Saturday, April 19, 2008

I will most likely survive.

I ended up staying up cleaning my room til 0200 and then sleeping with the lights on so as to see any others there might be. I finally fell asleep at around 0300 and when poor Steffen called at 0550 to wake me up I spoke very curtly with him before grabbing another 20 minutes of fitful sleep. Anyways, I went to work exhausted and without breakfast – not a good start. We had to go out to Concord Hospital today to attend our “graduation ceremony”, so Jeanet, Mette and I met at 1100 in the pouring rain and caught a bus. Almost two hours later we finally got to the hospital and found our conference room. We were on time, but everybody else was late, so we waited a while before the coordinators showed up. The whole arrangement has been a mess and the coordination/communication has been horrendous – the coordinator only sends emails to some people, she calls only some people, and she sprang this thing on us like three weeks ago after all of us had already made plans to travel. None of us really like her and luckily enough nobody has had any issues so severe that we needed to use her for anything, but today went bad. I think what happened is that we’ve been here for eight weeks and not once have we met with an advisor to discuss how things are going, or if we like our departments, or if we have anything to talk about. So when they asked today, they got a massive dose of criticism from everybody because we’ve basically been sitting on it for eight weeks. It all came out today, much to our relief of course, but to their irritation. I think it’s only natural that their defences go up and instead of it being a constructive conversation, it turns in to a who-does-what-better discussion where you end up trying to prove everybody else wrong. We realize it might have been harsh, but when they ask us what we didn’t like we’ll tell them. When nine girls in nine different departments all feel the same way, something’s up. Anyway, the conversation didn’t go anywhere and we all ended up in a very awkward silence because some of the girls’ Nursing Unit Managers showed up and that conversation came to an abrupt halt. But the good news is that we got our portfolios signed and we got our papers signed and technically I’m all done here now! Whew! Just three short days next week and I’m really done – I can take three more days… Tonight is going to be a low-key kind of night. Pizza and probably some bad tv-movie – it’s too cold to go outside anyways. This is not what I signed up for! It better be better weather up in Cairns next week – otherwise I want my money back and for all travel books to be re-written with the truth. Oh yeah, Sister Bush came by today to warn me of crocodiles up north, ai ai ai. I feel like I’m probably so tired here in Australia because my sympathetic nervous system is constantly activated – my body is in total survival mode all day. I have to scan the ground for massive insects, not that they would kill me, but I just hate them. And this isn’t even just outside, there are cockroaches in our house, on the sidewalks, in restaurants, even in my department’s bathrooms! Then you have to watch out overhead for spiderwebs, and not because getting spiderwebs in your hair is obnoxious, but because the spiders here have enough venom to kill dozens of men with one bite. And now I’ll have to watch out for crocodiles – my adrenal medulla must be nearing exhaustion.

It’s a small world after all!

Today I was assigned these twins in my department, and I was looking forward to it since their mom was around a lot and I like the parent contact stuff (well, most of the time). Anyhow, I’d watched the twins yesterday, too, and I had thought she looked familiar, but at the end of the day I concluded that she reminded me of an old schoolmate from junior high and that it just must have been the red hair. We had a good talk yesterday because I asked her if she knew or had been told how to read the twins’ charts that we noted hourly observations on. She hadn’t known how to read them, so I went through the entire thing with her and explained everything. So today when I was reassigned the twins I knew Mom a little bit and was looking forward to the shift. After lunch as I was doing the obs, she came over to me and asked me in a very confused way, “Where are you from?” When I said the US, she said that a nurse had told her I was from Denmark. I told her I lived there and she mentioned she had lived there, too. I asked her where and she said Odense… So as I’m staring at her it’s all starting to come back to me and my eyes are getting wider and wider. I told her I was there in 1997-98 and she said, “Me, too!” Sure enough, it’s this girl who was on exchange in Denmark from Sydney in 1997! The Aussies arrived in January and left again around Christmas, which meant that we overlapped only by a half year, but she and I would go with all the other exchangees to Britta’s house every Friday afternoon for pop, cake and candy. We’d all meet there and hang out, “playing” her piano, listening to music or cleaning her fish bowl. She went to a different school than me, but I totally remember who she is and she remembers me. It’s totally crazy because this summer I had been thinking I needed to dig out all the contact cards I got from people in Odense and see if I couldn’t somehow catch up with some of them while I was down here. But I never got around to it, and I figured everybody will have moved by now anyways. She caught me up on some of the other Sydneysiders and I caught her up on some of the other Americans. I was just standing there, looking at her over her prem baby and thinking how bizarre it was to be meeting her this way after 11 years! Who would EVER have thought that 11 years later I’d be caring for her twin boys in the NICU in Sydney??? We talked for the rest of my shift and then I had to elave, but she is, like everyone else, on Facebook, so I’m going to find her there and try to keep in touch, and maybe even reconnect with the other Australians. Madness I tell you, madness!


So after this, my day was going great… It was Bettina’s last night with us, as she is leaving to travel north tomorrow, so all was good. We watched a movie, ate way too many cookies and drank tea and pop all evening. (Almost all evening, I did have some work to do, but we’ll come back to that.) After the movie, I was totally exhausted and looking forward to hitting the sack. I got changed, turned out the light and got in bed. Not two minutes later I could hear this plastic rustling. It totally caught my attention, but I thought, ah, don’t overreact, it’s nothing. Two minutes later I hear it again and I’m not in any doubt. I jump out of bed, and brandishing my can of cockroach spray turn on the light to find this disgusting, massive cockroach on my dresser going over my things. Now, I might have been asking for it because I left a bag of dried mango on the dresser and I should have put it away, but still. So when it went into my pencil house (a little bag for pencils, pens and erasers), I attacked. I don’t know if I poisoned him or just plain old drowned him, but either way, he didn’t move. I got a girl to take it outside and dump it all out so I wouldn’t have to, but even so, I couldn’t relax in my room anymore. ARGH! I hate cockroaches… They are disgusting insects. Someone told me that they could survive an atomic bomb – it wouldn’t surprise me. All I know is that this is one thing I’m looking forward to about going back to Denmark – at least we don’t have any cockroaches!

