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I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
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In this blogpost I would like to share the beautiful song 'Try' by Colbie Caillat with you all. I recently discovered it and I just love the lyrics of this song! as it states that inner beauty is the most valid and that you are perfect and lovable just the way you are as long as you're a good person. I found two great versions of this song on Youtube, one because of the lyrics, and one because it is very well encompassing the meaning of this song. with lyrics: I found a second video on Youtube, in which, in my opinion, the Disney princesses perfectly depict how insecure we can be and sometimes are made because of others, it is, until 3:39 (where Tinkerbell says 'I love myself'). After that, it becomes really, really weird, seriously (in my opinion!). I have no way of editing that part out alas, but I can say here that I do not like the ending part of the video and that I in no way associate with it : ) I still wanted to share it with you all though, as I think the first part (until 3:39) is lovely, and as for the latter part of it, it is only my opinion and each is free to make up one's own mind! This song is about women, but I'd like to dedicate this blog post to all of you! We are all wonder people, every one of us, not only those amongst us that see themselves as women by gender! Now, some of you might be surprised why I would write this here, but more on that (gender neutral language) in an upcoming blogpost! If you are kind you are always beautiful. Your inner beauty shows true. It's what makes a person beautiful. After all:
Prerequisites: The results: Right, they say a picture is more than a thousand words, and although I believe you might have guessed by now what happened, you may need a bit more information. One week and a half ago, on Thursday morning, I bumped my head, or more precisely my chin, on my bedside table. I was reaching for something and in my still sleepy, drowsy state, I banged my chin really hard. It hurt so much, but I was still so tired (or confused by the shock?) that I fell asleep (or passed out?) again immediately afterwards. Clearly, I missed some vital information on learning, as one day later, on Friday morning, I succeeded in repeating the exact same doing, perhaps maybe even more dangerous this time. I hit the pointy corner of my bedside table with my cheek, and not just anyplace of my cheek, no the part of my cheek just one 1'' below my left eye! This time, it hurt even more. I was so mad at myself for stumping my head for the second time in such a short time span, but that feeling did not linger long as also this time, I dozed out again. When my alarm clock rang, I had this memory at the back of my head that I'd hit my head again, but by breakfast time, it had faded away until I totally forgot about it. (You'd wonder how this is even possible?) The whole day at uni, I felt okay, maybe a bit drowsy in the afternoon, but I guessed that just had to do with it was the Friday afternoon at the end of a busy week, so I paid no further notice. That Friday evening though, when I came home from uni, I had the worst headache I've ever had in my life! It was so bad that it felt like the pain and I had submerged. I now completely understand how you can have a splitting headache. I experienced it first hand. I thought I had to be really hungry and thirsty to have such a headache. Still, I had no clue to link it to me hitting my head hard twice. (dumb, I know!) It got worse for awhile until it finally had subdued by bedtime. On Saturday morning, I felt better, but still there was a tiny trace of a headache left. For most people Saturday morning means the weekend with no obligations, but for me it means I have to get up early to go to my Spanish class. It may look like a chore, but it's lovely, I promise! This time something felt odd though. I just had this hunch that I had to stay home. I did not know why and could not rationalize it, but the feeling stayed with me and I sat up in bed thinking what to do. Usually, when I got a hunch and I go with it, it has been proven to be correct thus at the last minute, I decided not to go to my Spanish class. I felt really bad though, as there was no way in which I would be able to reach my teacher before class started to let him know of my absence that day, but I just knew I had to stay home.I sent him an email though! The following days, I felt awful. I could not figure out what was wrong with me. I felt dead-tired, was clumsy (even clumsier than usual, not that I'm that clumsy, but still :p), tripped over my own feet, used the wrong words, lost my trail of thought easily, was very slow in processing incoming information, rapidly forgot new information and could not keep my eyes open. In short, I felt like walking around like a zombie the whole day. I, however, still had no clue though and still did not link it to my 'headbanging' sessions either It was only on Tuesday in the late afternoon that it finally dawned on me: might me feeling so off have anything to do with, wait, the fact that I hit my head hard twice (oh my gosh, I did what?! :O). Immediately upon realizing this, the thought struck me that I might have a concussion. I was so clumsy and felt so heavy and cloudy that this just had to be about more than being just tired. (Incredible how clueless I was, isn't it? That's very unlike me. Me reaching this conclusion is especially remarkably late if you know that barely a few years ago, I also had a concussion. You should guess