pissed
Listening to: my own curses
Drinking: more coffee
Eating: nothing
Weather: who cares?
Changed my Blogger version to the new layout creator. Now I've got a problem!
As you might have seen already, my header is gone!
Can't insert it at the dashboard, where you normaly would change it (where you can put in new links and so on), because it doens't take pictures there for the header, only texts!
The only thing I managed was to put the header as a footer (that's ironic, isn't it?), because you can chosse to insert pictures there!
The HTML-Code changed with the new version so I don't know how to put it in there, anymore.
Has anymone any idea what to do?
Please, help me!---------------------------
Okay, finally managed it! Not the way I wanted to, but hey, it's okay for me (so far!)
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
New Blogger Version
Mood:
pissed
Listening to: my own curses
Drinking: more coffee
Eating: nothing
Weather: who cares?
Changed my Blogger version to the new layout creator. Now I've got a problem!
As you might have seen already, my header is gone!
Can't insert it at the dashboard, where you normaly would change it (where you can put in new links and so on), because it doens't take pictures there for the header, only texts!
The only thing I managed was to put the header as a footer (that's ironic, isn't it?), because you can chosse to insert pictures there!
The HTML-Code changed with the new version so I don't know how to put it in there, anymore.
Has anymone any idea what to do?
Please, help me!---------------------------
Okay, finally managed it! Not the way I wanted to, but hey, it's okay for me (so far!)
pissed
Listening to: my own curses
Drinking: more coffee
Eating: nothing
Weather: who cares?
Changed my Blogger version to the new layout creator. Now I've got a problem!
As you might have seen already, my header is gone!
Can't insert it at the dashboard, where you normaly would change it (where you can put in new links and so on), because it doens't take pictures there for the header, only texts!
The only thing I managed was to put the header as a footer (that's ironic, isn't it?), because you can chosse to insert pictures there!
The HTML-Code changed with the new version so I don't know how to put it in there, anymore.
Has anymone any idea what to do?
Please, help me!---------------------------
Okay, finally managed it! Not the way I wanted to, but hey, it's okay for me (so far!)
Busy
Mood: 
busyListening to: the sound of my keyboardWeather: haven't take a look outside the window for a long timeEating: sandwichesDrinking: coffee
I'm sorry for not writing for a long time.
Had so much to do, I'm really busy at the moment.
Spending most of the time in hosptal, there is alot of work to do at the moment, and trying to spend the rest of my freetime (when I'm not cleaning up my apartement) with Chase.
Think this will go on for two or three weeks, because I have to issue an essay till the 21st of december and that takes a lot of time, too.
But after that, I think I'll write much more again,because then I have time to write, to see my DownUnderHairWonderBoy more often and maybe visit some friends, I haven't seen for a long time.
Work really sucks at the moment! (I'm sorry for using that term, don't know how to say it more kindly)
Now that Foreman is "ill" and can't come to work (of course I understand this and i feel really sorry for him and James! God, I can understand House too, I think I would also try to kill these bastards!) there is even more work to do for Chase and me.
House has Clinic duty and we try to handle it all alone. It works until now, hope it goes on like this.
Sorry, didn't want to cry here, just wanted to let you know why I'm not writing at the moment.
I think I'll have more time in future (after Christmas, I hope), so you'll read me more often again, I promise!
Try to do some posts during writing my essay, but I don't really know wheter it works or not!
Just wish me luck! ;-)
busyListening to: the sound of my keyboardWeather: haven't take a look outside the window for a long timeEating: sandwichesDrinking: coffee
I'm sorry for not writing for a long time.
Had so much to do, I'm really busy at the moment.
Spending most of the time in hosptal, there is alot of work to do at the moment, and trying to spend the rest of my freetime (when I'm not cleaning up my apartement) with Chase.
Think this will go on for two or three weeks, because I have to issue an essay till the 21st of december and that takes a lot of time, too.
But after that, I think I'll write much more again,because then I have time to write, to see my DownUnderHairWonderBoy more often and maybe visit some friends, I haven't seen for a long time.
Work really sucks at the moment! (I'm sorry for using that term, don't know how to say it more kindly)
Now that Foreman is "ill" and can't come to work (of course I understand this and i feel really sorry for him and James! God, I can understand House too, I think I would also try to kill these bastards!) there is even more work to do for Chase and me.
House has Clinic duty and we try to handle it all alone. It works until now, hope it goes on like this.
Sorry, didn't want to cry here, just wanted to let you know why I'm not writing at the moment.
I think I'll have more time in future (after Christmas, I hope), so you'll read me more often again, I promise!
Try to do some posts during writing my essay, but I don't really know wheter it works or not!
Just wish me luck! ;-)
Friday, November 17, 2006
In former times...
Mood: 
melancholy
Listening to: Rascall Flatts - To make her love me
Eating: Sandwiches
Drinking: Coke
I was thinking about what Wilson had written in his Blog.
About former lifes and reincarnation...
Maybe it is true? How often does it happen, that you see a person for the first time but you've got a feeling as if you know her since centuries?
You meet someone and feel just happy, like you are at home, found someone that you missed for years. Even if the other one can't remember, or even doesn'tz feel like you do.
It's hard to explain.
But maybe that was the feeling I had? Missing something and don't know what? And then I found these eyes. These eyes that remind me of a different time, a place faraway from here.
Maybe it's just imagination, but this sad feeling is gone now, since I belive I'd found what I lost once.
I'm sorry for writing such a melancholic stuff, but I just wanted to tell you how I'm feeling at the moment and last few weeks...
melancholy
Listening to: Rascall Flatts - To make her love me
Eating: Sandwiches
Drinking: Coke
I was thinking about what Wilson had written in his Blog.
About former lifes and reincarnation...
Maybe it is true? How often does it happen, that you see a person for the first time but you've got a feeling as if you know her since centuries?
You meet someone and feel just happy, like you are at home, found someone that you missed for years. Even if the other one can't remember, or even doesn'tz feel like you do.
It's hard to explain.
But maybe that was the feeling I had? Missing something and don't know what? And then I found these eyes. These eyes that remind me of a different time, a place faraway from here.
Maybe it's just imagination, but this sad feeling is gone now, since I belive I'd found what I lost once.
I'm sorry for writing such a melancholic stuff, but I just wanted to tell you how I'm feeling at the moment and last few weeks...
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Working time
Mood: 
working
Listening to: Nothing, I'm working
Eating: NOthing (aaaargh), still have to work
drinking: Coffee
Weather: rainy
When I went to the hospital this morning, I was in a very good mood.
Of course, it was because I would see Chase again.
We spend the last two evening together and I was just feeling more than good.
House hobbled into the diagnostic office and threw a patient file on the table.
"Take a look at this!" He mumbled and went to the coffee machine. He took one of the red coffee cups and filled in some of the dark, hot liquid.
