It was a weird time after I got back from Israel. I don’t even know what happened. I was so full of positive energy and optimism that I thought it will be very easy to come back `home`. But it wasn’t. There was something inside me that just did not want to let it go. Or was it me?
After a while I stopped questioning. And a little more after that, I knew I need to take action.
So what happened during those almost two months after I got back:
-I got older
-Black Swan 2nd birthday
-Monika, sweetheart as she is, threw me a surprise birthday party
-I brought some cake to work for my birthday, got lots of `congratulations`
-I made my own birthday `party` with good food and some balloons as a present
-My body grew a `friend` and I had to struggle by going to the doctors, achieving nothing, starting to really dislike them, finally achieving an appointment, getting a little incision and finally living `friend` free
-I went to a few seminars in Social Media Week
-30 seconds to Mars concert
-Thai food fest. Making Tom Yum, Pad Thai and then eating a lot of desserts after that.
-Participating in Chinese New Years [one month too late]
-Receiving way too many shifts for work for March [I probably really shouldn’t be complaining].
January is a birthday for my friend’s bar. This year it was the second. So I rushed to the Bulgarian shop that has a little section of Lithuanian stuff, bought a bottle of Starka [his favourite] and we went to the party. I wasn’t up for staying for too long, neither was Wycka, but, almost as always, one beer led to another, one conversation followed the second one, more people were coming in, more people that we knew were coming in and…in the end we closed the bar. But it was a fun night. Lots of laughs and good memories.
The next day I was invited to come to Monika’s place. She said she is gathering some girls from work to have a lunch kind of a thing. I did not suspect a thing. I got into her place, took my jacket off and once she opened the door to her room people started singing Happy Birthday, throwing balloons and blowing soap bubbles. It was all very nice and really unexpected. So we spend a lazy Sunday talking, unwrapping presents [Signe just had her birthday too, so she got some presents as well] and enjoying good curry.
The day before my own birthday I got a few hints at work to bring a cake. I wasn’t supposed to be working on my birthday, but once I got a shift, I figured, that’s the least I can do. So I did it. I spent maybe 5 hours in the kitchen trying to make a nice looking and tasting `ant hill`. I managed. People really liked it at work, I even got a bottle of sparkling wine from my boss and many compliments on my cake. Mission accomplished. And, of course, I made another cake to myself. That’s what happens when you are a bit addicted to sweets. So in the evening after work I made some Pad Thai, Shai came by with bouquet of balloons and Lithuanian beer and we `celebrated` my birthday.
At some point around that time, I felt the same tingling pain right next to my scar, and I instantly knew what that will be. I tried every home remedy to get rid of this `friend`, whatever you call it, lets say cyst. Nothing happened. So, after a few weeks of struggling I went to see the doctor and she told me `it will go away`. That made me really angry. I mean, Danish doctors only know two things – take some painkillers OR it will go away. I knew it wasn’t going away, but I had no choice, but to wait. So after two weeks I got another appointment and this time she finally sent me to a specialist for a little `surgery`. I say surgery, but it’s really more of an incision. I mean, I only got out with two stitches, that not really a surgery, is it?
Anyways, the exact thing happened just like a year ago. I got it done, then I got paranoid it’s infected, I went to see doctor again, they told me it’s nothing, a few more days passed, I went to remove the stitches and that’s it. I’m finally whole again. Woo hoo. Still not big fan of Danish doctors though. But on the other hand, don’t think I can blame them much. After all, most danes go to doctor for every tiny simple problem, which usually do go away or can be cured by painkillers.
This last week here in Copenhagen was Social Media Week, full of free seminars. I only got to it a little too late, so most of the seminars were already fully booked. Initially I signed up for 4 and then canceled one. After the first one, that was pretty crappy, I thought I am not going to risk it. I liked one of them. There was a guy from IBM and another one from some consulting company [cannot remember the name right now]. They had the speaking to the audience skills and really explained the whole thing well, on how business can use social media to be more successful. The last seminar I went to was in UN City. The guy was interested, although some of the things he said were pretty empty. But I liked the UN City. It got me thinking – maybe I should try to get an internship there. They are international people and I can multicultural experience..
At the end of Social Media Week I went to 30 seconds to Mars concert. And before you ask – of course alone. It started pretty well. The supporting band from Scotland was pretty good and 30 seconds to Mars came to the stage on time, managed to get people to jump and dance from the very beginning and it was starting to look like it’s gonna be one hell of the concert. But then it went down a little. I mean, it’s small details, of course, but I guess those matter. At least to me. First of all, Jared [the lead singer] asked to girls to come on stage with him, but since one of them starting gasping air and crying, he gave all of the attention to her almost ignoring the other one. I mean, how should the other one feel in a situation like that? In the end he did hug her too, but still.. Then there was this pretty unoriginal anymore thing with throwing balloons to people. And so on. But in general – songs were good, people were turned on, so in the end I guess you could say it was a good concert.
The next day after the concert we met up with Monika, went to my favourite shop in Istegade to buy some Thai goodies and went to her place to make some good supper/dinner. We were total of 7 people there, two dishes: soup and main noodle dish. We drank Lithuanian beer and two exclusive Belgium beers, one of them brought from monastery. We were all very different people, brought together only because someone knows someone and so the evening went well. People said they liked my food [I could only hope but since half of them went for a second time, I guess it couldn’t have been too bad]
And the day after that we went to a celebration of Chinese New Years. That was a little disappointing. A lot of speeches, then 3 minutes of kung fu demonstration, 3 minutes of ladies dancing, 3 more minutes of singing, then buffet and karaoke, which we skipped. We went for coffee instead. And later on to some coffee place to sit down and relax. It was Sunday after all.
And coming to the present moment, I am here, trying to put the last dots on i’s. I cleaned my sheets, I received a letter stating that I will be quite busy in March, I talked to Monika about possible sport club to attend, I cleaned my room, I bought ingredients to make lasagna [for the first time in my life, so wish me luck] and cake and I think I will start living again. I mean I have to. The time is ticking out.