lördag 11 maj 2013

lördag 16 mars 2013

söndag 27 januari 2013

tisdag 30 oktober 2012


I find it strange that so many people I've talked to in the last few days are very lacking in a simple analysis of power. Who has it, and who doesn't. I have to often remind myself that not everyone knows what I know.
For example, in most situations, a patient being treated has less power than the doctor treating her or him. Therefore I think it is perfectly reasonable that the patients request for, let's say, a female gynecologist is fulfilled  Know what I mean?
A patient might decline treatment from a male gynecologist, not because he is a bad gynecologist, the patients doesn't know if this is the case. More often is has to do with the role men play in our society, and before that is addressed an remedied I fully understand those who feels less safe in the hands of a male physician. We should be able to choose who we allow access to our private parts (whichever those might be) if there are alternatives.

onsdag 4 juli 2012

måndag 2 juli 2012

Update on my running.

I've returned to running for enjoyment and the health benefits. My goal is once more to be able to run a 5K and then we'll see where I'm taking it after that. Sometimes I like to document with vlogs immediately after running. The one below is from today.


onsdag 27 juni 2012

Runners High

It's time. I can feel it sizzling away in my body for the last couple of days. I'm ready to run again. Post partum bleeding stopped a couple of weeks ago, midwife says everything is looking good, my iron levels and blood pressure are perfect. Reassured by this basic physical I get my running shoes out of the closet.

174+ kilometers 
They are worn, dirty, red paint splashed across them. New ones are expensive and will have to wait. I just want to don my running shoes. I breastfeed my 9 week old to sleep, have a bit of conversation with my 3 yo that I'm just going to be gone for a short while. A kiss on Partners cheek and a wave and I am on my way. Kind of nervous. It's been months and months. This day, it's been raining, and still is, the soft droplets caressing my forehead and cheeks. A brisk walk to wake my muscles up, and then time for the first fast interval. And I still got it in me. Week one, day one of the Couch to 5 K program is easy on my body, this body who just got up from the couch. Have decided to take it easy, to fill up my new beginning with successful training sessions. Wet concrete, running past people who are walking home from work. Sweat starts pouring between my shoulder blades. It's over almost as soon as it began.
Two days later, when it's time for my second run, my inner thighs, my buttocks and my calves are sore, because I forgot to stretch. I had to breastfeed the 9 weeker as soon as I got home, naturally. Three year old told me she missed me when I was gone. I had been out for 30 minutes.

But no matter how sore I am, I head out a second time this week, and when I return I stretch with my 3 yo climbing all over me.

"You've been out running, mom? You like running? Huh?"

"Yeah, I like running."