"Where is the sugar?" he grumbled again.
"Over there!" I said and pointed at the cupboard.
"Yeah, now look at the patient!" he said, during putting sugar in his coffee.
"35 year old patient, male, sanious inflammation of the armpits, and in chest area." I red.
"Could be tuberculosis." said Chase. "Or maybe some kind of infection." said Foreman. "Yeah, maybe Lupus?" said House and rolled his eyes.
"It's some kind of pyodermatitis, I think." I said.
"Maybe impetigo contagiosa" proposed Chase. "No, he's too old for that!" I answered and gave him a little smile.
"Or he has a erysipelas." was Foreman's answer.
"No, he has no fever or headache." I said, reading the file again: "I think it is hidradenitis supporativa!" and I closed the file again.
"okay, check his leukocyte leukocyte for some kind of infection and give him antibiotics, just for the case. If you find out nothing, we have to make a biopsy!" With these words, House limped out. "Where are you going?" asked Foreman.
"Clinic duty!" was the answer and the door closed.
We looked at each other, nodded and left the room, too.
"So how are you both?" asked Foreman after we went some steps away from the office.
"Fine" I said and grinned.
"Yeah" was Chase's answer.
"So everything's fine, nothing to tell?" asked Foreman again.
"No...everything's fine!" said and entered the patients room.
"Hello, my name is Dr Cameron, these are Dr Chase and Dr Foreman. How are you at themoment?"
The man lokked up."My arms are hurting and they seemed to be engorged."
"We give you antibiotics, causeit could be some kind of infection and we will check your blood for any abnormalitys. If that doens't make clear what we are dealing with, we have to make a biopsy." Chase explained.
The patient nodded and raised his arm so that we could take a blood sample from him.
After that, we went out of the room to the lab.
Foreman was checking the leukocytes, during Chase and I searched for some kind of parasite or another infection.
"What's going on with you?" asked Chase.
"I feel sorry for Eric, that's all..." "Hey!" He took my hand. "Don't think about that, we had a talk and I think everything is okay now." He kissed me and again I felt this warmth all inside my body.
"His leukocytes are low, too low!" we could hear Foreman.
I stopped kissing and looked at the Pc again.
"What do you mean?" asked Chase and looked at the paper Foreman was holding.
"There is an infection, but his immune system can't handle it!" he said.
"Sounds like hidradentitis!" I said. "I'll check him for staphs!"
Chase left to tell House.
"Eric?" I asked.
"Hm?" "How are you?" "Fine!"" "I don't belive you!" I looked in his eyes.
"Yeah, it hurts...but...hey, you are happy, he is happy, so what should I do?"
"I feel sorry for that!" "Comeon,Allison, don't be stupid!" He took the paper again. "It happened and it's okay forme!" with these words he left the lab.
I stood there and felt really sorry.
Later I did the test for staphs and it turned out to be positive, so I went to the patients room again.
"You have hidratentitis supprorativa." I told the patient. "That means that your skin is infected by staphs and you'll get more antibiotics. We have disinfect the parts of your skin that are infected and if that doesn't help, I'm afraid we have to remove these parts."
"What do you m,ean with remove?" the patient asked.
"We remove the skin during an operation and replace it with non-infected skin of other parts of your body. Otherwise, the infection could get even worser..."
The patient just nodded.
working
Listening to: Nothing, I'm working
Eating: NOthing (aaaargh), still have to work
drinking: Coffee
Weather: rainy
When I went to the hospital this morning, I was in a very good mood.
Of course, it was because I would see Chase again.
We spend the last two evening together and I was just feeling more than good.
House hobbled into the diagnostic office and threw a patient file on the table.
"Take a look at this!" He mumbled and went to the coffee machine. He took one of the red coffee cups and filled in some of the dark, hot liquid.
"Where is the sugar?" he grumbled again.
"Over there!" I said and pointed at the cupboard.
"Yeah, now look at the patient!" he said, during putting sugar in his coffee.
"35 year old patient, male, sanious inflammation of the armpits, and in chest area." I red.
"Could be tuberculosis." said Chase. "Or maybe some kind of infection." said Foreman. "Yeah, maybe Lupus?" said House and rolled his eyes.
"It's some kind of pyodermatitis, I think." I said.
"Maybe impetigo contagiosa" proposed Chase. "No, he's too old for that!" I answered and gave him a little smile.
"Or he has a erysipelas." was Foreman's answer.
"No, he has no fever or headache." I said, reading the file again: "I think it is hidradenitis supporativa!" and I closed the file again.
"okay, check his leukocyte leukocyte for some kind of infection and give him antibiotics, just for the case. If you find out nothing, we have to make a biopsy!" With these words, House limped out. "Where are you going?" asked Foreman.
"Clinic duty!" was the answer and the door closed.
We looked at each other, nodded and left the room, too.
"So how are you both?" asked Foreman after we went some steps away from the office.
"Fine" I said and grinned.
"Yeah" was Chase's answer.
"So everything's fine, nothing to tell?" asked Foreman again.
"No...everything's fine!" said and entered the patients room.
"Hello, my name is Dr Cameron, these are Dr Chase and Dr Foreman. How are you at themoment?"
The man lokked up."My arms are hurting and they seemed to be engorged."
"We give you antibiotics, causeit could be some kind of infection and we will check your blood for any abnormalitys. If that doens't make clear what we are dealing with, we have to make a biopsy." Chase explained.
The patient nodded and raised his arm so that we could take a blood sample from him.
After that, we went out of the room to the lab.
Foreman was checking the leukocytes, during Chase and I searched for some kind of parasite or another infection.
"What's going on with you?" asked Chase.
"I feel sorry for Eric, that's all..." "Hey!" He took my hand. "Don't think about that, we had a talk and I think everything is okay now." He kissed me and again I felt this warmth all inside my body.
"His leukocytes are low, too low!" we could hear Foreman.
I stopped kissing and looked at the Pc again.
"What do you mean?" asked Chase and looked at the paper Foreman was holding.
"There is an infection, but his immune system can't handle it!" he said.
"Sounds like hidradentitis!" I said. "I'll check him for staphs!"
Chase left to tell House.
"Eric?" I asked.
"Hm?" "How are you?" "Fine!"" "I don't belive you!" I looked in his eyes.
"Yeah, it hurts...but...hey, you are happy, he is happy, so what should I do?"
"I feel sorry for that!" "Comeon,Allison, don't be stupid!" He took the paper again. "It happened and it's okay forme!" with these words he left the lab.
I stood there and felt really sorry.
Later I did the test for staphs and it turned out to be positive, so I went to the patients room again.
"You have hidratentitis supprorativa." I told the patient. "That means that your skin is infected by staphs and you'll get more antibiotics. We have disinfect the parts of your skin that are infected and if that doesn't help, I'm afraid we have to remove these parts."
"What do you m,ean with remove?" the patient asked.
