Good day, bad day ?

I am sick again. For the third time in three months. That's an average of once a month. This ISN'T NORMAL!! What the hell is wrong with me? Completely healthy on Monday morning, then oh! a sneeze. A day later an itching sensation in my throat. And downhill from then on. It's almost as if I was able to see the germs, and watch the progression of myself getting sick from the outside. Not even prevention helped. I had taken Panadol and Pretuval C on Tuesday already, feeling that I could maybe get sick. It all didn't help. I don't know. I think I am working too hard. Always in front of the computer. Rah rah rah. No but seriously, I think something is wrong with me.

All that could ruin my day, but I should see the bright side of it, because there were lots of positive aspects to my day:

- My baby sent me flowers to work!! I didn't know who they were from, it just said Je t'aime on a blank card. It took me entire morning to make him admit it was he who sent them! How can you lie to me about that? Grrrrr. But thanks a lot darling :-) Love you

- I have received my FILIPINO PASSPORT today !!!! I'm offiziell Doppelbürgerin, baby ;-) Two passports are just better than one, don't you think? Hehehehe.

- I received a letter from LA POSTE today (customer service department), following up on my complaint from 28 December. Who would have thought! You see, for weeks, the idiotic postman/postwoman (I am quite sure it's a woman who delivers the mail to the people in my building, I have seen her before) has been putting letters of someone else in my mailbox!!! Someone with the last name of Saleh. Now how can you be so stupid and blind! Does Mohamed Ali Saleh look anything like my name? Thank you. Let's hope now that this isn't just a random letter, but that they will really do something about my situation. Because just two days ago, I had yet another letter for Mr. Saleh in my mailbox. What if he's been getting important mail of mine, but didn't put it in my mailbox?

Ode to silence

As very often these past three months, I don't really feel like blogging, because I am little bit sick of my usual fast-written, non-edited posts with poor vocabulary. I can do better than that, but when it comes to blogging, I just become lazy. Another reason why I am not blogging is because I am quite sick of certain people running to my parents after reading things I posted. They can read it too if they want, you know! Luckily, my parents are not like those strange people out there who read my posts, thinking they can interpret them and know me very well just because they read my blog (do you really think I reveal my entire self here?), and then draw the conclusion that I don't take life seriously. What I have to answer back? Seriously, get a life.

Four days

As I am very tired (obviously because I am still awake), I wish I could just write four words to summarize these past four days, or post four pictures to try to recap everything. I don't think it will work, but I will try the first:

1. Reunions
2. Family
3. Frustrations
4. Sleep
   

Note that none of the above are related at all! Well, okay, I might as well explain myself:

Reunions: Technically, it started last Wednesday, seeing Aïda again, having dinner together ;-) Then, on Thursday, I met up with Natasha in Basel, and also saw Anne again there, my "oldest" friend (not agewise, I mean that we've known each other since we were nine years old and are still in touch. What's the proper way to say that?). It was a really really great day, with two wonderful people. Today, on my way back to Geneva (I went home to Lucerne over the long weekend, the office was closed on THU and FRI), I bumped into m elementary school sweetheart, on the ship (yes, I also travel by ship. Or is it called motorboat?) ! It was so amazing to talk with him, I think it's the first time in, what, ten, twelve years that we actually really spoke? Or maybe the first time ever? Don't laugh, because yes, that's possible. I was extremely shy in elementary school, we never talked then, all we did was exchange little love letters, hihi. Afterwards, in high school, we never spoke I think, just said hi in the hallways. Isn't that a coincidental encounter of the extremely cute kind? We then even took the same train together, and continued talking, about all kinds of things. Every time we mentioned other "exes" we really had to smile :-) Looking back, I count myself grateful once again, for such fond childhood memories! All those Summer camps together with pillow dances at the parties, dance classes, holding hands, the shy kisses and such innocent puppy love, haha. If you're reading this: Good luck with the thesis, and hope we'll keep in touch!

Family: Food, food and more food. My Dad the grillmaster, the yummy meat, the great laughs, the gorgeous weather, the kitty-cats running around, the delicious and heavy chocolate cake for dessert, my little sister and her boyfriend (awwww, so cute), my brother who just had his last exams, my Mom enjoying the beauty products I brought her.....truly a fab weekend.