Swan Lake!!!

Today started as a regular kind of day, well worse actually since it was my first day back at the hospital after a three-day weekend. That’s always tough. I got some papers signed that I needed signed, I had my rice paper rolls with sweet chilli sauce for lunch, I even got to do caffeine meds for a baby. I had arranged to meet Jess (from Oklahoma) after work at the McCafé (a McDonald’s that is just a café and sells no burgers or fries – just salads and cakes and coffee and sandwiches – odd really) so we could head into town and find something to do. We went to Cadman’s Cottage, one of the first houses built in Sydney, and then to the art museum but didn’t make it past the reception area as they were closing (what museum closes at 5pm, I mean, come on). We didn’t want to head home so we walked out to the Opera House to see what was playing and to inquire about last minute tickets for Swan Lake. We were told to come back one hour later (one hour before the show) and ask again. We got a delicious dinner at the Opera House and went back where we were told that we were still 30 minutes early, but that we could stand in line over by that wall. I think he was mainly trying to get rid of us. We were trying not to get too hopeful, and we just thought we would head home if there weren’t any tickets, we could always try again another day. More people were sent to stand in line behind us, and sure enough, a woman came over and said there were two tickets available, did we want them? So $121 AUD later we were seated in Row S, seats 37 and 38. The seats were perfect, just a tiny bit off center, and two-thirds of the way back. Perfect! The show was performed by the Australian Ballet and starred Rachel Rawlins as Odette and Yosvani Ramos as Prince Siegfried. The synopsis:
”On the evening before her wedding, the apprehensive young maiden, Odette, wandered the palace and became doubtful of her betrothed Prince Siegfried’s love. After the wedding Odette, so very much in love with her new husband, realised it was a certain Baroness who really owned his heart. Already fragile, Odette became so distressed that by royal command she was committed to a sanatorium. With her spirit broken, Odette could only find escape in a frozen dream where swan-like maidens, much like herself, would calm her fevered mind and where, for a brief time, it seemed as Siegfried loved her alone. Some months later, Odette left the white loneliness of the sanatorium to seek and reclaim her husband, now fully under the sway of the Baroness. Having appeared uninvited at an evening party given by the Baroness, Odette’s calm beauty and confident purity of spirit caused Siegfried to fall deeply in love with her. The jealous Baroness attempted to have Odette returned to the sanatorium, but before she could be seized, Odette fled into the night. Siegfried then discovered the terrified Odette near the lake and for a short time the couple were united in ecstatic embrace. But even as she lay in the arms of her husband, Odette know there would be no peace for her ever-troubled mind and she was only to find ultimate release in the depths of the dark lake of swans. For the rest of his life, Prince Siegfried never loved again, but mourned ever his lost Odette.”

It was one of the best things I’ve ever experienced. To see that many dancers moving so powerfully and gracefully across the stage, leaping, jumping and lifting each other… Moving so quickly from one side of the stage in a few massive bounds, only to stop abruptly and transition into a slow turn, it was amazing. The men jumped so incredibly high, the women were tossed all over the stage, and the music was great. The second act was my favourite; it’s where Odette first meets the other swans and becomes serene again after going mad. There must have been 25 ballerinas portraying swans and they were all dressed in these white costumes, dancing so beautifully that swans themselves couldn’t have done it more gracefully. People were really into it, too, and just to add to the feeling of authenticity there were men in the crowd yelling “Bravo!” after solos. There were two intermissions, during which you could walk all over the Opera House and look out over the bridge and the water with all the skyscrapers lit and the ferries sailing in and out of the cove. I had been so worried that I wouldn’t get to see anything at the Opera House because time is quickly running out, but now I can say I saw the Australian Ballet perform Swan Lake at the Sydney Opera House. Not bad! The program says they are going to take the show to Europe this fall, so I might try to see it again when it comes around in October.

What kind of a name is Kevin?

Last night while I was out the new Danish student got here. She’s been down in Tasmania for the last two months and is just going to have two or three weeks of practical here in Sydney before heading home. She’s from Århus and goes to school with me, but I don’t really know her. We all went to breakfast at The Barn and headed home. Bad weather meant staying in and not doing a whole lot. Some of the girls went to Palm Beach, a 90 minute bus ride, and got there in time for the storm. So at least I had my bed and my New Yorkers. Tonight we’re going to make rice krispie treats for our Gray’s Anatomy and Brothers and Sisters. I love the storm weather, it really reminds me of the beach house in Fairfield.

I’ve been meaning to write about the planes here. The airport isn’t that far from town, and we’re apparently right under the landing route, because planes fly overhead every five minutes or so. These aren’t small planes, either, these are big jumbo jets, flying extremely low over us. It is especially bad at the bus stop by the supermarket, the planes look like they are going to land just down the street and are travelling at what appears to be a very slow speed (I know it’s not, but still). There are warnings about this in my travel guides, but I just didn’t expect it to be so bad. They wake me up in the mornings and interrupt conversations when you’re outside. They are very loud, but I still find them fascinating and don’t really mind. I think I’d look at other suburbs were I looking at real estate, but for now I’ll survive. I saw on the news the other night that they had over 300 incidents of laser pointers interfering with landing planes. Apparently you can tweak some laser pointers to make them very powerful, which people then use to shine at planes and disrupt the landing. Some of the planes can land anyways, but sometimes it’s so disruptive that the planes abort the landing and have to circle around again. Anyways, the number of incidents is increasing and they are looking at finding some harsh penalties for even owning a laser pointer. Think about that – a whole plane of people crashing because of a laser pointer. Some politician was on TV saying he’d push for mass murder charges for anyone who brought down a plane – good.

