Author: Theresa

Sylt – Day 1

“We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.” – Jawaharial Nehru

 

After hours sitting in the car we´re here.

We are back at Sylt.

This time in Hörnum.

beach-hörnum

 

Hörnum is a beautiful little city in the south of Sylt.

Last time we went here we only visited it one time.

 

As always we´ve got our bikes with us. Loooong bike tours (“Yay”).

 

We(´ll) live in a nice little flat near the beach.

Sadly I´ve to share a room with my brother Jakob.

 

For that you´ve to know:

I HATE sleeping with others in one room. I think then all the time they are watching at me and so I can´t sleep. I´ve to stay as long awake as the other person isn´t fallen asleep. So you can guess I won´t get a lot of sleep.

 

Today we made a long walk on the beach. Right round the south of Sylt.

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It took us over a hour.

And I´ve taken some great pictures.

Jellyfish     Jack-beach

 

On the beach everywhere laid dead or still being alive jellyfishes.

Jakob was first scared. He was like oh-my-god-save-me-they´ll-attac-me-help and what-the-hell-is-this-I-am-better-scared.

But after a time he learned to deal with them (After my dad had begun throwing them at him.)

Ugh

I hate them too.

stairs to heaven

 

At some places the sand was gone. For example here . The dune is broken and so the stairs end in heaven now.

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The next days I´ll post more.

See you

 

Theresa

 

Allergic shock

“It’s one of the great tragedies of life — something always changes.” – Dr. Gregory House

 

So some of you may have heard that I was in the hospital.

That’s right, but first I have to explain something.

I´m allergic to dust.

To change that I get a special medication. For that I get an injection every month. After the injection I have to wait 30 minutes before I can go because of medical safety. It´s really annoying and quite boring.

I´d done this for about two years and until now never anything had happened.

So yesterday (It was the first day of my summer holidays.) I came to the otorhinolaryngologist (a doctor for ear, nose and throat) together with my mum.

First it was like every time. I went to the doctor, got my injection and then went back to the anteroom to mark my time.

The anteroom was full like every time and I sat next to the window reading a magazine.

After a few minutes I felt muzzy. Then I stared cough when I took a deep breath.

I told my mum and together we went to the surgery where I could lay down.

A kind nurse was there too. She took my pulse and looked after me.

After a while the doctor came and I had to sit.

Bad idea.

As I sat up the cough takes on and I hardly got any air.

So I got a second injection. This time cortisone.

After that I felt much better. I couldn’t stand up, but I could breath.

So the next two hours my mum and I just sat/lay in the surgery and waited for my discharge.

Finally I´ve been allowed to go. Still going groggy.

The nurse was scared that I would collapse, but everything went good.

At home I just lay on the sofa watching House, m. d. .

It´s on of my special modes to heal. Watching other people dying on bad illnesses makes you feeling much better.

 

The next 24 hours nothing changes. I felt sick, couldn’t move, just relaxing.

So we drove to the doctor. Again. But this time with my dad.

The other doctor checked everything and said that there was nothing wrong with me. Just a low pulse und I should drink more.

So I´m now at home had drunk some water und feel well enough to blog.

 

I hope for the next times when I´ll get my injections this won’t happen.

This is nothing I want to experience again.

 

Theresa

 

Manche von euch haben vielleicht mitbekommen, dass ich im Krankenhaus war.

Das stimmt, aber erst muss ich noch was erklären.

Ich habe eine Allergie gegen Hausstaub.

Um das zu ändern bekomme ich ein spezielles Medikament. Hierfür bekomme ich jeden Monat eine Spritze. Nach der Spritze muss ich jeweils eine halbe Stunde warten, falls mein Kreislauf das Medikament nicht verträgt.

Ich mache diese Behandlung jetzt schon seit zwei Jahren und bis jetzt ist auch nichts Besonderes passiert.

Also gestern (Erster Sommerferientag!) bin ich mit meiner Mutter zum HNO-Arzt ins Krankenhaus gegangen.

Erst war es so wie immer. Ich bin zum Arzt gegangen habe meine Spritze bekommen und dann zurück ins Wartezimmer, um meine Zeit abzusitzen.

Das Wartezimmer war überfüllt wie immer und ich saß am Fenster, hab in einer Zeitung gelesen.

Nach ein paar Minuten habe ich mich benommen gefühlt. Dann musste ich husten, wenn ich tief Luft geholt habe.

Ich sagte meiner Mutter Bescheid und zusammen sind wir in einen Behandlungsraum gegangen, wo ich mich hinlegen konnte.

Eine nette Krankenschwester war auch da. Sie hat meinen Puls gemessen und mich „überwacht“.