Frustrations: Had a job interview on Thursday morning in Lausanne, got the job (just a random job for ten days, to get some extra money), but was frustrated that I'm still being treated as a student and that I have to deal with BEEP (I cannot write this here right now). After that, I was sitting at a café at the trainstation in Lausanne and my wallet was almost stolen. Two random drunk or stoned guys, in their late twenties (this was at 10am) came to my table, talking crap, wanting to sit down with me at my table. I ignored them, continued to read my newspaper, with my handbag was on the chair next to me, which yeah, is stupid, but that's the way it was. I've learned my lesson now, trust me. A few seconds later I noticed that one of them was holding my wallet in his hands, trying to hide it under his jacket! All the people directly next to me must have seen this before me, because before that those two guys were standing in front of my table for some time, being quite loud, which must have caught their attention. But did these people react or yell or something? Nope. Thank God I noticed myself, so I jumped up, grabbed my wallet and cussed at him, saying something really bad in French. I was SO ANGRY!! Angry at him, angry at myself - also because afterwards, I didn't have the immediate reflex of calling the police, I was just shocked and glad I still had my wallet - but also angry at the people around me. Here I was, a young woman alone, in a business suit, wearing high heels, with my laptop next to me, TWO GUYS harrassing me, and nobody gives a shit! Instead of maybe thinking of helping me, all they can do is BLAME ME and ignore the situation! All this very Swiss lady in her fourties managed to do once those idiots were gone was to bend down to me, ask me in a teacherly voice if I was okay, telling me it was dangerous to leave my handbag on the chair right next to me! Lady, I know that myself, it was silly, but it happened! I really wonder how people around me would have reacted if I had looked "more Swiss", according to the usual definition. Would they have jumped out of their seats right away, or are they all jellyfish in general?

Sleep: Lots of healthy, relaxing sleep this weekend. And cute cats sleeping next to me as well...

Doctor my ass!

I got back an hour ago from seeing a doctor (my doctor in Geneva), and I am on a hating/ranting tirade here. Yes, he's nice. Maybe he's even competent. And it's only been the third time in two or three years that I had to see him (my real doctor is back home in Weggis). But that doesn't give him the right to patronize me! "Et bientôt, la petite Larissa (here's where I correct him: "C'est CA-rissa!") ... ah, Carissa, va aller très bien." Can you believe that? And he was being serious, all smiles. If I hadn't been feeling so damn sick, I would have told him "SVP, j'ai 26 ans monsieur!".

And before that, an old man in the waiting room tried to patronize me as well! What a world full of assholes! "J'espère que vous n'allez pas me passer vos microbes? Vous êtes enrhumée". Me: "Ben oui, c'est pourquoi je viens voir le médecin". I avoided explaining him the details, that I didn't just have a simple cold, but severe sinusitis - as the doctor mentioned above later told me -, was coughing, and had a light fever. I had a hard time breathing and just couldn't bother. And you know what the old fart told me afterwards? "Vous venez pour un simple rhume!? Tstststs.....hehehehe....vous savez, ça fait douze ans que je ne me suis pas enrhumé...". THE NERVE! I just ignored the old bastard after that. Does the idiot really think I'd run to see the doctor just because I caught a simple cold?

I swear, I've had so so so many bad experiences with doctors ever since I can remember. It even makes me question how they get their degrees in the first place. Often, they just didn't take me seriously, thinking I was faking something, or being a hypochondriac! The most interesting episode was in Lucerne six or seven years ago: I went to see a doctor there because I was dizzy all the time and was hypotonic. The man just laughed at me and was about to send me away. So, I called my Mom, told her the deal, gave the idiot the phone and he was like "Hello? What?" and pretty soon he was going "Oh okay, the xybz, and the zyxz test (imagine something sounding very Grey's Anatomy like. Something concerning white and red blood cells I think) .... okay, I will do that". He gave me back the phone, and was flabbergasted. "Does your mother have a medical background?" So, in the end, he took me seriously, took my blood, and turns out I WASN'T faking anything. DUH. I must have seen like eight different doctors or more over the past seven years, and I only respect one of them (but not even him a 100%), and that's excluding all the rather bad OB/GYN's I've been to. Oh, and what about the idiots who didn't believe me at the hospital when I told them I might have Malaria? (and actually HAD it) I told them about the symptoms, where I had been, when ... nada. IDIOTS!

Am I exaggerating here? Maybe I should re-read this post once I am not sick anymore. Now, if only that damn medication started to work...

What are the symptoms of...

... avarian flu? I've been sick since yesterday morning, it came out of nowhere, and I'm literally feeling like I'm about to die :-s There goes the drama queen in me again. My head feels like it's about to explode, I can't breathe, my ears hurt like hell, and my whole body is aching. I woke up at Christian's place yesterday and thought "Oh man, this hayfever", because my throat was itching and I had a running nose. But we all know you don't get a real fever from hayfever. Despite our wonderful trip on Lake Lucerne on the so-called "Brunch Boat" (we ate soooo much) together with his Mom and brother, I was feeling worse every minute. How is that possible? Maybe a bad interaction between my hayfever pills and that pain killer? I don't know. I just know that I urgently need to work on my thesis (and look for a job in June, I managed to create a French version of my CV just now), but I am so dizzy and feeling like shit. Maybe I need to go and lie down again....

A disaster

An Egyptian friend told me yesterday that Carissa pronounced in Arabic translates into "a disaster". Whoopee.

Spring?

It's snowing in Geneva. It's cold. It's March 20. This is not right.