Speaking of politicians, PM Kevin Rudd is creating quite a stir with the speech he gave in China recently. He is the first PM to speak Mandarin, and he spoke about human rights in Tibet, which didn’t sit very well with the Chinese. Anyhow, I didn’t like how he kind of informally endorsed Clinton, but he seems otherwise like a ballsy, down-to-earth kind of guy. Kind of goofy, really.

A lazy day…

I went to the Glebe Market and Paddington Market with Jess. Across from the Glebe market I found the most amazing chocolate shop. It is only chocolate, and everything is decadent. When you buy a brownie, you got a bowl of melted chocolate to dip the already ridiculously rich brownie in. You can get a plate of tapas which is simply a plate with a sampler of every single one of their cakes or cookies. I limited myself to one truffle, but why doesn’t Denmark have shops like this?!?! A brownie cost $7, so I skipped it, but I’m going back, guaranteed! We went out at night to the Rocks, which I had heard were terrific, and they were. We found a great bar with the best music, totally old school music. We stayed out until about 3 am when we found a bus home. Tired feet, good memories.

I love the OR

We have these damn portfolios we have to fill out as proof of our exchange, and there are about 20 different categories we have to fill out. I have two done. I have to have it done by the 18th. Maybe I should start… This has been way too easy down here, I knew there was a catch! I thought I could get some of it done today, but Kim, my favourite midwife, requested me to assist on a high-risk c-section today. I was given permission by my advisor and off we went. It was kind of stressful because the extended family had been really aggressive and running all over the hospital looking for the couple. We were briefed on what to do if they all arrived, apparently the family thought they had the right to witness the c-section, who told them that I’m not sure. It tuned out well, though, and I took the baby. He had inadequate ventilation efforts, so he was given the bag and mask. Still not good enough, so they intubated him. I was in charge of documenting the interventions, time and OBS like heart rate, respiratory rate, meds given, etc. I get less of an adrenaline rush now than I did the very first time, but it is still so exciting! It turned out I could use the experience to fill out one of the categories of my portfolio anyways, so it wasn’t a complete waste of an afternoon. The midwife remarked that I was very competent and knew my stuff in the OR (pat, pat on the back).

And more of the same AGAIN!

Today was my first day in the NICU. Oddly enough, it’s even noisier than the special care or HDU departments. The phones are ringing, the lights are bright, the doorbell is ringing, it’s mad! It’s really not that different than what I saw in Denmark, or even the HDU – it’s still breastmilk, IG tubes, medicine, meconium and chunky aspirates. I got to go to a class for the parents on baby massage. I think Denmark should try to implement some education courses/classes for the parents. The parents are excited, willing to listen and learn, and they write the most in depth notes you’ve ever seen. What a way to involve them and educate them! Nothing bad can come from educating the parents and giving them a little more confidence in handling their baby. It was kind of funny, though, because they all practiced the massage on these regular size baby dolls, but as they all pointed out, their babies are only a third or half the size of the dolls. They thought it was weird to think that (God willing) their child would one day be so huge – seven whole pounds!! It must be just terrible to have your first child spend the first two months of its life in an incubator. You have to give the parents a lot of credit for holding it together as well as they do.

Ask me later!

Today was a totally crazy day. I was in the OR with my favourite midwife, Kim, and I got to assist on two deliveries of babies of VIPs. I can’t say who they were, but it wasn’t anybody famous that any of you would know, but both couples are big shots down here. It was super fun, though, and I managed not to make a fool of myself. Big improvement!

Moving on...

Last day in HDU, tomorrow I’m off with the midwives again to the OR to deliver babies. Yippee! Then on Thursday I go to my first day in the ICU. Today was an okay day actually, with adorable twins and a great nurse. Funny how many different nationalities are represented in my department. Lots of English, but South African, too. Hungary, China, Thailand, Singapore, Malaysia, Germany, Finland, Switzerland, Czech Republic, and more. Today’s big event was Sister Bush coming to find me in the HDU to give me some literature and a book. She apparently liked me enough to lend me some of her things. I was totally surprised; I just wish I had more chances to shadow her.

