Monday, November 23, 2009
Aye, I, Eye
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Tiptoe Sunday
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Such a Geek
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Author, Author and No, Not Me
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Labels: Chocolat, Funzine, Joanne Harris, novelist, Patrica Schonstein
Monday, November 16, 2009
Forgotten Costs of Travel
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Labels: homeopatic, Kenyan shillings, Tetanus, travel, Typhoid, vaccinations, Yellow Fever
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Thanksgiving by Marriott
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Counting Cash
0 commentsSaturday, November 14, 2009
Busy or Lazy?
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Other things have distracted me also. I decided that we, my Journalism students and I needed a web site. In a couple of hours, I created this one ELTE Journals. It was easy and fast, so I became carried away and created one for myself too, called what else, Dr. Ryan James. I did not have any special purpose for it, but thought it could not hurt to get my name out there more often. One never knows. With Goolge analytics in mind, I thought I should create a mirror site for the B and B. It is actually more than a mirror, since I can add content to it that there really is no room for on our regular site. Like our regular site, this is also called BudaBaB.
Speaking of Google, I was able to get us listed on Google maps. After registering, I had to wait for the confirmation postcard with the pin ID to arrive in the mail. It came to the day that they promised. Now, if someone types in BudaBaB into Google, they will get this map location. In addition, the list goes on for days, showing where we have been listed, guest reviews we were not even aware of, and other surprises. I love technology!
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Labels: BudaBaB, ELTE, essays, eye surgery, Google maps, Google sites, grades, students
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Andy Said...
0 comments- I checked this link out. There is nothing to download and it is free to use. Looks interesting. Ryan
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- Hey everyone , I wanted to recommend you on a program I use with my students. I tried all kinds of conferencing tools, and so far this was the easiest to use: Show Document - Its Great for teaching and studying together online. Students can use it themselves to complete homework and projects from home. - Andy
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Google Wave
1 commentsSunday, November 01, 2009
Culture Happens
0 commentsHere is Jim's other comment, "Culture is happening. CULTURE IS HAPPENING! (you must share THAT funny story.. how funny)".
One night while they were here, there was a fire on our street. The street was filled with fire trucks and although Jim, Peggy, and our other guests were milling around the window watching the goings on, I was grading papers and never left my computer. However, I said to Jim "Culture is happening." and we chuckled.
Not five minutes later, our own door bell was ringing. I threw on my bathrobe and went to answer it. There was a man in a uniform, the likes of which I had never seen before. He bla, bla, bla'ed to me in Hungarian, but when I said I did not understand, he said "We need to check your chimney. There was a fire here last night. The 'chimney' is for the hot water heater and is inspected annually. The last time was only a month ago, but I let him in. He came in followed by three other men all in the same uniform. Being wider awake, I saw the logo was a fireman running with a ladder.
The four men went into the bathroom, where we pointed out the heater and chimney. They did massive investigations and were chattering like a bunch of old women at a gossip convention. I was concerned they were going to wake the guests in both rooms, but especially the large bedroom. Without our knowing it, they went into the bedroom, saw people in there and zipped out again. Then they sheepishly opened the door and said they needed to check the thermostat as well, which is in the large bedroom. There was enough noise to raise the dead and we still had a few days before Halloween. After they declared us fully in compliance a clean chmney and with no fire hazards , they thanked us and left.
Thirty minutes later, Jim emerged from the small bedroom. I apologized for all of the noise, but he had not heard a thing. I said I should have been shouting "Culture is happening, culture is happening". So culture happened and he missed it.
Jim and Peggy from Austin Comment
0 comments;) Hey Ryan, just saw your posts below.. THANKS for the shout-out. Indeed, you found a fellow geek here friend on this side of the Atlantic. Also glad that your eye surgery went well. Peggy did that a number of years ago, and she is soooo happy she did. We also wanted to say thanks for the wonderful hospitality! We love your place and it's location in the middle of Budapest. THAT was like hitting the lottery for us too! We travelled for 24 hours straight and are glad to be home and NOT to be sitting on a plane or airport. Thanks again for you and Ron for opening your home to us. Going to miss not being there and esp the wonderful public transportation Hungary has. Wish we had that in Austin!
Cheers!
Jim and Peggy Kipping
Austin TX.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Lottery Week
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Then our guests from Austin gave me the Windows 7 as a gift! I still cannot believe their generosity.
