Doctor's wife, bored

So this doctor wife agreed to do a stretch over easter in the Icelandic West Fjords. The trip there was on the smallest airplane I have ever been on, 9 seater, but now I am here and It is beautiful, admitted (see picture).
But I am starting to get a little bored. Just a little. No stores are open because of easter, pool is closed and I have taken every possible walk in this town.
While my doctor husband is busy healing the local population I make morning coffee for him, cook and do dishes and then some homework to remind me that I have a life of my own.
If he continues to ship the locals out of here on the ambulance air plane at the current rate, this 600 people town will depopulated in a couple of years.

Going International

I have found again a picture of nurse. How comes that all representation of nurses look like the previous picture? I think this is just picturing the truth. Anyway...

With Hanne as doctor wives we deciced to go international. We decided to leave our local scale and our local devilish nurses to go international. We are going to Canada. The great Canada. Country of Pamela Anderson (yes she is not american) and Celine Dion.

We are becoming International Doctor´s wives / Doctor´s wife 2.o world version. We are so cool and the nurses suck so much.

Anyway we are working on a project concerning cars and traffic pollution in Reykjavík. Our stone against global warming. It will also allow us to collect data about toxic gas, wich could be use later to get rid of nurses. If there is an epidemic of car-garage death, we deny any responsability.

Virgile, proud doctor world wife

It's been a good year

For us doctor's wives, 2007 has been a good year. Many have expressed sympathy with our cause and we have met many fellow doctor's spouses who might join the cause. This is all good. Some things are bad though.
In this particular blogpost I would like to commemorate and pay hommage to one of the most prominent examples of this year of a desperate doctor's wife.
She called an Icelandic radioshow in December and was at first talking about the state of the world, famine, disease (DRSW's care about these things, you know) but then in the end, she could no longer keep it in and expressed that she would particularly like to send a message to the nurse in the psychiatric hospital that was fucking her husband.
Strictly speaking I do not know if he was a doctor, but if he was, then this woman is truly our sister.

The fight continues in 2008. We never give up.

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?

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.....

Virgile

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..
Virgile

Back to the fight line !!

I found myself watching Dr Phil yesterday .. and he was trying to help a couple who s marriage was in trouble, because the husband, a Doctor was having an affair with a nurse !!! It was nothing more to say. The Nurse is devilish.. and as school started again i need to remind it... Beware of the nurse......My computer is having huge problems.... Viruses... again and again ...... i will not be surprise that the Devilish nurse organization is behind this. They have to be stopped !!!! It took the other DRSW to safe my computer.. Together we are stronger !!!

DRSW... Be aware.. they are outside... they are in white.. and they will do anything to get what they want.. !!!! School is starting .. the hunt is just begining and the last year medecin student are the one the most exposed...