"We remove the skin during an operation and replace it with non-infected skin of other parts of your body. Otherwise, the infection could get even worser..."
The patient just nodded.
Monday, November 13, 2006
The Date
Mood: 
content
Listening to: Prozzak - Strange Disease
Eating: Chicken (yeah, again)
Drinking: Cider
Weather: rainy (but who cares?)
I was so nervous the whole sunday. I really don't know why.
I worked with him for such a long time before I finally realized my feelings.
I recognized what I was missing in my life...
These warm and shiny eyes, changing between green and blue like an ocean, this smile like a rising sun...and of course the hair! ;-)
Yeah, I know that sounds so much kitchy, but it's true. I'm feeling like a teenager before his first kiss.
Thank God, I didn't have to work this sunday, so there was a lot of time to have a shower, do my hair and put on some make-up.
Than, I stood in front of my wardrobe to find the perfect outfit for this evening.
After a lot of time, I was ready, and just waiting for Chase to arrive.
He arrived exactly at the agreed time.
He led me to his car and opened the door for me.
He was really goodlooking, wearing a dark blue shirt and a light blue tie. It fitted perfectly to his eyes.
Some wips of his hair fell into his front and gave him a very sexy look. (Did I really say that? Gaaaaawd!!!)
We drove to a nice little restaurant that looks really expensive.
We waited till the waiter appeared.
"Reserved for 'Chase', two persons, please!" said Chase.
The waiter nodded and led us to a place in the back of the restaurant.
"Our best table!" he said and handed the menu to us.
That there were no prices written on the menu made me finally clear how expensice this restaurant really was!
I decided to eat some chicken with rice, Chase took the salmon.
For the meal he ordered some sort of red wine, but he whispered to the waiter, so I didn't understand the name of it, but it tasted real good.
I looked around in the restaurant.
The walls were full of huge painting, on every table were white chinaware plates with golden borders, the best silver you would find in the USA and - of course - a lot of candles.
I looked at Chase and when he smiled back at me, my heart did a jump.
Now I knew what that feeling had been when we were in Allenby's Apartement. it was the presence of Chase that had made me that nervous.
"You're looking good tonight!" he said and smiled again.
"Thank you!" muttered I and felt my cheeks turning red.
The waiter came and brought our meals to us.
It was fantastic, but as always, too little for my opinion! ;-)
After we had finished, Chase put on a big smile and beckon the waiter. He was carrying a big bouquet of red roses.
I was speechless. "Is...is that...for me...?" asked I finally.
Chase nodded and took my hand.
"I hope this is the color you expected!" he winked.
"Oh, you shouldn't have...that was... thank you!" stammered I.
"Ehm..." I tried to ask him something that was really important to me, "are you... are you serious about this? Are you sure? I mean, Eric and..."
"I've never been that sure!" he interrupt me and huged my hand softly.
Suddenly, his face came closer and his lips touched mine.
I was so suprised that I nearly didn't knwo what to do. Finally I remebered (Yeah, I know, that's strange, but it really happened...) and I closed my eyes and kissed him back.
Then he looked at me and smiled again.
I felt so happy, nearly like hovering over the ground. My heart was beating like it wanted to break my chest and I could nearly feel the adrenalin rushing through my veins.
Some hours later, after we had talked about everything and the world, he payed (And I still don't know how much!) and we left the restaurant.
During we wandered trough the streets to his car, he took my hand and I could feel his warm and soft skin.
I rested my head on his shoulder till we finally arrived the car...
content
Listening to: Prozzak - Strange Disease
Eating: Chicken (yeah, again)
Drinking: Cider
Weather: rainy (but who cares?)
I was so nervous the whole sunday. I really don't know why.
I worked with him for such a long time before I finally realized my feelings.
I recognized what I was missing in my life...
These warm and shiny eyes, changing between green and blue like an ocean, this smile like a rising sun...and of course the hair! ;-)
Yeah, I know that sounds so much kitchy, but it's true. I'm feeling like a teenager before his first kiss.
Thank God, I didn't have to work this sunday, so there was a lot of time to have a shower, do my hair and put on some make-up.
Than, I stood in front of my wardrobe to find the perfect outfit for this evening.
After a lot of time, I was ready, and just waiting for Chase to arrive.
He arrived exactly at the agreed time.
He led me to his car and opened the door for me.
He was really goodlooking, wearing a dark blue shirt and a light blue tie. It fitted perfectly to his eyes.
Some wips of his hair fell into his front and gave him a very sexy look. (Did I really say that? Gaaaaawd!!!)
We drove to a nice little restaurant that looks really expensive.
We waited till the waiter appeared.
"Reserved for 'Chase', two persons, please!" said Chase.
The waiter nodded and led us to a place in the back of the restaurant.
"Our best table!" he said and handed the menu to us.
That there were no prices written on the menu made me finally clear how expensice this restaurant really was!
I decided to eat some chicken with rice, Chase took the salmon.
For the meal he ordered some sort of red wine, but he whispered to the waiter, so I didn't understand the name of it, but it tasted real good.
I looked around in the restaurant.
The walls were full of huge painting, on every table were white chinaware plates with golden borders, the best silver you would find in the USA and - of course - a lot of candles.
I looked at Chase and when he smiled back at me, my heart did a jump.
Now I knew what that feeling had been when we were in Allenby's Apartement. it was the presence of Chase that had made me that nervous.
"You're looking good tonight!" he said and smiled again.
"Thank you!" muttered I and felt my cheeks turning red.
The waiter came and brought our meals to us.
It was fantastic, but as always, too little for my opinion! ;-)
After we had finished, Chase put on a big smile and beckon the waiter. He was carrying a big bouquet of red roses.
I was speechless. "Is...is that...for me...?" asked I finally.
Chase nodded and took my hand.
"I hope this is the color you expected!" he winked.
"Oh, you shouldn't have...that was... thank you!" stammered I.
"Ehm..." I tried to ask him something that was really important to me, "are you... are you serious about this? Are you sure? I mean, Eric and..."
"I've never been that sure!" he interrupt me and huged my hand softly.
Suddenly, his face came closer and his lips touched mine.
I was so suprised that I nearly didn't knwo what to do. Finally I remebered (Yeah, I know, that's strange, but it really happened...) and I closed my eyes and kissed him back.
Then he looked at me and smiled again.
I felt so happy, nearly like hovering over the ground. My heart was beating like it wanted to break my chest and I could nearly feel the adrenalin rushing through my veins.
Some hours later, after we had talked about everything and the world, he payed (And I still don't know how much!) and we left the restaurant.
During we wandered trough the streets to his car, he took my hand and I could feel his warm and soft skin.
I rested my head on his shoulder till we finally arrived the car...
One moment of weakness...
Mood:
flirty (and happy!^^)Listening to:
Jesse Spencer - Molly SmilesEating: SandwichesWeather: stormy
I made it! I really made it!