They looked great, felt wonderful, but could I really splurge on sunglasses? Of course I can! I am worth it. However, Zack would not hear of it. They were a gift with his thanks for putting his wares in both of my books and bringing a eyeglass-a-holic friend to the store. Now, let me be upfront. If I did not like the product, they would never have made it into the first book, let alone the second book. The truth is, I love them and think others will too, so I am going to do my best to direct people to Orange Optika at Király utca 38 in Budapest. But hey, if you are not heading to Budapest, don't despair, there are plenty of other stores on their website.
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Labels: Austin, Budapest, design, fashion, films, records, recycle, sunglasses, Tipton optics, Windows 7, Zack Tipton
Almost Halloween
0 commentsWednesday, October 28, 2009
A Bad Joke Gone Good
0 commentsWhen they arrived, he handed me a new unwrapped Windows 7 Home Premium upgrade. After recovering from my choking spell, I asked how much I owed him, thinking we would deduct it from their week's stay. When he said, "Not a penny. This is a gift. We always bring gifts when we go somewhere." There was no dissuading him. I am still choked up over his thoughtfulness.
Eye Can Almost See You
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Labels: eye doctor, eye surgery, IntraLasik, Kenya, Swine flu, vaccinations
The Eyes Have It
0 commentsTuesday, October 27, 2009
Healthcare Hearings
0 commentsFor a longer version of the hearings go to http://www.c-spanarchives.org/program/289547-1.
Monday, October 26, 2009
IntraLasik Surgery
0 comments- I could have both down, giving me excellent distance vision, but still need reading glasses (This would not be true if I were younger.)
- I can have one eye done with perfect distance vision and leave the other alone for reading.
- I can have the cornea lifted and have plastic lens implanted giving me perfect vision in both eyes.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Changing the Clock
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Lorne the Reader Writes
0 commentsHehe, nice. Can't but love the beautiful Chinese alphabet. It really does look confusing to a person who's never been accounted with it. Nevertheless, it's a very interesting language. Check out my article on weird insurance if you want, funny also :)
Take care, Lorne
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Funny, This
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Saturday, October 17, 2009
Celebration Time
0 commentsReaching Out
0 commentsTuesday, October 13, 2009
C Flat, B Sharp
0 commentsFriday, October 09, 2009
You Light Up Our House
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We had some incredible guests leave today, Mark and Enid Sherman. Originally from NYC and still sounding enough like NY'ers to make me homesick it was exacerbated when we discussed the quality of bagels across the US. Mark is a retired psychologist, formerly both as a practitioner and educator. Enid runs a business with her daughter designing, manufacturing, and selling luggage tags and hair barrettes. You can see some examples here. The back has a hidden compartment for your name and address. As a travel writer, this is a great advantage as most experienced travelers know you do not want people at airports seeing your name and address, knowing your house may be ripe for the picking. Here are some examples of their offerings. Click on the picture to be redirected to their website, but not until you finish reading here.
Mark surprised us with a leaving gift, a copy of one of his paintings. He had taken painting classes and later offered lessons himself. His specialty is lighthouse paintings as you can see here. We were also treated to his small gallery of paintings that he created while on their cruise here. Each painting was a stunning piece of art with extreme detail. With my lack of patience, these only assured me that if I were to take up painting, it would have to be the modern splash paint in large areas type. As OCD as I can be at times, it has to be with larger things, like categorizing my books by genre, author, and in alpha order by title. Mark picked up on this habit of mine. If you click on Mark's painting, you will be redirected to one of his web sites.
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Labels: bag tags, bagel, guests, lighthouses, Mark Sherman, NYC, painting, Yosi Girls
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Language School
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Were any educators involved for resources for the pedagogical or methodological portions of his program? No! Do they do any testing after X number of lessons to assess what the student has learned? No, they repeat a lesson if the student did not get it the first time. Do they do any research and data collection on the effectiveness of the program? Yes, they have received e-mails from former students telling them how pleased they are with their new language skills. One student had to go to another country for work and was able to speak and understand things at a business meeting. Do they have any hard data? No, e-mails only from students. I also asked how he arrived at what vocabulary was to be used with each lesson and what the foundation was for building from one lesson to the other. From the response, I gather it was all by chance.
He kept repeating that students had to have a strong motivation for learning and to be stress-free during the lessons. I asked how they measured motivation. They ask the student. Personally, I would think the cost would be a motivation in itself, but not something that would appeal to a professional journal article. At the end of 26 lessons, they state the student will have a 1200 word vocabulary. True or not, this is not enough to pass an intermediate exam for writing and oral skills.
