For months, Donna Tartt Secret History was on the shelves of unread books and waited patiently. A few days ago the wait was over. I took the book I started seven months ago in the University Hospital , but not after it had continued, and again. Since I am not a quick-and certainly no time readers - reading is usually limited to ten to twelve pages at night before sleep - am I only made very slow progress. Until today. Since I had it on my return to the hospital outpatient there and read about 100 pages. In five hours you also have a lot of time. . .
I should have known it would come to that. Or at least suspect. Even in the moment I entered the head of the Würzburg Orthoptics Clinic. "Is there free beer here?" Asked the (still) well-tempered father given the well-staffed Theatre . Its only a few weeks old baby screamed wildly as even in the treatment room. But I was not able to think, so far. I had one night, and especially a night behind me, I had driven into the bone. With a headache like I had never experienced before. A kind of pain, which make one think, you had a tumor - again, and this time really . Or, worse these days: the swine flu. After a half hour wait my eyes were examined, the Routinekram. The visual field problems due to which I had come here often only after the turn. "But it can take," the doctor said. By then I should have known. Or suspect. And the very latest, when I came to the treatment room to leave my file. I could sit quietly, said one of the six people who were sitting on the seven chairs at the edge. Five of the Patients had their files still in his hand. So I sat down - and read Donna, while you sit next to me in the Palatinate dialect of knitting techniques talked or fought for the title of that which had been the longest in the house and already investigated the least. The deaf man whose Renate in total contrast to the calm person was, could not even asses.
I have become accustomed in recent months because with trains or drive through a Mietfahrgelegenheit country to be chauffeured me from D. to the supermarket or to just run, run if you can. I used to read when reading single letters only when I turn my head. Or the fact that themselves - to highlight the two groups that approach me, as groups of three - when I walk through the city. Because middle left, from the fog of my visual field, yet suddenly emerges a person. I got used to it that I only see my right side of the face, when I look in the mirror. But I could get used to it again to see normally. Own car to drive. My neurosurgeon has been surprised at my last visit with her about it, that my symptoms have not improved. But up to one year could just take it. And she was to wait. me to be patient. Now it was once again been at the time for an inspection.
Somewhere there was an older Woman in a white coat over and smiled at us - and I had to be careful that I do not, "What was there to grin," roared. The same woman, lovely in its way, examined me later - and said things like "Prima" and "good" when I would take part in a competition. Actually, should subsequently take the eyes of the professor thing. I also saw him again briefly. But then he was gone. Outside the home. And I had only Heidi. Although that was pretty and blond and friendly, but probably not much older than me. And physicians towards younger than me, I'm doing me hard - regardless of gender and appearance, to clarify that again. H. any case, I was sent to ultrasound, Before I waited again, and then took me to a senior physician with, prior to their rooms waiting for people, who stared annoyed at their watches. The senior physician looked me in the face and once again - as her colleagues before - a bit confused in my two acts, a medical care, the other for private insurance. Then they told me I needed to know. The visual field defect in the center slightly to the left is a not unusual result of the surgery. Compared to the investigations shortly after the procedure to have the field in which I see nothing on the half an eye and the other is reduced about one-third. to make a further prediction is difficult. Speculative, in principle. I would So have to wait further. And without that I would have gefagt then, it led to yet: "Driving can with such a shadow in the field under any circumstances." I had already had on only a small hope.
The wait continues. Heidi wanted to report tomorrow again to arrange a date with me, with the participation of the professor is there. On Friday in Stuttgart, followed the next MRI. And I see my neurosurgeon again in two weeks. Fortunately, I have Donna.
I should have known it would come to that. Or at least suspect. Even in the moment I entered the head of the Würzburg Orthoptics Clinic. "Is there free beer here?" Asked the (still) well-tempered father given the well-staffed Theatre . Its only a few weeks old baby screamed wildly as even in the treatment room. But I was not able to think, so far. I had one night, and especially a night behind me, I had driven into the bone. With a headache like I had never experienced before. A kind of pain, which make one think, you had a tumor - again, and this time really . Or, worse these days: the swine flu. After a half hour wait my eyes were examined, the Routinekram. The visual field problems due to which I had come here often only after the turn. "But it can take," the doctor said. By then I should have known. Or suspect. And the very latest, when I came to the treatment room to leave my file. I could sit quietly, said one of the six people who were sitting on the seven chairs at the edge. Five of the Patients had their files still in his hand. So I sat down - and read Donna, while you sit next to me in the Palatinate dialect of knitting techniques talked or fought for the title of that which had been the longest in the house and already investigated the least. The deaf man whose Renate in total contrast to the calm person was, could not even asses.
I have become accustomed in recent months because with trains or drive through a Mietfahrgelegenheit country to be chauffeured me from D. to the supermarket or to just run, run if you can. I used to read when reading single letters only when I turn my head. Or the fact that themselves - to highlight the two groups that approach me, as groups of three - when I walk through the city. Because middle left, from the fog of my visual field, yet suddenly emerges a person. I got used to it that I only see my right side of the face, when I look in the mirror. But I could get used to it again to see normally. Own car to drive. My neurosurgeon has been surprised at my last visit with her about it, that my symptoms have not improved. But up to one year could just take it. And she was to wait. me to be patient. Now it was once again been at the time for an inspection.
Somewhere there was an older Woman in a white coat over and smiled at us - and I had to be careful that I do not, "What was there to grin," roared. The same woman, lovely in its way, examined me later - and said things like "Prima" and "good" when I would take part in a competition. Actually, should subsequently take the eyes of the professor thing. I also saw him again briefly. But then he was gone. Outside the home. And I had only Heidi. Although that was pretty and blond and friendly, but probably not much older than me. And physicians towards younger than me, I'm doing me hard - regardless of gender and appearance, to clarify that again. H. any case, I was sent to ultrasound, Before I waited again, and then took me to a senior physician with, prior to their rooms waiting for people, who stared annoyed at their watches. The senior physician looked me in the face and once again - as her colleagues before - a bit confused in my two acts, a medical care, the other for private insurance. Then they told me I needed to know. The visual field defect in the center slightly to the left is a not unusual result of the surgery. Compared to the investigations shortly after the procedure to have the field in which I see nothing on the half an eye and the other is reduced about one-third. to make a further prediction is difficult. Speculative, in principle. I would So have to wait further. And without that I would have gefagt then, it led to yet: "Driving can with such a shadow in the field under any circumstances." I had already had on only a small hope.
The wait continues. Heidi wanted to report tomorrow again to arrange a date with me, with the participation of the professor is there. On Friday in Stuttgart, followed the next MRI. And I see my neurosurgeon again in two weeks. Fortunately, I have Donna.
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