Okay, House instituted the whole story, but at least, I made it!
What I am talking about?
I asked Chase for a date!
After his little... "Meeting" with Foreman, he was cinfused, but not angry at him.
I think he talked to Foreman, at least, it seemed so during our little MSN-conversation we had with House and Wilson last Saturday night.
Eric asked me what was going on with me the last days and finally he asked: "Do you like him?" "Whom..?" did I asked, well-known, which perso he meant.
"Chase!" he said and took a deep breath.
"Yes..." I aid slowly and nodded a bit. "Sorry..."
"No need to feel sorry!" said Eric, "Maybe you should just ask him for a date."
"And you...?" I asked, thinking about his own feelings.
"Don't care about me, I'm a grown-up, I can handle this!" He said and smiled a bit. "And after all I think it was just because of the alcohol and my frusttration because of Ginny!"
I nodded again.
Later, Chase joined our conversation and suddenly House called: "Chaaaaaahaaaasse!!!???"
"What?" was his answer.
"There is somebody who wants to talk to you!" House smiled.
'House, I'll kill you!' I whispered to him! That was the moment I regret telling House and Wilson about my feelings. He just smiled back at me.
"Who wants to talk to me?" asked Chase and looked around.
"Well, I think Cameron wants to ask you something!" he grinned.
I took a deep breath. "Robert! Would you lake to date me?" Okay, that was it, no turning back!
"On one condition!" he said, "Please don't call me Robert! Call me Chase, I hate my first name."
"Okay!" I smiled and felt happy like never before.
We decided to go out for a dinner on Sunday evening... yeah, I really made it!
What finally happened, I will tell later, if I find the time to. But I think so, because there is a lot to tell...
flirty (and happy!^^)Listening to:
Jesse Spencer - Molly SmilesEating: SandwichesWeather: stormy
I made it! I really made it!
Okay, House instituted the whole story, but at least, I made it!
What I am talking about?
I asked Chase for a date!
After his little... "Meeting" with Foreman, he was cinfused, but not angry at him.
I think he talked to Foreman, at least, it seemed so during our little MSN-conversation we had with House and Wilson last Saturday night.
Eric asked me what was going on with me the last days and finally he asked: "Do you like him?" "Whom..?" did I asked, well-known, which perso he meant.
"Chase!" he said and took a deep breath.
"Yes..." I aid slowly and nodded a bit. "Sorry..."
"No need to feel sorry!" said Eric, "Maybe you should just ask him for a date."
"And you...?" I asked, thinking about his own feelings.
"Don't care about me, I'm a grown-up, I can handle this!" He said and smiled a bit. "And after all I think it was just because of the alcohol and my frusttration because of Ginny!"
I nodded again.
Later, Chase joined our conversation and suddenly House called: "Chaaaaaahaaaasse!!!???"
"What?" was his answer.
"There is somebody who wants to talk to you!" House smiled.
'House, I'll kill you!' I whispered to him! That was the moment I regret telling House and Wilson about my feelings. He just smiled back at me.
"Who wants to talk to me?" asked Chase and looked around.
"Well, I think Cameron wants to ask you something!" he grinned.
I took a deep breath. "Robert! Would you lake to date me?" Okay, that was it, no turning back!
"On one condition!" he said, "Please don't call me Robert! Call me Chase, I hate my first name."
"Okay!" I smiled and felt happy like never before.
We decided to go out for a dinner on Sunday evening... yeah, I really made it!
What finally happened, I will tell later, if I find the time to. But I think so, because there is a lot to tell...
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Tired after all...
Mood: 
tired
Listen to: Vertical Horizon - Goodbye again
eating: pizza
drinking: coke
Weather: rainy and stormy outside...and cold!
Oh my God, what is going on here, please?
Has everyone around me gone mad?
I really think like beeing an actor in a soap opera with a very bad screenwriter...
But let's start at the beginning.
Yesterday afternoon I still had to do a lot of paperwork till saturday. I dindn't know that it was THAT much, because I was sitting in front of my lap till seven in the morning.
Okay, there was a break of about two hours, when House called us to the hospital because of an emergency, but after all i stayed for a couple of hours on my desk to manage this pack of paper.
I'm happy that I had a conversation with James via MSN, otherwise I would have gone crazy by all these letters and numbers, i think.
Actually, my frieday was totally different to what I had planned. I wanted to go to the Hemingway's around eight o'clock, butlet's say...somebody told me not to go.
So I stayed at home with the work.
And my depression has gone topless...
Well, actually i think i know the reason now, but after all it doesn't matter, so I don't want to talk about it.
My Saturday started very early...no, not really, but after at least four hours of sleep.
I don't want to take a look in a mirror, I think!
Later I went to the hospital, avoiding to take a look in the eyes of my colleagues.
I don't knwo why, but sometimes I get the feeling that they could read my mind, bye only seeing in my eyes.
So I just hoped that the working day would end up soon and when I came home I put on some sad music and went to bed...
Some hours later I woke up and couldn't fall asleep anymore.
So now I'm sitting in front of my lap again, listen to the music and the rain that falls outside against my window.
I try to write with Wilson, House, Foreman and Chase via MSN, but somehow their topics aren't what I want to talk about.
Maybe I should go to bed again. Or just eat something. I'm happy that I can eat that much without gaining weight. Otherwise I would really have a problem!^^
Well, I think I defrost me a pizza. Supper at 1p.m., nearly normal for me at the weekend, hehe.
tired
Listen to: Vertical Horizon - Goodbye again
eating: pizza
drinking: coke
Weather: rainy and stormy outside...and cold!
Oh my God, what is going on here, please?
Has everyone around me gone mad?
I really think like beeing an actor in a soap opera with a very bad screenwriter...
But let's start at the beginning.
Yesterday afternoon I still had to do a lot of paperwork till saturday. I dindn't know that it was THAT much, because I was sitting in front of my lap till seven in the morning.
Okay, there was a break of about two hours, when House called us to the hospital because of an emergency, but after all i stayed for a couple of hours on my desk to manage this pack of paper.
I'm happy that I had a conversation with James via MSN, otherwise I would have gone crazy by all these letters and numbers, i think.
Actually, my frieday was totally different to what I had planned. I wanted to go to the Hemingway's around eight o'clock, butlet's say...somebody told me not to go.
So I stayed at home with the work.
And my depression has gone topless...
Well, actually i think i know the reason now, but after all it doesn't matter, so I don't want to talk about it.
My Saturday started very early...no, not really, but after at least four hours of sleep.
I don't want to take a look in a mirror, I think!
Later I went to the hospital, avoiding to take a look in the eyes of my colleagues.
I don't knwo why, but sometimes I get the feeling that they could read my mind, bye only seeing in my eyes.
So I just hoped that the working day would end up soon and when I came home I put on some sad music and went to bed...