What goes around comes around

Today was my study day, so I convinced Jeanet to go to the botanic gardens with me to see this exhibit called Sex and Death about orchids and carnivorous plants. We made our way into town and decided to have get some lunch to take in with us to eat on the grass. We went to two different cafés and got food, found a great spot and ate our food. We made our way over to the greenhouse and when I went to take out my wallet to pay the entry fee, I couldn’t find it. I got a little nervous, and after I looked through my bag a thousand times, I was satisfied that I had lost it. So I ran. I ran back the way we’d come, I ran to the cafes, I ran around two more times just for good measure. I looked in garbage cans, I looked in bushes. It started to rain. I got wet and cold. I got panicky. Jeanet handled it all very well, but I didn’t. We left my number at all the places we could think of and called the garden rangers to ask if anyone had turned in the wallet. Meanwhile, Jeanet had advised me to cancel all my cards so I called Mom and Steffen and got them to cancel my Visas. It was still raining, and now windy. We were cold and I was upset. We did everything we could, then I decided to try to get home after borrowing $3 from Jeanet. One woman had given me the police station number, so right before I left town, we sought refuge from the rain in a museum and I gave it a shot. Yep, he said, someone just dropped it off a couple of minutes ago along with a glasses case. WOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!! I described it and the policeman confirmed it and told em how to find the station. Sure enough, I got there and everything was still in it. He thought I had lost my glasses or sunglasses, but I said nope, they are on my face. He said there wasn’t any money in the wallet and I said nope, there wasn’t any money in it anyways. All my cards were there, even my bus card! He tried to call the woman who turned it in so I could thank her, but she didn’t answer her phone… Bummer, too, because I was so unbelievably thankful to that woman for turning it in. I thought for sure it was gone. The policeman said I was lucky, that it was rare for people to turn in lost wallets, but I figure it was karma. At one of the cafes I had noticed a folder on a table along the sidewalk. I opened it and it was a thick bunch of medical records and an appointment list for a doctor visits. I turned it in to the café and they said they’d turn it in to the police if nobody came for it at the end of the day. So I was so happy to be able to put a little something in my good karma savings account, I had just hoped I’d be able to let interest accumulate on it before I had to make a withdrawal from that account. OH WELL, I got my wallet, and I was thrilled. Not so thrilled were Mom and Steffen who then, a mere two hours later, had to go through the mess of getting them opened again…! =) But they did, and everything worked out so perfectly. I love that there are still people who do the right thing… It’s such a trip to swing from negative, bitter thoughts that someone stole your wallet and that it’s in some bush somewhere abandoned and never to be seen again to absolute thankfulness and reaffirmed faith in the goodness of people. That woman made my day, and I owe Jeanet a massive favour for being so calm and patient and helpful. Sometimes I swear Jeanet has a halo glowing around her head.

Flugtag?

Saturday night we had been out in Newtown until late but I still managed to wake myself up at 9 am to get ready to go to the 1st Annual Australian Flugtag. As far as I know, it’s some European (maybe Austrian?) event which basically involves people making flying boats. The goal is to create a contraption that when pushed off a ramp by the team will fly as far as possible before landing in the water. It has to have a pilot who sits in the plane/boat (which I’ll call a ploat) and the rest of the team is responsible for pushing it down the runway. Each team has to launch a homemade contraption, and before launch they have to present a 30 second dance. Teams get points for distance in the water, but also creativity. It was held at the Royal Botanic Gardens by the harbour, and the weather was cloudy, but that was probably a good thing considering it was outside, on water and lasted five hours. Jessie and I got up and out early and managed to score the very best spots, right on the edge of the water. There were many, many teams of silly people who very obviously do not have degrees in aeronautical engineering. There were teams that went with Australian themes like The Flaming Galahs, some went with randomness like the team that dressed its pilot as a sausage and their ploat as a bun, some went with well known themes such as Wiley Coyote and the Roadrunner. Actually, that was probably the best one in terms of creativity. They had their pilot dressed as Wiley Coyote, then the ploat was a totally classic, bright red Acme rocket of dynamite. One of the team members was dressed exactly as Roadrunner. The little dance involved WC and RR running around the platform, while the remaining team members held up little signs that said “Beep beep” and “Ka-bloom!” Then Roadrunner ran down the platform and jumped into the bay while Wiley Coyote got on the rocket and was pushed down the platform after him. There are tons of great videos on my camera of this, and I’ll have to put them on YouTube, but when that will be I’m not sure. There were interviews with the teams after they got pulled out of the water and the medical team looked them over, these interviews were sometimes impossible to understand. I consider myself fluent in English, but this, this is not English. One guy’s way of saying he got a wedgie: “I got me’s jocks up me bum.” I swear, I cannot take these people seriously.


Afterwards we walked back to the bus stop through the Botanic Gardens. There were these big trees and tons of people looking up into them. I couldn’t figure out what was so impressive or interesting, besides these great big melon trees. I walked over to this woman and asked what we were all looking at and she said, “Why, the bats of course!” Excuse me? Come again? Say what? Sure enough, those massive melons were not melons, but bats. Big bats. Bats that have a wingspan of over three feet! They are called the grey-headed flying-fox, and are one of the largest species of bat in the world. They can weight up to a kilo (2.2 pounds) and have a wingspan of 1.5 meters. Now, isn’t there something about the human arm wingspan being equal to our height? That would mean that at my 1.53 meters, these bats would have the same wingspan as me. Seeing them hang there and adjust their wings and then take off through the trees made me a little uneasy at first. But after a half an hour standing there watching them (and some very closely), I actually began to kind of like them. Their faces do look like a fox, and while I might not call them cute, I didn’t exactly think they were creepy either. They chatter very loudly, but I’d thought it was just the birds (which are very colourful and a little too friendly, landing on your head and everything). Anyhow, they eat figs and not human blood and have become quite a nuisance in the Botanic Gardens, killing 13 trees and ruining another 25 of the oldest trees in the gardens. They have hired a consultant to figure out how to move them to another location without pissing off the bat-lovers. The species is endangered, so it’s not possible to just off them, but it’s hard to find another location for them since there are already two other bat colonies in Sydney, which apparently don’t have room for new bats. I guess back in 2002 in Melbourne the Victorian government and 200 volunteers moved a colony of 30,000 bats from Melbourne’s botanic gardens to a suburb. According to an article I’m reading they did it with noise: “’We had speakers mounted on four-wheel drive motorbikes driving around under the trees blaring out recorded industrial noises, we had people blowing whistles, beating drums, you name it,’ explains Mark Winfield from the Victorian Department of Sustainability and Environment. ‘We nudged them along the Yarra metre by metre, day by day through people’s backyards, through suburban cemeteries, other public gardens until we got them where we wanted them.’” It’s a $5000 AUD fine for anyone who harms them, so the consultant had better be careful!

