Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Back to the countryside...Olafsfjörður take 2

I am back in the countryside. As a DRWS i had to follow my doctor in his healty mission in the grrrrreat Norrrth of Iceland. Here i am... back in Ólafsfjörður where i stayed during last summer.
After 5 days here i have figured out some stuff about what kind of doctorwife i am gonna be or not. I am not a countryside doctor´s wife. no way. Not that this is boring or unattractive. This is just that i need the exitement and mondanity of the city to glow. There is not much to do here and only one nurse to persecute... what the point ? :-) A doctor wife without a nurse is like France without strike. So i am going back to Reykjavík tonight and directly going to do a Doctor´s wife party. We are gonna watch Herra Ísland / Mister Iceland / Exposure of flesh and Tanorexia. What to ask more?

Monday, November 12, 2007

when did we became Desperate?

I have been now for more than a year a DRSW, and i am starting to wonder.. When did i become desperate ? Why am i desperate? Is it when i have attested of the morally questionable behaviour of the Nurses? Is it when i have seen that Einstein was right when he said that:"the difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits", of course illustrating the morally questionable behaviour of the Nurses.... I am not being a very good DRSW now. I think i am a bit too much charging the back of the nurses. Blaming them for stuff that they don´t do. Not that i want to find them excuses. Anyway.. When did i became desperate? Is it when i have started to see this pinched smiled on people face when i was telling that my doctor was a doctor? Was it this day few years back in France, when i have met my very first devilish nurse when i broke my jaw? (The first and only time i have verbally assaulted a medical worker...with my jaw broken...she will stay the "salope" - The one who have the good sense to speak french will understand-" When did i lost hope in the medical worker? Was it when i have seen that i want to spend my life with one of them ? Was it when i have seen that white was still not my color? Was it when my doctor was in Gynecology? Is it when i have met those doctor who mentions every second word that they are a doctor ? or when i have seen this nurse when someone was very bably injured running to the victim.. "i am a nurse ... i am a nurse... i am a nurse" on a joyful and inapropriate tune ?

Money is often told to be the nerve of War. I have another theory. Hope or more precisely the lack of it, is in our case is the nerve of War. I think i might have became desperate the day that i have seen that hope vanish as fast as a nurse run to save a poor soul.....


Sunday, November 4, 2007

Hi my name is Virgile and i am a Masseuse... euh... a Doctor´s wife...

One of the most difficult time to be a DRSW is when your Doctor is in Examen periode. The time of the test is one of the roughest for DRSW. Really. When the Doctor´s to be study.. that war time.... and the DRSW is part of the collateral damaged

First... forget anything about diet and healthy eating.... this is over... the only vegetable that you will get.. will be the one from Subway !!! Talking about THE Carbs...... you will fall in the dark side....Unfortunately..... The carbs that you put so much energy to fight... will win you... for this time...Win a fight not a war.....Test time = diet over.... You have to be supportive.. Don´t even think to suggest that you will eat a green salad when he, the Doctor to be, willeat tripple cheese, cream and cream pizza.... don t even do it.. just sit and eat...and don t forget to smile....In most of the case.. once the test period over... you receive as a price a small comment... like... hummmm honey pie... haven t you gain a bit of weight....How fair is that !!!!

Second... your Role is mistaken.... your time as a first lady are over ( the classic version of it .. not like the ex wife of the French pseudo president). You become a slave. Doctor to be in test.. are attention seeking... and mine particularly. The Test excuse becomes a pretext to get anything...... they want..... i ve to stuff that comon people do naturally.... like i will never do in my everyday life... like doing the dishes... making the bed... going to the store...... to get disgusting food.... of course.....sometime it make me feel pretty down... but then i look at other people... in the store... and i remember that i am not one of them.. thank god..... i even feel compasionate.... like.. when u are eating some delicious meal that you have spend hour to make with the finest ingredient.... and when you start to eat it.. you see on tv or hear on radio some stuff about some poor black ( or visible minority.. or person of colour....whatever you want) kid in africa... hungry..... you feel bad.... so what i do in this case.... for every bite that i am getting from my delicious meal i am thinking somewhere deep inside of me of them.. and i am sure this is helping to make them feel better..... Well the whole situation in the store is more of less the same..... i am there with comon.. confronting them and i think that my presence is helping them a lot ! Anyway this few words about third world people lead us to our third point...

Last but not least... i have as much importance as a Thai masseuse...Really.....there is no form of polite way of asking anymore.. i ve to be devoted to his body...."massage" and i ve to be there.. rubbing..sratching...again and again ..... this is getting embarassing.... i am starting this is some kind of fetish that doctor develop when they are under educational stressed...i don t know what to do ....what should i do Open a bordel ? Put on the red light.....From Doctor´s wife to "fille de joie" or masseuse if you are ignorant enough to not know french.....I am probably going to end up sooner than i think .... dancing around a pole.......But what make me feel good is that.. even at this i will be best and doing it with class and style !!

I am thinking to build a up a support group... some kind of Doctor´s wife anonymous... Hi my name is Virgile and i am a Masseuse... euh... a Doctor´s wife...

Ah.. i am gonna take a bath..