Some hours later I woke up and couldn't fall asleep anymore.
So now I'm sitting in front of my lap again, listen to the music and the rain that falls outside against my window.
I try to write with Wilson, House, Foreman and Chase via MSN, but somehow their topics aren't what I want to talk about.
Maybe I should go to bed again. Or just eat something. I'm happy that I can eat that much without gaining weight. Otherwise I would really have a problem!^^
Well, I think I defrost me a pizza. Supper at 1p.m., nearly normal for me at the weekend, hehe.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Depressed
Mood: 
sadListen to: Jesse Spencer - Night of Love
I really don't know what's going on at the moment. I should feel lucky that House is well and nothing worse did happened to him, but somehow I'm in a bad mood, actually.
I'm sitting here in front of my Lap, listening to a great song and I'm fighting back my tears... Somehow I've got the feeling that I'm missing something... maybe I should't hear such sad music?
Here is the song I'm listening to:
sadListen to: Jesse Spencer - Night of Love
I really don't know what's going on at the moment. I should feel lucky that House is well and nothing worse did happened to him, but somehow I'm in a bad mood, actually.
I'm sitting here in front of my Lap, listening to a great song and I'm fighting back my tears... Somehow I've got the feeling that I'm missing something... maybe I should't hear such sad music?
Here is the song I'm listening to:
Jesse Spencer - Night of Love
The lights beam down from the stars
and it takes my breath away
And the reats of glee in my heart,
end up voicing words to say
All I feel is invested in this
Reach to me, her thoughts reply
Clinging still, her love awaiks,
and she's opened up my eyes
I can't see you clear
And I can hear you leave
And I can't deny that its a night of love
As the night now frozen shoots flames and she craves to my call of love
Then she'll rise with love
Though tonight our love is so real despite fears in my eyes,
I can still feel you near.... lie la lie
Ooooh...... lie la lie
All I need's a little time
To embrace what I must face
You have chosen to decide
That we're better off this way
All I feel is invested in this
Reach to me, her thoughts reply
Clinging still, her love awaiks
And she's opened up my eyes
I can't see you clear
And I can hear you leave
And I can't deny, I can't deny,
No I can't deny, no I can't deny,
We can't deny that its a night of love
As the now frozen shoots flames and she craves to my call of love
Then she'll rise with love Though tonight our love is so real despite fears in my eyes,
I can still feel you near.... lie la lie
Ooooh...... lie la lie
I think I go to bed now.... better than burst into tears... andthat for no reason...very confusing...
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
rescue rangers
10 Minutes after reading the post in House’s Blog Chase, Foreman and I were sitting in Foreman’s car.
Our way leads us directly to Allenby’s home in Park Road 112.
We arrived there and left the car. “Sure, he isn’t at home?” I asked, seeing his car standing in front of the apartement.
“House said so...” Foreman answered and went upstairs to the frontdoor.
“Maybe he came back earlier?” Chase said and shivered a bit.
I looked on him with pity. The wound on his throat seems to heal slowly, but the memories of this night must be as hard as these from Wilson and House.
Foreman started to work on the door lock. We stood directly behind him and we heard a quiet “click” when the lock opened. “Yesss...” muttert Foreman and put his credit card and a back paper-clip in his pocket.
He grinned and opened the door trying to make no noise.
We entered the apartment and looked around. We couldn’t see anyone.
Foreman went ahead, Chase and I behind him.
We heard a voice coming out of the living room: “So what did you do with my lap?” That was Allenby, for sure.
We stopped.
Foreman showed us to be quiet, Chase and I nodded.
I could feel my heart beating like it would break my chest, standing here, waiting for an idea what we could do.
Now I wished we would have a machine-gun like House wrote.
Foreman glanced around the egde. “There he is,standing in front of House who is sitting on the sofa. I think they didn’t hear us!” he whispered.
Chase and I nodded.
My knees became weak. Was it because I was so afraid or was it something else? I shook my head. Cam, please, this isn’t the moment to think about things like that.
I noticed a light aroma of strawberrys and I rememberd Chase’s shampoo. I smiled a bit, when Foreman suddenly showed us to follow him.
He flited in the kitchen like a cat and we followed him.
Allenby was still talking to House, so they didn’t notice three shadows scurring over the living room’s door.
Foreman opened the cupboards one by one till he seemed to’ve found what he was looking for.
He pulled out three frypans.
We looked puzzled at him, but he just pressed them in our hands and went to the door. It was amazing how he did all this without making a single noise. If I had looked for the frypans, Allenby would had stood behind us within ten seconds because of all the noise that i would have made.
We sneaked back to the living room and glanced around the corner.
Chase was still shivering a bit and i just wished that this tachycardia would stop.
I clinched the grip of the frypan to have something to hold on to.
Allenby stood in the living room, still taking and moving in a strange way, I couln’d say if he had taken drugs or if he was just gone mad.
Fortunately he stood with his back next to us.
Foreman jumped around the edge and smashed down the frypan on Allenbys head.
Chase and I ran afterwards holding up our frys like swords.
We could hear a bad cracking sound when the fry hits the hjead and Allenby sank down on the ground.
As he lay there, he didn’t move anymore.
“Is he dead?” I whispered.
“Foreman looked at him. “No, he’s still breathing. But maybe he is cincussed now.” He shruged his shoulders.
Then we looked at House who was still sitting on the sofa. He looked puzzled between Allenby and us. “What...?”
“We said that we will come to rescue you!” I said and winked.
“Yeah...” he muttered and tried to stand up. He sank down on the sofa again. “Fuck...!”
“Your leg?” I asked and tried to help him up. Chase took his second arm and we brought him up on his feet.
“Yes... he threw away my Vicodin!” said House bitterly.
“Sorry, there was no time to get new ones.” Said Foreman and lift Allenby on the sofa.
“We should call the police.” Noticed Chase. He hold his Hand on his throat, there where Allenby had hit him.
I felt pity, he must felt very unconfotable here ins this House.
I really don’t want to know how House must felt the last hours.
“Do so!” I nodded. “I call Wilson!” with these words I pulled my mobile out of my jacket.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Be happy!
Mood:
happyListening to: Jesse Spencer - Sheets of Egyptian Cotton Reading: looking on deviantARTEating: Nothing, but smoking a cigaretteDrinking: Coke
Yeah, be happy, you Englishpeople (sorry for that word! *g*)
We, what means House, Wilson and me, decided to write our Blogs in English from now on!
We have to translate the older Posts and we will write all the following in English, so that from now on many more people can read what happens in our life!
It will mean a lot of work to us, but hey, it's a lot of fun and it's definetly worthwile!
So look forward to our comming storys here on the blogs!
happyListening to: Jesse Spencer - Sheets of Egyptian Cotton Reading: looking on deviantARTEating: Nothing, but smoking a cigaretteDrinking: Coke
Yeah, be happy, you Englishpeople (sorry for that word! *g*)
We, what means House, Wilson and me, decided to write our Blogs in English from now on!