There were also birds in the gardens, and my favourite bird here is called the Sacred Ibis. Google them and see what they look like – they are everywhere here. When I walk to work in the morning they are outside around the landscaping at the hospital enterance picking at the ground with those long beaks… it makes me feel like I’m getting a glimpse of something prehistoric. It’s like in Århus or in another city you have pigeons, well here you have the Ibis. I love it. They were walking around the gardens with the cockatoos, who also have a massive wingspan and are very noisy. Looking up and seeing parrots in the trees still surprises me, and reminds me of exactly what a weird island I’m currently residing on. I’m not sure if I’ve heard the laughing kookaburra yet. People say I have for sure, but I don’t know.

Yaawwn

Louise and some of us girls had had plans to go out to dinner after work, but when I got to work there was a massive lack of afternoon staff and people were being called in or begged to work overtime. Sooo, I ended up working from 0730 to 2230, which for little student me was a long time. I did get both a lunch break and a dinner break, but still. Everything went surprisingly well, too, considering I was working on like six hours sleep. The only thing that went poorly was my handover, for which I was scolded. This little, old nurse flapped her hands at me and said, “No no no! That’s not how you do it! You have to start with their history!” And I was standing there thinking, “For crying out loud woman, they’re eight hours old…” I know I should have been more thorough, but I was dying there and eager to get out. Anyways, I was thrilled to get off and get out. That day I was caring for a patient whose mother had read EVERY book on babies and breastfeeding – every single sentence started with “But my book says…” Trish came and picked me up and we booked it home only to find there was a cockroach massacre in full swing. In the course of three hours they had killed four cockroaches! As if that wasn’t bad enough, Julie was telling me that when she got home that afternoon she walked up to the door and saw a man lying across the doorway, blocking her from opening the door. He was about 50 or so, and when she walked up to him she asked him if he was okay. He just turned his head and looked at her, bared his teeth and let out this long growl…! She yelped and hustled away, called the psych hospital’s security who eventually came and picked him up. Sigh. As wacky as this place is, I still somehow like it.

Gag reflex

Monday Jeanet had signed us up for an Australian cooking class. She had booked it, so we hadn’t seen the place. The first thing that happened when we got there was that a bug ran across the table. Bettina and I looked at each other in mild alarm, and it didn’t get any better. Occasionally the chef would look at the ground, then casually step sideways and slam his foot on the ground. We’d hear a mild crunch and then he would move back to the head of the table. I was about to hand him my money and just split, but I figured Jeanet would kill me for being rude, and Bettina would kill me for ditching her there. I stayed but swore if I saw any bugs in my food I’d walk out with my money and tell the guy to take a hike. The chef was nice enough, too, a French chef who says he came to train cooks for the Olympics and decided to stay. I think he was gay – he put Elton John on during our lunch and Sydney is like the second biggest city in the world in terms of gay/lesbian population. Those two factors surely seal the deal! Elton John and in Sydney? Must be gay! Okay, anyways, this is not really relevant, so moving on. I was totally queasy about the place and can tell you lots of horror stories. For example, when he needed a wet rag to put under the cutting board so it would stay still, he took a rag that had been sitting in the bottom of the sink. After he’d wrung it out, he walked over and opened the rag to fold it and it was then that I caught a glimpse of a small bug dead on the rag. Maybe he killed it when he wrung the cloth out. UGH. Then he folded it and placed it on the table and a cutting board on that. I figured since he wasn’t cutting on the side that touched the nasty rag I wouldn’t die – but later he flipped the board over to cut the meat! UGH. Anyways. Baaaad hygiene, but Jeanet kept saying that she’d seen worse when she travelled through Asia for four months. I wasn’t sure I was going to eat anything, and especially not the meat, but we ordered the meat well done and I figured it was going to be okay. It all started with about a 30 to 45 minute lesson in native Australian foods, which was very informative and interesting. The menu looked good, and we saw all the food being made, so we all assigned each other to keep an eye on the food and make sure no bugs got into it. The menu included Akudjura tomato soup, which is a bush tomato that dries on the tree before harvesting, followed by crocodile with eucalyptus pesto. This was followed by kangaroo fillet with riberry sauce (my notes say: “little, purple berries of the lilli pilli family with light clove flavour”), sweet potato puree with Tasmanian berries (“small black and red peppery hot berries coming primarily from cold climate Tasmanian forests”) and roast peppery pumpkins with macadamia nuts (“most commonly used and commercially grown native nuts in Australia”). For dessert we had roast macadamia and wattle seed muffins along with chocolate and wattle seed mousse. Wattle seed is “seed of a particular wattle roasted and ground with a distinctive light chocolate/coffee/hazelnut flavor”. Everything was served while we sat in the front of the “cooking school” where we thankfully didn’t see any more bugs. It all tasted excellent, and I’m glad that I stayed, but next time Jeanet signs us up for anything I’m going to check it out first. Afterwards, I took a bus and headed to Oxford Street. That is where the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras was, too, remember? It is the core of the gay and lesbian cultures in Sydney, plus it’s in the suburb of Paddington, which is this posh neighbourhood with boutique stores and such. So walking down the street one store is gay shop, specializing in colourful thong underwear, next store is overpriced boutique with hats displayed on fancy hat boxes. The restaurants even get into it, with names like “Thai Me Up”. It was a fun walk and I bought some clothes in one of the less expensive stores. The street is pretty long, though, so I have to go back and finish it off. I got home late and never got food poisoning, hurrah!

