This is not a review. I have seen this movie and liked it, but this has been like 2 years ago. So, this is not the issue. The issue here is why I think today that this movie is one of the greatest movies ever made. Actually, the titles says it all: The Lives of Others... You sit and watch people living their lives, over and over. It doesn't matter if you do it intentionally or not, but in most cases, if you happen to fall in this category, you will end up with one thing and one thing only: people will go on living their lives, and you end up in the dust they stir as they move.
So, my advice to you, dear reader: live your life. Go on with your life, do something about it, and don't just stand there perfectly happy with your bird's eye view. You are not happy, even if you tell yourself this every night. Life will not wait for you because she is busy with the others who are living their lives. The shopkeeper loves the paying customer, not the guy who spends his time looking at the stands and other customers.
To the people who are living their lives: I don't envy you, I wish you the best. And I hope that you too wish me the best.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
(23) Happy Birthday to me!
So, I am 24. For two dozens of years this creature has walked the earth. How much longer will he be here? What can he achieve and how long will it take him? Only God knows...
This is the first time that I have celebrated my birthday all alone! Now to start, I was doing night float in the hospital (that is the name they give to the night shift). It was incredibly boring and I slept from 1 am till 5.30! I stayed in hospital till 5.30 pm. I found out that cakes are too expensive here, so I didn't get one. Instead I bought myself a nice ice cream. I wanted to eat one for a long time. Ice in the streets + ice in your throat = Awesome! I went home, cooked for myself, ate and then slept. The house was empty as my room mates are all away.
Happy birthday to you my father, and happy birthday to me.
My friends from G-Company gave me Battlefield: Bad Company 2. My father got me something back in Egypt. And that's it. Only three other humans wished me happy birthday beside my family and G-Company. All the other wishes were from forums I am a member in.
This is the first time that I have celebrated my birthday all alone! Now to start, I was doing night float in the hospital (that is the name they give to the night shift). It was incredibly boring and I slept from 1 am till 5.30! I stayed in hospital till 5.30 pm. I found out that cakes are too expensive here, so I didn't get one. Instead I bought myself a nice ice cream. I wanted to eat one for a long time. Ice in the streets + ice in your throat = Awesome! I went home, cooked for myself, ate and then slept. The house was empty as my room mates are all away.
Happy birthday to you my father, and happy birthday to me.
My friends from G-Company gave me Battlefield: Bad Company 2. My father got me something back in Egypt. And that's it. Only three other humans wished me happy birthday beside my family and G-Company. All the other wishes were from forums I am a member in.
Monday, February 1, 2010
(5) The First Day
I had to be in the hospital and meet the secretary of the program director at 9 am, so I woke up at 6, got ready and was at the reception by 8.15. I thought that it was better to be early. And it was. Now, before I go on much further, let's talk about: shock. While I passed by the hospital 2 days ago, I didn't enter it till today. Wow! The hospital was massive. It's made up of multiple building but everything is connected through passageways that arch over the streets. There is also a very long passageway, called The Pike, which is the main highway in the hospital. As I said, the hospital is connected to 2 more institutions which are the Children's Hospital and the Shapiro Cardiovascular Center. There are sign posts everywhere to help shepherd the patients, visitors and medical staff, all the same. But, it is still way to easy to lose your way inside.
I went inside the orthopedics department and asked for Brenda, who is the one I should be meeting. I was told to wait inside in the waiting area which was a table and a couple of chairs. Almost everyone that passed by me stopped and asked me if I was being helped or not. Oh my God! I waited till 8.50 until I saw a girl coming who looked Indian. I knew that the other student with me was Indian, but I couldn't know from the name if it was a guy or a gal. Moments later we saw Brenda. She greeted us and gave us a rapid orientation. She took us to get the white coats from the hospital's linen section. Students and PGY1s are required to wear short white coats. They are like the ones worn by dentists here in Egypt. Then we went to get the hospital IDs. These IDs have a photo and a bar code, in addition to the name, rank and department. On the back of it, it says that the bearer of this ID is an essential member of the health care team at Brigham and should be allowed to move across police/army blockades to report to the hospital in case of a declared emergency or disaster. Also there was a separate card that supplied info about fire evacuations and what to do in case of needle-stick injuries.