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Labels: accelerated method, Jose Silva, language, language teaching, learning, Loznov, methodology, Mind Control, pedogogy
Survey spotlights Hungarians' poor foreign language skills - Caboodle.hu
0 commentsTuesday, October 06, 2009
Frustration Knows No Limits
0 commentsI have had the computer guys here so often, they are thinking of renting one of our rooms. They could not seem to figure out why my cable box and router goes out more often than Brad Pitt did in his twenties. Finally, they decided it had to be the cable box and they called the cable company to fight the point. Each time I called they said they ran diagnostics from the office and all was well.
The cable man cometh yesterday, worked at the junction box on the third floor, and then replaced my cable modem. All seemed to be smooth Internet surfing until last night when it went out again. Perhaps the router needed to be rebooted to recognize the new cable box. Today, all seemed fine until an hour ago when it showed I was connected, yet I was not getting anywhere I wanted to go on the Internet highway. Not even a yield sign came into view, just stop, and in stop trying, because there is no connection.
The cable man said it may be because the box is on the third floor and the connection has to travel too far to reach my computer. Ah, duh! I cannot imagine we are the only people one floor away from the junction box. Wouldn't logic dictate that a solution needs to be found?
NileGuide: Five of the Best Sweet Eats in Budapest
0 commentsHere is an article I wrote for NileGuide as they "destination specialist".
NileGuide: Five of the Best Sweet Eats in Budapest
Life Musings
0 commentsIt has felt like there has not been much happening, yet it is not true when I reflect back. Besides working diligently on trying to get my book finished, little things change daily causing me to edit and rewrite what I have already written. When I called the Dohany Synagogue for a guest, the number I had was changed. When I called the new number offered, that was disconnected. Finally, I had to track down the new-new number.
Ron and I were invited to a US Embassy reception, hosted by the Regional English Language Officer. We went for a relatively short time. The room was suffocatingly hot and although many were from IATEFL, I knew few of them. We did meet the new English Language Fellow (ELF), who is working with Roma college students and their English skills. It made me wonder if I could get any of my students to volunteer time to assist them as well. Something to ponder. It would intertwine nicely with my Race and Ethnicity class. It they had turned on the A/C, which they do have in the building, we may has stayed longer.
After interviewing a medical tourism company run by an American-Hungarian M.D., I have decided to have laser surgery for vision correction. Later this month, I will go for a two hour exam to determine if I am eligible and if so, will have the surgery the next day. The surgery takes 15-20 minutes, but they tell you to block out two hours.
Once the surgery is over, my next medical project is an evaluation of my teeth. My whole mouth has been non-stop annoying pain, sometimes throbbing, while other times just painful enough to make me aware of it. Our regular dentist is great, but he is not a cosmetic dentist. Both he and my dentist from CA both muse that even if I am a model patient who flosses abundantly and brushes as prescribed, I am the victim of three generations of really poor teeth genes. Fortunately, Hungary is known for its dentistry, with substantially reduced cost.
That is life in the big city for now.
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Labels: dentist, ELF, eye doctor, laser, medical tourism, RELO, surgery, teeth, US Embassy
Monday, September 28, 2009
Next Stop - Back to Budapest
0 commentsFor whom the bells toll is not just a book or movie title. As comfy as the bed was, the Lutheran church at the end of the block has bells that toll every quarter of the hour. On the hour, they ring not only the hour, but the hour is six languages or so it seems. They go on forever. It was almost as disturbing as trying to sleep near a mosque in Egypt with the call to prayer at unusual hours.
A bit groggy from interrupted sleep, we went down for breakfast. Then I went to two other hotels for a tour and note-taking for the book. Everyone was genial and giving of their time, though I had written them ahead of time.
All sights were closed - Monday is the universal day for closing of museums. We hunted down Lena Bayer to meet and thank her in person. She is a charming young woman. We had brought her a box of homemade truffles from my favorite chocolate shop in Budapest, much to her delight.
Although it was Monday, the town was still sleepy lazy empty. There was not a lot of traffic either car or pedestrian. We looked in some shops, walked the longest park in Central Europe and bought our train tickets before finding a bakery for a coffee and munchie. We brought it to the park and watched the world go by.
On the 1:10 train, I paced my book to finish it as we approached Budapest, but the train was delayed an hour, so I had to nap for an hour since the book was now history. I will have to order the third book in the series. Karp is funny! We were home by 4:30 instead of 3:40, but it was a good little get-away.