We have to translate the older Posts and we will write all the following in English, so that from now on many more people can read what happens in our life!
It will mean a lot of work to us, but hey, it's a lot of fun and it's definetly worthwile!
So look forward to our comming storys here on the blogs!
Fotos von Halloween
Hier sind die versprochenen Bilder! Leider zum teil etwas unscharf...
Damit man mal sieht, wie voll es war
Besagter Kellner mit seiner Freundin!
Unsere kleinen Entchen, Dorian, Reid und Granger. (komisches Licht...und leider unscharf...*grrr*)
Hier nochmal "JD" und Elliot Reid alleine. (auch unscharf...*fluch*)
Und um nochmal alle Klaustrophobier abzuschrecken die Menschenmassen! ;-)
Damit man mal sieht, wie voll es war
Besagter Kellner mit seiner Freundin!
Unsere kleinen Entchen, Dorian, Reid und Granger. (komisches Licht...und leider unscharf...*grrr*)
Hier nochmal "JD" und Elliot Reid alleine. (auch unscharf...*fluch*)
Und um nochmal alle Klaustrophobier abzuschrecken die Menschenmassen! ;-)
Halloween Teil 2
Also, da kamen sie tatsächlich hereinspaziert, "JD", Elliot und Ginger.
Ich grinste.
Die drei hatten noch weiter arbeiten müssen und wohl keine Zeit oder Lust mehr gehabt, sich umzuziehen, denn sie trugen immer noch ihre OP-Kleidung. (warum auch imer, sie könnten auch Kittel tragen, aber offenbar gefallen ihnen diese Outfits wohl besser...sie sind es wohl noch aus dem Sacred Heart gewohnt.)
Ich bestellte mir noch ein Cider und versuchte mich durch die Menschenmasse Richtung Eingang zu bewegen. Dorian versuchte gerade seine Jacke irgendo unterzubringen, als ich ihm eine Hand auf die Schulter legte.
"Huch!" Er zuckte zusammen und sah mich mit aufgerissenen Augen an. Ich grinste.
"Was...was machen sie denn hier?" stammelete er. Inzwischen hatten auch Granger und Reid meine Anwesenheit bemerkt und drängelen sich weiter durch zu uns.
"Ich denke mal, das gleiche wie sie: Spaß haben und Halloween feiern!" sagte ich und hob mein Pint.
Granger grinste und nickte mir zu, dann stieß sie Reid in die Seite und tuschelte etwas.
House könnte also vielleicht doch Recht haben, sie hecken etwas aus!
Ich deutete ihnen mir zu folgen, meine Ecke an der Theke war immer noch recht leer.
"Und, gab es noch viel Arbeit im PPTH?" fragte ich und nippte an meinem Glas. "Es geht, viele Idioten, ein paar Alkoholvergiftungen..." begann Reid "Und bitte nie wieder den Satz Trick or Tread!" beendete Granger mit rollenden Augen den Satz.
Ich musste wieder grinsen.
Die drei schienen mittlerweile auch schon ein recht eingespieltes Team zu sein. Sie hatten sich quasi gesucht und gefunden.
Und ich musste zugeben, dass sie uns eine wirklich große Hilfe waren. Sonst würde das ganze Testen etc wirlich dreimal so lange dauern.
JD wippte mit den Füßen und starrte immer wieder zum Platz vor der Bühne, wo sich ein paar Leute im Takt von "Summer of 69" tummelten.
Schließlich schien er sich doch umentschieden zu haben und drängelte sich zwischen ein paar Leuten durch zur Theke. "Einen Apfeltini mit Schuss bitte!" brüllte er den Kellner an, um die Musik zu übertönen.
"Sowas haben wir hier nicht" knurrte dieser mit einem starken Yorksher Akzent zurück (der gleiche, der mir bereits mein Cider gebracht hatte) und ich musste irgendwie an Chase und seinen Australischen Akzent denken.
Ich nickte dem Kellner zu und deutete auf mein Glas und nickte.
Kurz darauf standen drei neue Pints Cider vor den neuen Entchen.
Dr Reid bekam strahlende Augen, Dr Dorian jedoch verzog etwas den Mund... "Cider..?" murmelte er. Ich nickte.
"Ich steh doch mehr auf Kilkenny, aber danke." "Gut, dann nehm ich das!" sagte ich grinsend und nahm ihm das Glas aus der Hand. "Aber kommen sie nie wieder auf die Idee her einen Apefltini betsellen zu wollen!"
Gegen 12 uhr war die Stimmung zu Höchstform aufgelaufen.
Die Band brüllte in das Mikro und griff in die Saiten. Ich hatte schon die Befürchtng am nächsten Tag keine Stimme mehr zu haben, weil ich die ganze Zeit einfach mitsingen musste!
Nachdem die Band jedoch um halb zwei aufhörte zu spielen, leerte sich der Pub auch recht schnell wieder.
Reid blickte auf die Uhr: "Frick! Wir sollten längst schlafen, wir müssen morgen früh raus!" Ich nickte und suchte auch nach meiner Jacke. "Dann lassen sie uns besser gehen."
"Aber den Pub hier kann man sich ja mal merken, falls man vielleicht mal weg gehen will!" sagte ich verheißungsvoll und zwinkerte den little Ducklings zu.
Gegen halb drei lag ich dann in meinem Bett und verfiehl in einen tiefen Schlaf.
Vorher hatte ich jedoch noch die Bilder, die ich an dem Abend gemacht hatte, auf den Computer geladen...
Halloween teil 1
Wie versprochen folgen nun hier Schritt für Schritt die bisher vermissten Berichte:
Fangen wir mit Dienstag Abend an: Halloween.
Nach einem, recht anstrengen, Arbeitstag kam ich leicht entnerft nach Hause. Wie House ja schon berichtet hatte, schienen die Leute Halloween auch als Ausrede zu sehen, sich absichtlich zu verletzen und sich nicht nur mit Kunstblut einzusauen. Schlimm wurde es nur, als ein Assistenzarzt jemanden wieder weg schicken wollte, da er seine Schnittverletzung für einen erneuten Halloween-Gag hielt...
Zu Hause öffnete ich meinen Schrank und fand dort das Halloween-Kostüm vom letzten jahr. Hätten meine Kollegen mich darin gesehen, wären sie sich geschockt fürs Leben gewesen! (Was denn, kann sich denn keiner vorstellen, dass ich im knappen schwarzen mini, tief dekolltierter Bluse und Schnürkorsett auf die Straße gehe? Dazu etwas blasses Make-up, Kunstblut am Hals und den Mundwinkeln, falsche Zähne und die Klischee-Vampirin ist perfekt.)