After I did all of this, I was directed to the orthopedic residents' room, located on the 15th floor in The Tower. The Tower is the main inpatient building. It's made of 16th floors and 2 lower levels. The first lower level is ORs (operating rooms) land! I never went into the 2nd lower level, so I have no idea what's in it. The floors above the 2nd floor are all inpatient rooms, loosely divided among specialties. For example, most ortho patients were located on the 15th and 16th floors. But I saw patients in other floors and also in the Shapiro building.
I entered the residents' room but the resident I was assigned to wasn't there, his name was Jay. For privacy reasons, I am only going to use the first names of the residents. I met Christina, who will be responsible for me on my 3rd week. She told me that Jay was in the clinic and asked if I had lunch. When I said no, she told me that I should go and get something to eat. And I did.
The cafeteria is located on the 2nd floor. It consists of one large multiple-outlet section with sections for hot sandwiches, cooked meals, deli (which I still don't know what it means), multiple fridges containing all kind of refreshments and milk, a fruit section, a salad section, a soup section, a huge coffee/soft drink section, ice cream and potato chips and 3 counters. You simply go in and pick what you want and pay on your way out. They only accepted cash. The other part was an Italian food corner with pizza, pasta and other weird stuff that I don't know their names. When you are done, there are multiple stations where you can pick up napkins, spoons, knives, forks, sugar, Splenda, salt, pepper, ketchup and so on. After that, there are 2 food courts, where you can go in and sit to eat. Their combined size is as large as one half of the new food court in City Stars in Cairo! There are a couple of microwave ovens should you want to bring your own food and sit and eat with your friends. During non-rush hours, one of the food courts is closed. And it's also used sometimes as a conference room. There is also multiple vending machines for soft drinks, chocolate and chips and finally there is a vending machine for kosher food, but I never got the chance to stand and read what they offered. You can go and sit in the food court at any time till 11 pm even if you are not eating.
There are 2 more places to eat in the hospital. Au Bon Pait, which is nice and it's like a big chain as I ate in many Au Bon Paits in Boston and even in JFK airport when I left the country. They are a bit more expensive and they don't have home-like cooked meals, but they do support credit cards. There is another place called Pat's place. But I will talk about this later.
After eating, I went up again and met Jay. He took me on a tour inside the hospital. We went to get scrubs. We went into a room where there were many racks full of scrubs. He told me to get a lot, so I got six of them matching my size. Residents and nurses leave their homes dressed in scrubs and go back home in scrubs too. They only change them in the hospital if they become soiled by blood or any other similar contamination. If everything went fine, they will go back home in them. They have plenty of changes back at home and when they are finished, they just come and dump the dirty scrubs in the soiled linens basket and get replacements.
What I did was different. I took the scrubs with me back home, but it was too cold for me to go to the hospital everyday in scrubs. So, I dressed up normally and took my scrubs inside my bag and then I change in the residents' room. At the end of the day, I changed back to my normal clothes and dropped the scrubs in the basket in the residents' room.
After that, we went to the OR section... I was in normal clothes and a white coat, I was forbidden from going inside the OR wing. I had to dress up in a disposable cover-all gown and a head cover. There are about 50 ORs in the hospital, divided between general surgery, ortho, neuro, cardiothoracic, Obs and Gyn (they say it: OBS and G, Y, N) and urology. The division is by wings or bays, with each containing most of the ORs in which surgeries of a certain specialties are done. Ortho was done in Section G and all the equipment was located in that section, with a large storage room in the floor for almost everything.
I forgot to mention that when I was with Brenda, I signed a confidentiality agreement to keep everything about patients, equipment, on-going research a secret. I don't believe I am telling anything that will breach this contract.
I went home early that day and I went out again after that to look at some stuff in shops downtown.
I went inside the orthopedics department and asked for Brenda, who is the one I should be meeting. I was told to wait inside in the waiting area which was a table and a couple of chairs. Almost everyone that passed by me stopped and asked me if I was being helped or not. Oh my God! I waited till 8.50 until I saw a girl coming who looked Indian. I knew that the other student with me was Indian, but I couldn't know from the name if it was a guy or a gal. Moments later we saw Brenda. She greeted us and gave us a rapid orientation. She took us to get the white coats from the hospital's linen section. Students and PGY1s are required to wear short white coats. They are like the ones worn by dentists here in Egypt. Then we went to get the hospital IDs. These IDs have a photo and a bar code, in addition to the name, rank and department. On the back of it, it says that the bearer of this ID is an essential member of the health care team at Brigham and should be allowed to move across police/army blockades to report to the hospital in case of a declared emergency or disaster. Also there was a separate card that supplied info about fire evacuations and what to do in case of needle-stick injuries.