Sopron is a lovely little city.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Next Stop Sopron
0 commentsAfter getting tons of incredibly useful information from Lena Bayer at the Sopron TourInform office, the next step was to visit the city to put it to use. This is the first time that Sopron will appear in a Frommer's Budapest & the Best of Hungary book, so I am a bit charged about it. After writing to the three hotels that Lena suggested, only one was willing to give us a free night with the understanding that this did not guarantee them a place in the book. They were secure enough to offer a room anyway.
We left the Huffman family, a Fulbright family who were B and B guests. They were returning to Debrecen on a later train. We had another single guest in the small room, but he knew ahead of time, we would have to be gone Monday morning, so if he wanted the room, it would be self-catering with a small discount for the inconvenience. He was fine with that.
Arriving at the train station at 9:15 am to buy tickets for the 10:10 train seemed to be plenty of time for a Sunday morning. It was surprising how busy the station was at that hour. I receive a 50% teachers discount for all travel within Hungary, but Ron questioned if he receives a discount with his Hungarian pensioner card. How does FREE strike you? All he had to pay was the 520 Ft for the reservation; it was a direct train taking 2 hours and 40 minutes. Score one for seniors.
With Marshall Karp's sequel to Rabbit Factory, the second book Bloodthirsty in hand, I could have ridden up to 3 whole hours on the train before complaining. I sweat out the ticket collector thinking he would give Ron a hard time, but it was smooth.
The hotel was only a 15-minute walk from the train station, very centrally located. We dropped my backpack and then went to see the sites. With a very Austrian feel, it is also compact and easy to negotiate. Sopron is considered responsible for the beginnings of the Iron Curtain coming down with the Pan European Picnic twenty years ago this month.
After running around, we went to one of the restaurants Lena had suggested. The first and closest was located in a courtyard, but then up a ramp and back in the corner. There was not a seat to be found, but will all entrees under 980 Ft, we could see why. They were only open until 4pm on Sundays, so we did not want to try our luck waiting. Besides, everyone looked like they were hunkering in for the long haul of food to be served.
Our second attempt, also suggested by Lena, was fantabulous! The meal was actually better than many we have had in Budapest and the service was exquisite. We sat in the courtyard with old fortress walls surrounding us with gardens planted. When we paid the tab, I told the waiter they were going to be in my book. He told the manager provoking a VIP tour of the entire restaurant and wine cellar.
Chasing down all of the attractions was an amazing race within a city, knowing they would all be closed on Monday. Time was short, but we managed and even spent 45 minutes in the medieval synagogue.With all of the streets neatly rolled up and tucked away by 6pm, we went back to the hotel for a full tour so I could take notes for the book. The chapter is so small, I can barely get much of it in, but it was lovely. Our room had twin sleigh beds with cozy mattresses that swallowed us up in a nurturing comfort zone, like being back in the womb.
After a rest, we went to restaurant number three on Lena's list. The Google map did us wrong, so we went a mile out of the way only to find that it was really only blocks from our hotel. Another open courtyard, different in charm with brick walls surrounding us and a pleasant waiter who was excited to practice his elementary English skills. My dinner was served in an enamel baking pan just like we have at home, but this particular size, we use when making four portions. It was heaping to the top and was solely my portion. I do swear a gym membership should be provided to every guide book writer. To be fair to the review, I ate until I thought I would topple off of the chair for weight displacement and a tear emerged as I let the waiter take the rest of the dinner away. Had we been in Budapest, it would have been a take home portion worthy of lunch for the both of us the next day.
A lengthy walk was needed to burn off ten or twenty calories before retiring. That "just too stuffed to bend over feeling" needed some release.
To bed with a good book after combing the city and taking lots of notes, this is the life.
If you want to know the names of the restaurants and hotels, the book will be out in April 2010, but I will give a preview if you are heading this way sooner.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
What is in the Mailbox
0 commentsTHE BOOK OF FATHERS by Miklos Vamos – Other Press 10/13/09
Dear Dr, James -- I am working on a literary book by Hungarian author Miklos Vamos that pubs in October and am wondering if you would be interested in reviewing it for your blog? I am attaching descriptions below and look forward to hearing back from you about any interest. I can get a copy out to you right away.
Gretchen Koss
Tandem LiteraryDid You Want an Autograph With That?
0 commentsTwo nights ago, Ron and I went to a restaurant for dinner and to re-review for the book. I had gone back to this restaurant during the time he was in the States, but was terribly disappointed in the food and the service. Because I refused to believe that this was their new standard, going downhill so drastically, I wanted to give them one more shot at it before it went into the book. The book has the good, the bad, and the disastrous, so watch out.