Sunday, March 30th, 2008

So we hit another famous Australian beach, this time Palm Beach. It’s the filming location of a famous (at least down here it is) Australian drama show called Home and Away. We had heard that the trip out there on the bus was amazing, that you just drove along the coast and saw all the beautiful beaches, so we decided to take the 1.5 hour bus trip. We got up early in the morning and found our way to town to catch our connecting bus. It was even a limited stops bus and it still took 90 minutes. The weather was fabulous, too, so there was lots of traffic. We did not get to see lots of coastline on the way up, but we did get glimpses of the coast here and there. That’s not to say that the scenery was boring – I know I’m in the right place when the dividers on the highway are hibiscus bushes. Like in the US and Denmark we have grass, this road had hibiscus bushes with bright pink blooms. Truly beautiful. The beach wasn’t so crowded and we found a good spot right away. The water was warm and shallow pretty far out. I played in the waves for a while watching this five-year-old kid learning to surf with his dad. Danish kids learn how to ride a bike, Australian kids learn how to surf. It’s cute, too, how they drag their boards to the water because they can’t possibly pick them up. There was one of the famous Sydney rock pools at this beach, but the water was looking a little old so we didn’t go in. Why swim in the rock pool when you can swim in the ocean??? Needless to say, we were totally spent by the time we got home that night, but it was a very happy tired.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

And there's more

But not now. I've been borrowing Jeanet's computer to write the posts and then just copying them to the comps at work. I'm all paranoid, though, because the signs everywhere say in capital letters, NO PERSONAL USE! Hope to post more tomorrow.

Pests...

There are rumors of ghosts around here. See, we live in an old building that used to house psych patients. There are people who have reported odd events and waking up to see a face inches from theirs. Now, I take all these stories very lightly, but then this very down-to-earth Canadian told me she has been a little freaked out and I got uncomfortable. We spent a couple of nights where all the old-timers from Callan Park Palace told us newbies all the stories they had heard and any stories of their own. The second night of this, I went to my room and got in bed with an old New Yorker planning to do a good deal of reading. About 90 minutes later, I hear a knock at my door. I get up and open to find Gill standing there. Now Gill and I are civil, but she’s been totally silent with me since the complaining disaster.

As I’m writing this we just had a massive scare!!! We’re four girls sitting in the common room watching a romantic comedy when I notice a weird sound like someone exhaling very heavily. I looked at Jeanet, nope, not her. Suz, nope, not her. Then Jeanet notices, too, because she sat straight up very quickly and started looking around at us. We paused the movie because the other girls couldn’t hear it, and sure enough, there was a very loud breathing sound coming from inside the room…! We made sure it wasn’t one of us, and then we totally panicked. It sounded like someone had gotten stabbed in the lungs and was dying, breathing their last breaths. It seemed louder by the windows, so Suz flung one open and sure enough, it was coming from right outside the window! With the recent stabbing and all, we flipped. We ran down the hallway to find a flashlight to try and see something. We recruited four girls, including Trish, the down-to-earth Canadian (and current cripple from dropping a knife on her Achilles tendon – ouch) to come as back-up. The eight of us ventured back to the common room and on our way noticed the main door wide open…! We then proceeded to freak out, huddled in the common room (strength in numbers, never mind that 7 of the 8 are total sissies) until the level-headed and oh-so-cool German girl, Martina, came in and said, “That’s just a possum!” Sure enough, we sent out a couple of girls with weenie flashlights who reported that it was just a possum. PHEW! But it is still making the most horrendous, drawn-out-death breathing noises.

So back to the ghosts. Gill is standing outside my room and says, as she’s looking over my shoulder at my window, “Abby? Are you okay?” “Uhhhm, yeah, why?” Without further ado she moves towards my window past me and asks, “What do you have hanging outside your window?” “Uhhhm, nothing.” She obviously doesn’t take my word for it, because she is looking outside my window for something. She looks confused so I say that I sometimes hang a dress or a shirt inside my window to dry. She says, no, it was outside my window. So I asked if she was sure it was my window and not Jeanet’s or the ironing room to either side. Nope, she could see me reading on my bed. I asked what she thought she saw, because I’m curious and she hurriedly says she thought it was a nursing uniform, but that she was mistaken and it was obviously a reflection. She left very quickly and it all happened so fast that I didn’t realize what she was saying until she was gone. So then, after the two nights of ghost stories, I closed my window and locked it for the first time since the stabbing, and slept with it closed all night. She keeps saying it was a reflection, but I’ve stood out on that porch many times since and looked at my window in all levels of light and not once seen anything that resembles a nursing uniform… Oh, and now the possum is doing it again.

And ghosts aren’t the only pests around here. We have cockroaches. Massive cockroaches. The other night I was in my room after a shit day, a real zinger, reading a New Yorker, relaxing on my bed. All of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I see this brown figure streak across the opposite wall up by the ceiling. Thankfully we have 12 foot ceilings, but still. It was a massive cockroach, and it has long feelers. It stopped in the corner, so I snagged some girls on the way by in the hallway to see if they could help. Three girls packed in to my little room armed with Raid and drowned the sucker. They say you shouldn’t smoosh cockroaches because they squirt out thousands of eggs – instead you should spray them or trap them. It was taken care of, but since then (six days ago) there have been four other sightings. I slept with my lights on and bought myself a can of Raid to stand by my bed. Spiders and grasshoppers I can take, and I can even take dying, wheezing possums, but cockroaches NO.

Come again?

Instead of asking, “How are you doing?” they say, “How are you going?” Instead of saying, “Good for you” they say, “Good on you, mate, good on you!” Instead of “cooler” (like a cooler for refrigerated food items), they say “eskie”. Instead of “fries” they say “chips”. These weirdos, I tell ya.

