettprogramm findet man von allem ein wenig, wobei das Politische ist nur in den Zwischentönen hörbar, auch wenn Dorfer einmal zornig meint, dass wir uns endlich von dem Links-Rechts Geschwafel lösen sollen. Es geht nämlich nicht darum WER was sagt, sondern Wer Was sagt. Überhaupt war sein jetziges Programm philosophisch bestückt, da er neben Descartes auch Platon mit seinem Höhlengleichnis bemüht. Man merkt, dass sein Zorn den Sophisten gehört, den Halbintellektuellen, the “alles” wissen und somit auch “alles” kommentieren können, particularly, wenn es eine Studie belegt, oder der intellektuelle Boulevard (der Standard) so schreibt.

Die Prinzessin war auch erstmals in einem Kabarett und trotzdem sie eigentlich sich zwangsbeglückt fühlte, hat ihr ihr erster Ausflug in die zynisch-böse Welt des Wiener Kabaretts gut gefallen. Etwas ertappt fühlte sie sich wohl beim deutschen Migranten, der von hoch gehen (nach oben gehen) spricht. Auch der Bleistift-bestückte Vortragende versus dem Power-Point-Bildzeiger hat sich nachdenklich gestimmt, da es schon seit Jahren in ihrer Klasse üblich ist, jegliches Referat, jegliche Präsentation oder jede “ich-mach-mich-wichtig” Buch-Personen-Ereignis-Vorstellung durch animierte Bildschirmpräsentationen (und wenn ich animiert sage, meine ich animiert, da hüpft jeder Bullet-Point ins Bild) zu machen. Als wir dann nach Hause gingen, meinte sie, dass es wohl doch eine gute Idee von uns war, sie mitzunehmen.