Nach einer Weile ist der Arzt gekommen und ich sollte mich hinsetzten.

Blöde Idee.

Im Sitzen hat der Husten zugenommen und ich habe immer weniger Luft bekommen.

Somit habe ich eine zweite Spritze bekommen. Cortison dieses Mal.

Danach hab ich mich besser gefühlt. Stehen ging immer noch nicht, aber Atmen wenigstens.

Die nächsten zwei Stunden musste ich weiterhin dort bleiben und auf meine Entlassung warten.

Letztendlich durfte ich dann gehen. Immer noch etwas angeschlagen.

Zuhause habe ich nur auf dem Sofa rumgelegen und Dr. House geguckt.

Anderen beim Sterben an schlimmen Krankheiten zuzusehen lässt einen sich selbst gleich besser fühlen.

Die nächsten 24 Stunden hat sich nichts geändert. Ich fühlte mich schlecht, konnte kaum laufen.

Somit sind wir am nächsten Tag wieder zum Doktor gefahren. Dieses Mal mit meinem Vater.

Der Doktor hat mich wieder durchgeprüft und mich für gesund befunden. Ich hatte nur einen niedrigen Puls und sollte mehr Trinken.

Jetzt bin ich wieder zuhause, hab was getrunken und fühle mich gut genug um zu bloggen.

 

Ich hoffe bei der nächsten Spritze passiert das nicht schonwieder.

Das ist nichts was man zweimal erleben will.

 

Theresa

 

 

 

Did you miss me?

“What´s the point in being grown up when you can´t act childish sometimes?” ― Natalie Repinski

 

I´m dying.

I´m really dying.

Those who read the messages I sent them know what now comes.

SHERLOCK is back.

And there´s nothing that could make me more happy.

Next year they´ll film a new season and a special.

Guess who´s in England around this time?

ME.

And who’s definitely travelling to London to see the set?

ME. Of course.

 

At the moment I just want to run screaming through the house, but my family is really annoyed of me I think.

So I´m writing here and there. Just as always.

 

Did I mention that I’m absolutely happy at the moment?

 

You know that you are happy if you stomach hurt because of being excited.

 

I think there´s nothing left to say.

Just be happy.

Today´s one of the most important days of the year.

You can trust me.

Theresa

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fault in Our Stars

“The world is not a wish-granting factory.” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

So today I’ve seen the movie adaption of one of my all-time favourite books The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. Of course together with Leo.

Short summary (no spoilers of course):

Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribing upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel´s story is about to be completely rewritten.

(Stolen from my paperback: ISBN 978-0-141-34565-9)

As the book was one of the most heart-breaking books I´ve ever read I expected to cry a lot.

And I though right.

First I cried because of laughing.

Then we cried together because the movie was so sad and so perfect.

Only disadvantage:

Behind us sat a group of teenagers, it was a birthday I guess. They just talked all the time and were REALLY annoying.

All in all the movie taught me a few things:

    1. In our local cinema you get the best popcorn I´ve ever eaten.
    2. Swedish Hip-Hop is the funniest music in the world. You can´t understand it, you have to feel it.
    3. Never go to cinema if there´s a birthday party (except you are invited).
    4. John Green is a genius (I already knew that before, just wanted to mention it again.)

 

Theresa

 

 

 

 

Real World

“The real world is where the monsters are.” ― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

I´ve found the real world today. It´s on my grandma´s attic.

My grandma´s attic is a horrible place. It starts when you come up the stairs. The light is dark and the dust is everywhere (Not good for allergic like me). First you see a big white door. It´s old-fashioned and if you open it the door clamps and makes strange noises, a typical stereotype. Then you are finally in the attic.

The attic is a big grey room.

On your left you see two windows.

The light shines through them. Around the windows there are thousands of spiders with their cobwebs. Even if you look at them you feel disgusted, except you are a spider friend. On the floor under the windows lay dead insects. Butterflies, spiders, flies, beetles. Also very horrifying.

On your right side you see an empty room. There is only one lonely wardrobe.

Years ago, when my grandma was still alive, I liked this place. There were so many wardrobes full of costumes. Together with my cousins I came there for several times. We opened the wardrobes and disappeared into another world, a world full of draws, princesses, speaking animals and monsters. We had a lot of fun.

But now everything had changed.

The wardrobes are removed and I am old enough to clean windows.

So today I cleaned all the windows in the house for a fundraiser.

Also the two attic windows, but at the end, because the worst comes at the close.

It was …

Let´s say I´ve seen enough monsters for a very long time.

Even now I can feel the spiders climbing on my arms and it´s two hours ago.

Ugh.

Every one of you can be happy not to have  done that.

 

Hope you had a better day than me.

Theresa