Yes ma'am!

Yesterday was amazing, I got to spend several hours with an Aboriginal (albeit with a Scottish great-grandfather) midwife. The other day I was standing at one of the sinks washing my hands when I noticed her, so I asked the lactation consultant who she was. Trish decided to introduce me and said, “Allison, this is our exchange student, Abby. Abby, this is Allison.” Without even looking at me, she turned in my general direction and said, “Nobody calls me by my Christian name. I’m Sister Bush.” Then she just turned back to the sink and rinsed off her hands. Okay then! Aye aye captain, note made. So I steered clear of her while she was in my department, kind of intimidated by the staff singing her praises and telling me what an influential and legendary midwife she is. I thought about that for a few days and then mentioned to Sandie, my Clinical Nurse Consultant (CNC), that I’d like to shadow Sister Bush for a day. So yesterday Sandie said that I would follow her today. At about 11 she called me to the antenatal department where we hung out and went to lunch. She showed me interesting materials, including posters aimed at Aboriginals, which are less wordy, in Aboriginal colors (red, yellow and black) and have Aboriginal art on them. On a side note, I learned today that a horseshoe shape of dots in Aboriginal art represents a person sitting. Anyway, Sister Bush has been involved in training courses for doctors, midwives and nurses on treating, and communicating with, Aboriginal patients, as well as training nurses and midwives from remote areas to evaluate and treat patients. There is a great manual that they give to health workers in remote areas, it’s a very simple book that covers everything from treating snake bites to preparing a patch of land to serve as a landing strip for the flying docs. We talked for a long time about the hostility between Aborigines and white Australians, as well as the history of the Aborigines. There were reservations where they were sent to live, and children were taken from their parents to be raised as white kids as early as a few weeks old. Substance abuse and violence are common issues among Aborigines, and the white Australians resent the government assistance offered to the Aborigines. She gave me some tips for establishing contact and building trust with Aborigines, including:

  • Avoid constant eye contact. (She says this after a couple of hours where I’m eagerly leaning forward absorbing every word she says and after my eyes never left her face. Oops.) I told her that I thought we looked people in the eye to show we were listening to them, but she said, “We listen with our ears, not our eyes.”
  • Don’t sit squarely opposite and face them full on, that’s very direct and personal (again, oops). Sit slightly angled and focus on something else if you can, like a journal or the baby.
  • Never give them a specific task. For example instead of saying, “You need to come back for a check-up in three months” you say, “Some people need to come back for a check-up in three months.” She said to never make it specific, otherwise they will bail on you and balk at the obligation. So make it vague and general.
  • Lastly, she said to use similes. Compare the kidneys to a river system that works best with plenty of fresh, running water. If there is a dam upstream then downstream the water could stagnate and it could affect wildlife, algae could get out of hand, etc.

Anyway, it was so amazing to walk around with her, and random people, total strangers, were stopping me in wards urgently asking me in a whisper if I was walking around with Sister Bush and how in the world did I arrange that??? She has apparently never allowed students to shadow her, so it was a big treat that I was allowed!

Continuing on the subject of nursing, I am have officially moved to the HDU (bless you!), where the babies are just a fraction smaller and need milk a little more frequently. I swear, sometimes I come home and dream about breast milk – argh! At least The Drag is not there, although I sometimes get a bad (evil) vibe when I walk by the door to my old nursery. And I can hear her when someone walks through the door still giving everyone grief. But not me! Now I’ve followed two young nurses who have been tremendously good at explaining things to me and letting me do things my own way. I’m in the HDU for one more week, then it’s up to NICU for two weeks. I’m supposed to be filling out a portfolio with different competencies that I’m supposed to be learning, but I guess the operative word here is “supposed”. I should probably start it, since it’s like 30 pages of blanks to fill out. Sigh.

More freaks of nature!

Now, normally I’d be completely against a big wildlife park in a major city, but I figure I don’t get all worked up about the Portland Zoo, and in fact I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the Portland Zoo, so I figured I could forgive myself for going to Sydney Wildlife World (SWW). It’s located at Darling Harbour and is right next to the aquarium. I took a day off and went through Little Italy (aka Norton Street) where I got my 2GB of pictures burned onto a DVD. Then I decided that 2GB doesn’t last nearly long enough, so I bought myself an 8GB memory card… Hopefully it’ll take me a little longer to fill up. When you take pictures of every everyday object that you run across, including flowers, bugs, light switches (if you can call them that), etc, then 2GB is never going to get you anywhere. From Norton Street I took a bus through Balmain to the wharf and caught a ferry to Darling Harbour, one stop only! It’s a fabulous (but short) ferry ride, beautiful views of Harbour Bridge and The Rocks. At SWW there were very limited numbers of children, much to my delight. (No offence to those of you with kids – yours are all perfect.) So I got to walk around at my own pace and meet even more unique Australian creatures.

Here are some of my notes.

Cicadas (I do realize these are not uniquely Aussie, but they are everywhere – they especially like the greenery outside my window) are the loudest known insect and can be heard up to 400 meters away. The sound is from vibrating drum-like membranes on their abdomen.

An Australian tiger beetle is the fastest running insect, hitting top speeds of 2.5 meters per second. It doesn’t sound like much, but for their body size this would be the equivalent of a human runner approaching the speed of sound.

The Australian giant rhinoceros cockroach can weigh as much as a large mouse and grow to seven cm in length. It is the largest cockroach in the world.

The Sydney funnel web is the most dangerous spider in the world, but it is only the males that are lethal. The venom only affects people, not dogs or cats. Funnel-webs got their name from the silk tube with which they line their burrow. The Sydney funnel-web is one of the most venomous spiders in the world.