All went well, the service was fine. With only four other diners in the place, I should hope so. A group of five older ladies walked in and took a seat. Their NYish accent pricked up my ears, so my eyes followed them to their table as they sat down. Then lo and behold, what should they place on the table to the side...Frommer's "Budapest & the Best of Hungry" 7th edition.
As my head and chest swelled, it was difficult to maintain my balance in the chair while trying to eat at the same time. Fortunately, I had a few bites of my dinner before they displayed the book, or I would have forgotten to taste the food. As much as I tried to ignore them, I could not keep my wandering eyes at home.
When we finished, I told Ron I was going to say hello. He did not think I would do it. After excusing myself, I asked how they liked the book. Three of them formed a chorus of "We love it. It is our bible." I will excuse the other two for not joining it with the rest. They had just arrived from NYC only four hours prior and were still jet-lagged, so their reflexives were not up to par yet. Once they heard the others, they were able to kick start themselves and shower me with platitudes making it a complete cheerleading squad of 60 somethings. Four of them pointed to the fifth woman and said she is the organizer. She has been organizing their annual trips together for the last ten years and does an amazing job. She bought the book, and read it to them every chance when they were gathered within earshot. I looked at the book. There had to be over fifty little pink tabs growing from between pages and not one of them had any writing on them. I was uncertain how they were distinguishable, but as we spoke, the ring leader was able to grab the correct tab needed to quote something that I wrote.
After fifteen minutes of soaking up the praise and laudatory comments, we left them to enjoy their meal, but as we were walking away, we heard "Wow, isn't that wonderful? We met the author." Another said "That was so cute of him to come over to speak to us." Cute? Peter Pan complex aside, I think I have passed 'cute' a few decades ago, but hey, you have to bask in whatever rays of sunshine come you way.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Feels Like a Hungarian Autumn?
0 commentsTuesday, September 22, 2009
He Had Me in Stitiches
0 commentsAfter the surgery, I returned the following Monday for a bandage change. The doctor is so cute; as he was removing the old bandage, he kept saying "I'm sorry!" anticipating my pain at the tape being pulled off. He was actually so gentle, I did not even think I winced, but was reflective of his concern. The surgeon was doing the dressing change, not a nurse, not an intern.
Last Friday, I returned again. Each meeting begins with idle chit-chat, but regardless of what I say, he responds with something to assure me that he is really listening. This go-around, he removed three stitches, dressed the bandage, and sent me on my way.
Monday was the final removal of the last of the stitches. After they were out, he sprayed a "liquid bandage" on me to protect the scar. He said it will take six weeks for me to completely heal. I made a joke about my state of affairs, just off the cuff, so it really surprised me when he busted out laughing. Now I can shower. Sponge baths are fine in a pinch, but they are really god-awful over a week's time. Regardless how fastidious I tried to be, I thought I smelled myself with every little breeze, making me feel like a dirty pariah.
As I left the exam room knowing I would be returning again this Friday, I turned to him to ask if he was going to be around forever. What I meant to ask was if he was a resident who would be finishing a rotation only to disappear. When I modified the question, he assured me he was a specialist with the department and would be around for some time.
Relief washed over me...I hate ending these long term relationships.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
26 Hours
1 comments6:15 am Got up, showered, dressed and walked to the hospital to meet with the surgeon. I told Ron not to bother going with me. I assumed that they would not allow the surgery without the microbiology results, so there was no point in his joining me. I expected to be home again within the hour.
7:15 am As I walked up to the hospital, I ran into my surgeon outside. I told him about the problem with lab work. He asked if I had a print-out of the others. He said it was no problem, we could go ahead with the surgery. Again, mixed emotions. He took me upstairs and personally took me to the registration, so he could translate. Registration consisted of giving them my lab results and medical card. I was registered within three minutes. The surgeon then took me to my room, one of the newly remodeled ones with only three beds in it. One was occupied. He explained that he had to go on rounds and would be back for me. The nurse came in to ask if I had any allergies. The dietitian asked if I was on any special diet. They all did their best to communicate without much English. We did fine. The bed had no electric equipment for adjustments; just the head hand cranked up and down, but it was perfect so no adjustment was needed. We had our own bathroom with a shower in the room. It was beautifully tiled.
8:15 am My doctor came in and said they would be coming for me shortly. Minutes later, a young man came with a concave gurney that looks more like a hammock. He said "Undress!" followed by "NOW!" I got on the gurney and he wheeled me off down one hall, then another. There were so many twists and turns. Looking at the ceiling, I had flashbacks to movies like Coma for some reason. Within three minutes, he had me completely shaved. No foam, no soap, nothing to soften the hair, just swipe, swipe, swipe with the efficiency of a barber.