Nachdem ich mir noch etwas schwarzen Lidschatten aufgetragen hatte, verließ ich meine Wohnung auf der Suche nach einer guten Halloween-Party.
Einige Blocks weiter hörte ich Musik spielen, sie drang aus einem Irish Pub. Der war mir vorher noch nie aufgefallen, wenn ich ehrlich sein sollte. Aber hier schien eine wirklich gute Stimmung zu sein, also betrat ich den Laden.
Drinnen war es rappelvoll, Leute drängelten sich aneinander, versuchten zu der Musik zu tanzen, die rockig aus den lautsprechern erklang. Die Band, die spielte, stand auf einer kleinen Bühne, der Sänger ganz im Stile von The Crow.
Ich versuchte mich durch die Leute an die Theke zu kämpfen, die Aussicht auf einen Sitzplatz hatte ich schon längst aufgegeben.
Ich bestellte mir ein Cider bei dem Kellner mit weißem und Blutverschmierten Gesicht.
Mit einem Grinsen reichte er es mir.
Ich drehte mich um und betrachtete die Leute, mein Fuß wippte im Takt mit der Musik mit.
Ich summte mit, als auf einmal ein Hit nach dem nächsten gespielt wurde und meine Laune hob sich merklich.
Einige Zeit (und ein paar Cider) später, erspähte ich auf einmal ein kleines Dreier-Grüppchen, das gerade durch die Tür hereinkam.
Zuerst dachte ich: Oha, jemand, der sich als Arzt verkleidet hatte... doch beim genaueren Hinsehen, gefror mit fast das Blut in den Adern.
Ein schwarzharriger Typ, eine Blondine und ein Feuerroter Haarschopf...das durfte nicht wahr sein: Dr Dorian, Dr Reid und Schwester Granger!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Saint-Laurent
Habe soeben von Cuddy erfahren, dass ich mein freies Wochenende streichen kann. Ich bin von ihr auf einen Ärzte-Kongress nach Saint-Laurent geschickt worden, von Freitag bis Sonntag. Hach, da freu ich mich aber! *hust* Naja, ich liebe meinen Job und sowas gehört nunmal dazu. Hier in der Klinik ist es grad auch recht stressig, ich bin heute alleine, da der Rest des Teams von Cuddy nach Hause geschickt wurde (Ich sage doch, eine WG hat Vorteile!) Ich werde jetzt jedenfalls mal bei House und Wilson vorbei fahren, Lagavulin und Vicodin hab ich schon in der Tasche, danach schau ich vieleicht mal bei Chase und Foreman rein. Da ich die nächsten Tage nicht hier bin, denke ich, werde ich wohl auch kaum etwas schreiben können. ich werde also später von Halloween und dem Kongress berichten!
Monday, October 30, 2006
Messenger
Habe mich heute mal etwas mit MSN beschäftigt, nachde Wilson und House ja vorgeschlagen hatten, dass wir unsdortmal anmelden sollte. Leider kann man hier im Profil ja immer nur einen Messenger angeben, also hier nochmal für alle: Meine ICQ-Nummer lautet 162-584-564, der Nick ist Dr Allison Cameron. Bei MSN lautet mein "Nick" ebenfalls Dr Allison Cameron, die E-Mail-Adressen sind entweder AllisonCameron@gmx.de oder AllisonCameron@hotmail.com! Dr Wilson und Dr House habe ich ja bereits in meinen MSN-Kontakten, vielleicht finden sich die anderen ja auch noch ein?
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
The Next One
Es ist wirklich wahnsinn, wieviel Tests anscheinend im Internet exsistieren... Hier ist schon der nächste, den ich heute entdeckt habe:
Click me
Und jetzt dürft ihr alle mal raaaaaaaaaten, was für ein Ergebnis ich hatte:
You are Dr. Allison Cameron. People may think you're too pretty to take you seriously, but behind it all you have a mind like a steel trap. You know what you want and you go after it, no matter what. And it looks like what you want is a juicy House sandwich. The good news is you're smarter than people think you are.
Bin ich so vorhersehbar???
You are Dr. Allison Cameron. People may think you're too pretty to take you seriously, but behind it all you have a mind like a steel trap. You know what you want and you go after it, no matter what. And it looks like what you want is a juicy House sandwich. The good news is you're smarter than people think you are.
Bin ich so vorhersehbar???
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Noch ein Test
Ich habe noch einen Test gefunden:http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=53579
So langsam bekomme ich wirklich Angst, hier ist das Ergebnis: Your Results:
Dr. Allison Cameron
Your sweet, kind.. and wish you had Dr. House. You are also smart, but people dont really care about your smarts, YOUR BEAUTIFUL!
Grippe
Das Krankenhaus platzt aus allen Nähten. Es erinnert mich schon fast an diese Meningitis-Epidemie, die uns zuletzt überrollt hatte. Überall tummeln sich kranke Menschen, die nach Medikamenten und gesunde Menschen die nach Impfungen schreien.
Von den anderen hab ich heute noch nicht viel gesehen, Foreman und Chase kamen heute morgen kurz ins Büro, um sich Kaffee zu holen, bei sehen etwas müde aus. Ob ihnen das Zusammenwohnen vielleicht nicht so gut bekommt?
Monday, October 23, 2006
Besuch bei Wilson
Ich tingelte gerade etwas durch die Stadt, als ich auf einmal an einem HiFi-Geschäft stehen blieb. In der Schaufensterauslage entdeckte ich eine DVD und mir kam eine Idee.
Fünf Minuten später war ich um ein paar Dollar ärmer, hatte aber ein Lächeln auf den Lippen.
Ich machte mich auf den Weg zu meinem Auto und fuhr nach hause. Dort packte ich die DVD aus und suchte etwas Geschenkpapier zusammen. Kurz darauf betrachtete ich die eingepackte DVD. Kein Meisterwerk, sicher, aber dafür, dass das Papier sowieso nicht lange halten würde, würde es reichen.
Wieder in meinem Auto fuhr ich ein paar Straßen entlang, bis ich an dem Apartment mit der Hausnummer 221 B ankam.
Ich parkte den Wagen und ging die Stufen zur Haustür hinauf. Ich drückte auf die Klingel neben dem Namensschild mit der Aufschrift „House“.
Wilson öffnete mir die Tür. „Cameron!“ rief er überrascht aus. Ich lächelte: "Dr. Wilson, zu Ihnen wollte ich." Er sah mich überrascht an. Offenbar hatte er nicht mit Besuch gerechnet, er stand da, nur mit einem Bademantel bekleidet und blickte verwirrt aus dem Türrahmen heraus.
„Arbeiten sie nicht mit House an einem Fall?“ fragte er. „Nicht mehr, ich konnte schon gehen, er hat noch irgendetwas mit Chase zu bereden.“ Sagte ich und zuckte mit den Schultern, Die beiden sollten ihre Probleme ruhig alleine ausdiskutieren.