Australia is the land of reptiles. With a current count of around 840 species, there are more varieties of reptile in Australia than on any other continent. By comparison, the larger land mass of North America has only 280 reptile species, less than half the number of lizards alone in Australia, at 615 species. What’s more, 90% of Australia’s reptiles are found nowhere else on Earth.

They’re everywhere! Australia is home to the most highly venomous snakes in the world. It is also the only continent on which the venomous varieties outnumber the harmless ones. Although less than one third of the world’s snake species are venomous, they make up 65% of Australia’s snakes. They have spread across the continent to inhabit all environments and niches. However, only a handful are truly dangerous to man and even those tend to be shy snakes which avoid confrontation. Many are beneficial in that they eat small rodents which destroy crops and property. All snakes are protected by law in Australia.

The inland taipan is the most venomous snake in the world. A single bite can produce enough venom to kill 100 people (or 250,000 mice)! Fortunately, the inland taipan lives in remove areas and is very shy, so it is extremely rare for a human to be bitten. It feeds mainly on plague rats.

Australia has more than 770 species of birds, of which over 350 are found nowhere else in the world. When it comes to parrots alone, one sixth of all living species are Australian.

Australia is the only continent on which the number of mammals active by night is greater than the number that are active by day.

Over 80% of the continent is considered arid or semi-arid, making Australia the driest continent on Earth. The lack of water means food may be scarce in the red heart. Marsupials do well here because they have a slower ifestyle than other mammals and therefore require less food and water. Reptiles thrive here for the same reasons. One bizarre lizard, the thorny devil, collects dew overnight on large spines which cover its body. When enough moisture collects it flows between its scales towards the lizard’s mouth, giving it a drink. When times are hard, some kangaroos and wallabies are able to keep an embryo in suspended animation until the next good rain. When there is plenty of rain, a female kangaroo or wallaby may have two joeys of different ages to make up for the hard times. When nursing them, each nipple will produce a different type of milk, appropriate to the ages of the two joeys. Kangaroos and wallabies cannot sweat or pant to lose heat, so instead they lick their forearms to cool down. The agile wallaby is a common wallaby in the tropics and is often encountered in campgrounds and picnic areas. Females with a joey in the pouch usually have an extra embryo in storage in the uterus which will begin developing if anything happens to the joey.

Grass trees are a group of exclusively Australian plants. They are slow growing and their seeds require fire to germinate. The trunks of old grass trees are usually black from a long history of surviving through brushfires.

Magnetic termite mounds. These strange looking monoliths are the homes of magnetic termites. Magnetic termites got their name from the north-south orientation of the thin, flat mounds, an adaptation to reduce the amount of direct sun hitting them during the hottest part of the day.

The cassowary is listed n the Guinness Book of World Records as the most dangerous bird in the world. Using the long, stiletto-like claws of its inner toes, the cassowary has caused a number of deaths by lashing out with its powerful legs. Wild cassowaries are shy by nature, however, and unprovoked attacks are rare. Most attacks have been associated with captive animals or wild individuals defending their nests. 50 rainforest tree species depend on the cassowary to spread their seeds through its droppings. The southern cassowary is a keystone species for Australian rainforests. Without the cassowary, our rainforests would not have the incredible diversity for which they are known. The role the cassowary plays is a simple one: it swallows fallen fruit whole and the undamaged seeds come out with its droppings. In the process, the cassowary spreads the seeds of many trees whose fruit are too large for any other rainforest animal to carry. The cassowary’s resilient digestive system also allows it to eat fruit which are small but too toxic for other animals to eat. In total, around 150 tree species depend on the cassowary to spread their seeds. Without the cassowary, the spread of these trees would be restricted to a small circle around the parent tree from which the fruit fell.


Koalas. Some people believe their sluggish, dopey nature is a survival mechanism, as their diet is so low in nutrients the koala cannon afford to waste energy on a big brain or active lifestyle. Koalas are on a very restrictive diet. Of all the food available in the forests in which they live, they can only eat the leaves of a very small number of Eucalyptus trees. Koalas choose the best leaves by using their large nose. What’s more, the Eucalyptus leaves they love so much happen to be leathery, poisonous to eat and very low in nutrition. Koalas have a tough liver to deal with those poisons, but without special bacteria in their gut they wouldn’t be able to digest the leaves at all. However, koalas aren’t born with those special gut bacteria. The very first solid meal a baby koala eats is its mother’s stool – she produces a special paste, called pap, to pass some of these important bacteria on to her young. To avoid wasting any of that valuable nutrition by running around, koalas sleep 20 hours of every day. They also have a small brain, as thinking uses up a lot of energy too. Luckily, they don’t really need to think much, as they don’t have to hunt for their food and very few animals hunt for them in the trees. There’s usually little reason for them to spend much time on the ground, either, as they rarely drink. Koalas sleep with their head tucked under so water runs right off them when it rains. Koalas have two thumbs to give them an extra powerful grip while climbing trees.

That's all on these guys, I might go to the zoo and have even more notes later.

Ketchup

So a lot of things have happened, including that the SIDS and Kids people who have offices on the west wing on the ground floor (directly under me) have cut us off their Internet. Either we weren’t ever supposed to be on it (very likely), or it’s because they are moving with the psych hospital and have disconnected their Internet (also likely, but I’m still guessing it’s the first one). Sooo, no Internet = no blogging. I refuse, absolutely refuse to pay $5 AUD for one hour of Internet. I’ll pay half that, but it’s hard to find places. And since I’m not connected at the moment, I’m unable to remember my last post, but I’ll try and catch up soon.