9:15 am This same young man takes me from the anterior room into the surgery suite, a much smaller room than I anticipated. He lifted me off of the gurney onto the surgical table. I was more concerned about his back than my nakedness. Draped in sheets, the doctor and nurses arrived and started rearranging sheets, blocking my view. The anesthetic was a local. Three needles into an area already hurting. The doctor explained what I would feel, when I should tell him the pain was unbearable, that I may feel pressure, and I may smell burning flesh when they cauterize blood vessels. This is one of the times when knowing self-hypnosis comes in handy.
10:15 am The surgery is over. The young man again lifts me off of the surgical table and puts me on the gurney. When we reach my room, he one more time, lifts me into bed. Then he put a large cloth bag under me while putting a kilo weight wrapped in a towel on my surgical area. PAIN!!! Within minutes, the nurse came in with a pitcher of tea and a cup.
11:15 am Ron found me though he had no idea where the hospital was or where I would be. I was groggy, I think from the trauma of it all. He left and planned on returning later. I fell asleep immediately.
12:15 pm My friend Laszlo came to visit. While he was here, they served lunch. A large bowl of soup was handed over to him to put on my bedside table. No covering on the soup, just a large bowl. The nurse handed me a spoon and a plate with two large pastries. Ron returned and the three of us talked for a while, but I was wiped out and Laszlo left us. I went down with Ron for a cigarette, but ran into my surgeon who told me I needed to be flat for the rest of the day. A new roommate arrived for the middle bed.
1:15 pm to 5:15 pm I slept, waking for minutes at a time, trying to read my book, but could only last about 10 minutes and then off to sleep again. The only interruption was the doctors doing rounds. The head doctor spoke English and asked me how I was feeling. My surgeon gave my history and explained the procedure to the rest of them.
5:15 pm The nurse arrived to hand each of us a thermometer. I start to put it in my mouth, but she motions it goes under my arm. Moments later, she places a plate on my table. I was thinking how wonderful it is that we get an afternoon snack. Actually, it was dinner. One roll, one scallion, two slices of lunch meat, and a cube of margarine, but no silverware. I ate it and went back to sleep.
6:15 pm My roommate from the middle bed went home. I am curious how he managed that so fast. The nurse returned for the thermometer. It was 37 degrees on the dot, but I have no idea what that is in Fahrenheit.
7:15 pm to 10:15 pm I could not stay awake. As much as I wanted to try to stay awake for fear of being up all night long, I could not do it. At 9:00 pm, the two night nurses came in to check on us. Both male, they pulled my covers down, rearranged the weight after telling me I had to take my sweat pants off. Ugh! My dinner dish is still by my bedside. I was wishing I had brought my phone to call Ron to bring more food; I was hungry. Instead, I drank the grapefruit juice he brought, the tea they gave me and one of the candy bars I had asked him to get for the nursing staff. In between everything, I continued to sleep.
11:15 pm I was awakened when the nurse brought in a new patient for the middle bed. Why he was arriving at this hour was beyond me. They set up an old fashioned IV pole. Once he was changed they started him on an IV. Since I was nearest the window, I had it open all night long for the cool air. Neither roomie seemed to mind. The comforters were quite thick and warm, but the fresh air felt great. Being on a busy street, it was noisy, but it did not seem to disturb any of us from sleeping.
12:15 am to 6:15 am As concerned as I was about sleeping, I slept the night through, waking up for moments at a time to try to process the weird dreams, but tiring of that quickly and falling off once again.
7:15 am This time I thought I was awake for good. The anticipation of my doctor coming to release me, was building. He does not normally work weekends, but was coming in for me. Just like in the USA... ha, ha, ha!!! Anxiety wears me out. I was back asleep within minutes, not waking until the nurse came in with thermometers again.
8:15 am My doctor came in, took me to the examination room, changed my bandage and gave me instructions. No walking until Monday at least when I see him again to take the drainage tube out. No shower unless I can keep the bandage dry. Stay flat on my back or sit only. Gravity is not my friend. When I came out, Ron was in the hallway looking for me. We took a taxi home.
Overall impressions: The staff was magnanimous providing for a non-Hungarian speaker. Although antiquated by American standards, I felt safe, comfortable and well cared for during my short stay. I find it difficult to understand how so many thoughts can be crammed into thousands of dreams in this many hours.