After I did all of this, I was directed to the orthopedic residents' room, located on the 15th floor in The Tower. The Tower is the main inpatient building. It's made of 16th floors and 2 lower levels. The first lower level is ORs (operating rooms) land! I never went into the 2nd lower level, so I have no idea what's in it. The floors above the 2nd floor are all inpatient rooms, loosely divided among specialties. For example, most ortho patients were located on the 15th and 16th floors. But I saw patients in other floors and also in the Shapiro building.
I entered the residents' room but the resident I was assigned to wasn't there, his name was Jay. For privacy reasons, I am only going to use the first names of the residents. I met Christina, who will be responsible for me on my 3rd week. She told me that Jay was in the clinic and asked if I had lunch. When I said no, she told me that I should go and get something to eat. And I did.
The cafeteria is located on the 2nd floor. It consists of one large multiple-outlet section with sections for hot sandwiches, cooked meals, deli (which I still don't know what it means), multiple fridges containing all kind of refreshments and milk, a fruit section, a salad section, a soup section, a huge coffee/soft drink section, ice cream and potato chips and 3 counters. You simply go in and pick what you want and pay on your way out. They only accepted cash. The other part was an Italian food corner with pizza, pasta and other weird stuff that I don't know their names. When you are done, there are multiple stations where you can pick up napkins, spoons, knives, forks, sugar, Splenda, salt, pepper, ketchup and so on. After that, there are 2 food courts, where you can go in and sit to eat. Their combined size is as large as one half of the new food court in City Stars in Cairo! There are a couple of microwave ovens should you want to bring your own food and sit and eat with your friends. During non-rush hours, one of the food courts is closed. And it's also used sometimes as a conference room. There is also multiple vending machines for soft drinks, chocolate and chips and finally there is a vending machine for kosher food, but I never got the chance to stand and read what they offered. You can go and sit in the food court at any time till 11 pm even if you are not eating.
There are 2 more places to eat in the hospital. Au Bon Pait, which is nice and it's like a big chain as I ate in many Au Bon Paits in Boston and even in JFK airport when I left the country. They are a bit more expensive and they don't have home-like cooked meals, but they do support credit cards. There is another place called Pat's place. But I will talk about this later.
After eating, I went up again and met Jay. He took me on a tour inside the hospital. We went to get scrubs. We went into a room where there were many racks full of scrubs. He told me to get a lot, so I got six of them matching my size. Residents and nurses leave their homes dressed in scrubs and go back home in scrubs too. They only change them in the hospital if they become soiled by blood or any other similar contamination. If everything went fine, they will go back home in them. They have plenty of changes back at home and when they are finished, they just come and dump the dirty scrubs in the soiled linens basket and get replacements.
What I did was different. I took the scrubs with me back home, but it was too cold for me to go to the hospital everyday in scrubs. So, I dressed up normally and took my scrubs inside my bag and then I change in the residents' room. At the end of the day, I changed back to my normal clothes and dropped the scrubs in the basket in the residents' room.
After that, we went to the OR section... I was in normal clothes and a white coat, I was forbidden from going inside the OR wing. I had to dress up in a disposable cover-all gown and a head cover. There are about 50 ORs in the hospital, divided between general surgery, ortho, neuro, cardiothoracic, Obs and Gyn (they say it: OBS and G, Y, N) and urology. The division is by wings or bays, with each containing most of the ORs in which surgeries of a certain specialties are done. Ortho was done in Section G and all the equipment was located in that section, with a large storage room in the floor for almost everything.
I forgot to mention that when I was with Brenda, I signed a confidentiality agreement to keep everything about patients, equipment, on-going research a secret. I don't believe I am telling anything that will breach this contract.
I went home early that day and I went out again after that to look at some stuff in shops downtown.
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