I knew the signs, huh :p? We'll leave it to the blows on my head then :p) When that same Tuesday evening, I told my Danish teacher I might act weird because I thought I had a concussion, the first question she asked me was if I had gone and saw a doctor. Well, I had to admit that I hadn't as I had only just become aware of it, but I said I might go. I have to say that, at that point, I was not yet sure if I were to be giving the doctor's a visit. I know it sounds terribly stupid a thing to do, but I just do not like going to the doctor's and I'm also never quite sure if what I have is severe enough, thus, usually, I try to avoid it at all cost. This time, however, appreciating the possibility and seriousness of the matter, I seriously considered going nevertheless. Visiting the doctor's even seemed to be everyone I told's suggestion and my mum (of all people!, she does not like going to the doctor's either unless she really has to) nearly freaked out when I told her what happened and I thought I had a concussion. She made me promise I made an appointment at the doctor's immediately and let her know the minute I had done so. I thus called the doctor's on Wednesday (by the time I came home on Tuesday it was very late already, as my class only ends at 10 to 10 pm.) and the only free spot they had open was on Thursday afternoon. Thursday afternoon it would thus be. Sadly, Thursday noon meant I had to miss a class at uni (yay!, but not really, I LOVE to go to uni), but I soothed myself with the knowledge that it was for the greater good as my health might be at stake. Thursday at the doctor's, when I told my doctor I thought I might have a concussion, he first looked at me like I was out of my head, which at that moment, technically, I was a bit :p, and I had to describe why I thought I had a concussion. After that, he went on to examine me. He pushed various places on my head, he knocked on it, shone in my eyes with a light and made me follow it, tested my reflexes, took my blood pressure and my blood oxygenation level and came to conclude that I indeed have a concussion. He prescribed me some salve and massaging, as well as some food supplement tablets (I was so afraid he prescribed me some medicine) to stimulate the blood flow to my brain and to enhance my concentration and memory. For once in my life, I have to say I am really glad I went and see the doctor. If something were to happen, he is aware of what happened and he will know what to do plus, I can rest assured that he has examined me and all my reflexes are fine. Since I am a psychology student I follow a course on brain neuroscience, so I well know what can go wrong and that really is scary if you think about it too much! Now, nearly one week after my doctor's appointment and nearly two weeks after my headbanging sessions, I'm slowly but surely starting to feel better each day now. I feel so blessed and lucky! Although I'm still a bit wobbly on my feet, really tired, a bit incoherent and that my brain works slower than usual, it all could have ended up so much worse if you think about it in hindsight! I could have ended up blind if I had hit the corner of my bedside table with my eye with such force, or I might even could have had a stroke with all further consequences :O I am eternally grateful that I am fine. I consider myself truly an 'onnenpekka'. (Finnish for ''I'm a lucky duck''). Possibly useful information: Most General symptoms of a concussion: Physical
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is what connects people to one another! If you yourself find you have a hard time truly listening, you can do something about it! If you, everytime someone wants to talk to you about something, just try and imagine how you would feel if you are telling something to someone and they do not listen that will do the trick! In her song Listen, Beyoncé explains what happens if we do not listen to each other. We miss out on, or even lose connection, and that's a shame if you know it is so easily done to stay well and truly connected. Coffee... What can I say. To me, it is heaven in a cup. No matter how I'm feeling, if there is coffee, there is life. If I'm happy I really enjoy it and it makes me even more happy, while, if I'm sad, it will make me feel better and it will soothe me. In the morning I drink it strong, but not that strong really, for otherwise, I have to pee a lot :O O:) and in the evenings I prefer it very mild so I can still sleep. Now, I might come across as a die-hard coffee addict here but, hey, my granny learned me to drink coffee already at the age of two-and-a-half, and I still love it as much as back then, if not even more, so I guess it will be a life-long addiction ; ) I'm also quite sure it's not all that about the caffeine for me too. I love the taste and smell of coffee so much! The smell of its beans and then the smell of freshly ground beans. Hmm, it's so delicious and wonderful <3 As you can see, I'm absolutely and totally crazy about coffee :p It's like some people crave chocolate I crave coffee :p :D Because I love it so much this blogpost will be a little 'Ode to coffee' :D On Pinterest, during my study break, I stumbled upon a whole lot of great coffee pictures and I would love to share some of those with you! I hope you may enjoy them as much (or more of course :p) than I did! Njut! (Swedish for enjoy!) This hilarious Dutch song we had to sing in the last grade of primary school. It's an ode to coffee too! It's got a catchy tune to it, thus maybe it can still be quite fun if you would not speak Dutch. |
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