„Kommen sie doch herein.“ Sagte Wilson auf einmal, als seinen ihm soeben seine Manieren wieder eingefallen. „Danke.“ Ich schlüpfte hinein.
„Sie wollten wohl gerade baden.“ Sagte ich und deutete auf seinen Bademantel. „Ja, das stimmt.“ Sagte er etwas zerknirscht. „Es tut mir leid, falls ich stören sollte!“ warf ich schnell ein. „ich wollte nur mal schnell sehen, wie es ihnen geht, nachdem sie ja die letzten tage solche Schmerzen hatten.“ Mit diesen Worten zog ich die Eingepackte DVD aus meiner Tasche. „Das hier ist übrigens für sie!“ sagte ich und drückte ihm das Packet in die Hand.
Er sah mich überrascht an: „Für mich?“ „Natürlich für sie!“ Ich lachte. „Oder sind sie etwa doch nicht krank?“
Er murmelte ein danke, deutete mir dann an mich zu setzen und sagte dann: „Ich zieh mir schnell noch was anderes an.“ „Nein, lassen sie nur, ich wollte eh nicht allzu lange bleiben, ich bin noch verabredet! Ich wollte nur sehen, ob es ihnen besser geht!“ winkte ich ab. Er lächelte leicht: „Ja danke, es geht schon besser, die Schwellung ist schon zurück gegangen und die Schmerzen lassen auch langsam nach.“ „Das freut mich für sie.“ Nickte ich.
„Wollen sie etwas trinken?“ fragte er mich und ich nickte erneut.
Er verschwand in der Küche. „Etwas Alkoholisches oder lieber ohne Alkohol?“ rief er von dort. „Von mir aus gerne mit Alkohol.“ Erwiderte ich. Zwar war ich mit dem Auto hier, doch ein Glas machte mich noch lange nicht fahruntüchtig, im Gegensatz zu Foreman! ;-)
Als Wilson wieder ins Wohnzimmer kam, hatte er sich einen Schlafanzug angezogen und eine Flasche Weißwein sowie zwei Gläser in den Händen.
„Weißwein?“ fragte ich. „Gerne“ lächelte ich. „Oh sie haben sich umgezogen!?“ bemerkte ich.
"Ja etwas unpassend, aber es war auf die schnelle nichts anderes greifbar." Bemerkte er. Ich nickte und grinste leicht.
Als er sich auf das Sofa setzte, entfuhr ihm einleichtes Zischen, was vermutlich von seinen schmerzen kam. „Geht es?“ fragte ich besorgt. „Ja, geht schon.“ Gab er zurück, während ich den Wein einschenkte. „Dürfen sie überhaupt Alkohol trinken?“ fragte ich, da ich an die Medikamente dachte. „Ich denke, ich bin alt genug.“ Gab er trocken zurück. Ich musste grinsen. Irgendwie erinnerte er einen so schon fast an House. „und ich denke, es dürfte kein Problem darstellen!“ warf er noch schnell hinterher, wieder ganz der alte Wilson.
Wir prosteten uns zu.
„was ist das eigentlich?“ fragte er und deutete auf das Päckchen. „Öffnen sie es, dann wissen sie es.“ Sagte ich und grinste. Er fuhr sich mit der Hand durch die haare und begann dann etwas unbeholfen, vorsichtig das Papier vom Geschenk zu lösen.
Als er das Cover der DVD erkannte, blieb sein Mund für einen Moment offen stehen. "Wow! Wo ... wieso ... Danke!" rief er. Ich lächelte nur und war froh, dass es ihm gefiel. „Wow…!“ sagte er noch einmal.
„ist wirklich nett von ihnen dass sie mal nach mir gesehen haben.“ Sagte er dann, während er die DVD wieder weg legte. "Gerne, wenn man krank ist brauch man ja etwas Aufmerksamkeit, nicht? Wir vergessen das nur leicht gerne, da wir immer mit Kranken zu tun haben." Sagte ich und nahm noch einen Schluck Wein. "Das ist wohl wahr." Gab er zu und nickte.
Während wir den Wein schweigend genossen sah ich mich verstohlen um. Kerzen, Wein, Gläser und die Zigarre auf dem Tisch. Ich grinste in mich hinein, während sich in meinem Kopf ein Bild materialisierte.
Wilson schien mein Lächeln wohl bemerkt zu haben, denn er sah mich fragend an. Ich räusperte mich jedoch schnell und lenkte das Gespräch auf den Fall, zu dem wir ihn heute eventuell hätten gebrauchen können.
Plötzlich fiel mein Blick auf die Uhr: „Oh, schon viertel nach Acht!“ Ich sprang auf. „Es tut mir leid, aber ich bin in einer viertel stunde verabredet.“ „Hoffentlich schaffen sie es noch rechtzeitig.“ Sagte Wilson und stand ebenfalls auf. „Ach und wenn, wird schon warten.“ Sagte ich und zwinkerte. Er brachte mich noch zur Tür, wir verabschiedeten uns und ich setzte mich ins Auto. Als die Haustür zufiel, musste ich erneut grinsen.
Dann steckte ich den Schlüssel ins Zündschloss, startete den Motor und fuhr los.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Tests
Habe mal den Test, den Dr Wilson gemacht hat, ebenfalls ausprobiert, was für ein Zufall:
Dr. Allison Cameron15% Eccentricity, 15% Confidence, 100% Kindness
Congratulations, you're Dr. Allison Cameron! You're without a doubt a big sweetheart, though your caring nature can sometimes make life more difficult than it has to be for you. You aren't the most confident person, but you're growing in this regard, and will probably be very sure of yourself in time. You're the loving and beautiful person many people wish they could be, and you are very strong in your moral beliefs, so be proud.
My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 0% on Eccentricity
You scored higher than 95% on Confidence
You scored higher than 99% on Kindness
The House, MD Personality Test
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=16796408764367959527
Und hier ist noch ein test: 
My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 0% on Eccentricity
You scored higher than 95% on Confidence
You scored higher than 99% on Kindness
The House, MD Personality Test
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=16796408764367959527
Und hier ist noch ein test:
You are Dr. Allison Cameron! Its not your fault that you believe the best in people. You just want to help, and do the bet job you can in whatever situation you are in. You cant help it if everyone thinks youre the nicest doctor theyve ever had!
http://www.quizilla.com/users/ZeeRiley/quizzes/Which%20House%20M.D.%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/
Und: http://quizilla.com/users/theveganiv/quizzes/Which%20House,%20M.D%20pairing%20are%20you%3FHouse MD-Pairings. Leider funktioniert die ResultatSeite nicht, aber man kann anhand des Bilder-LInks (der leider auch nicht geht...) erkennen, welches Pairing man ist. Ich bin House/Cameron.
Das macht mir irgendwie Angst...woher kennen die Leute uns so gut???
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