Willkommen Sie meinen Blog

Welcome to my Blog, I'm glad you stopped by. I thought a little introduction was in order after I reviewed some Blogs of others and didn't have a clue what it was their Blog was about even after reading the last several posts. Not that it matters, if you like what I write, read on, if not, no harm no foul.

I began writing again after one of my grad classes last summer inspired me to do so. It was a class on the world famous author, Stephen King and it was incredible. In 2011 I received my Master of Arts in Liberal Studies degree from the University of North Carolina Wilmington. My undergraduate degree is also from UNCW in Sociology with a minor in Gerontology which I obtained in 2005.

A lot has changed since I began writing this Blog in 2010. I am rediscovering who it is that I am and what makes me happy. Feel free to read through from the beginning and see where I have come from and continue to follow along as I begin a new chapter in my life, one that proves to be interesting and filled with exciting challenges that I can't wait to share with the World. So for now, "Das ist Leben"...this is life!

Thursday, November 24, 2011

“The truth is you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed.”

So after being together for five years and married for three...my husband wants a divorce. My entire life is about to be flipped upside down and I have no control over the roller coaster ride I've just been put on. I'm devastated; I don't know what to think or feel most of the time.

Our Recessional Song

I'll be moving back to North Carolina and staying with my parents for a while but this is just nuts. I NEVER expected to kiss another man in my life after Matt. I love him and I wish I could "fix" us, or change his mind but we've tried everything: talking to each other over and over again, marriage counseling (two different times), and of course he's talked to several "friends" who have given him (wonderful) advice on what to do. Apparently, I'm just not making him happy, and according to him it's been for about a year now...or longer depending on his mood when he talks about it. I'm seeing my own "professionals" now, and working on making myself happy most of the time...it's not easy. I loved being his wife and I loved being married to him. I had no idea he was thinking about divorce until July when he mentioned something about me living life as though I could never lose him...wtf???

I guess the details of his decision are really nobody's business, unfortunately they don't even make sense to me so fuck it...you can think whatever you want. There are three sides to every story, right? As far as I know, nobody cheated, and there was no 'physical' abuse...

I've already lost several people whom I thought were my friends; I'm sure there will be more drama to come. We will be legally separated for one year at the least once we get paperwork started (he decided to take leave for 3 weeks just before a holiday and then when he gets home, asks me when I'm getting out of here.) At that point in time we are legally eligible for a divorce...or things could all fall back into "Happily Ever After." NOT BLOODY LIKELY! Or we could be separated until death...the thought crosses my mind from time to time since I'm a Christian, I don't believe in divorce.

At least I look hot ;P

I am finding it very difficult to trust people these days...anyone else? P.S. If you are not my true friend, please stay out of my drama...we all have enough of our own and I really just need my real friends right now. Some of you who have been, and/or are going through what I'm going through know what I mean.

1. reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing; confidence.
2. confident expectation of something; hope.
3. confidence in the certainty of future payment for property or goods received; credit: to sell merchandise on trust.
4. a person on whom or thing on which one relies: God is my trust.
5. the condition of one to whom something has been entrusted.

Our Wedding Song 09-20-2008

I feel like the last five years of my life was all for nothing, I was a happily married woman who was on a journey through life with her best friend, the man of her dreams. WOW, was I wrong!


Thursday, November 10, 2011

A lyrical Tribute to my current state

Over the past few months (or years according to him) my husband and I have been unable to make things "right." I know I am not without blame but I've begged and I've pleaded for another chance, I've cried and cried and cried and cried some more. I love him so much but he just doesn't want to be married to me anymore and there is nothing else I can do to make him stay.

I'm not going to air my dirty laundry but I wanted to post some songs that seem to fit my mood and situation depending on the moment these days.

Going to the gym and spending time with Brady, our Poodle make me the happiest and almost help me to forget my entire life is crashing down around me.

So for now, so ist mein Scheiße leben!


Sunday, July 10, 2011

Becoming Pet Owners

I may be the worlds most allergic-to-animals person on the planet, but when I first looked into the tiny brown eyes of a Poodle named Brady, I was smitten.

Brady Lyman

Because my husband grew up with more pets than I could even count, he has been trying to get me to agree to getting a pet since we met. My darling husband likes cats about as much as Angela from the hit TV show, The Office which is a major turn off to me because I would rather have a pet poisonous spider or a rabid monkey than a cat.

I am so allergic to cats that even the sight of them turns my stomach...weird, huh? They make me sneeze if I get too close and if I am around them for more than five minutes, I start to itch and my eyes water so bad that I can no longer see out of them. I am allergic to dogs, rabbits and hamsters too, but cats are my kryptonite.

First bath

I've done enough research to know that there are several breeds of dogs that I would most likely be able to one day own without worrying about having an allergic reaction. We have talked about getting an Airedale Terrier in the past but we agreed that our current home was way too small and since we don't have a yard, our poor dog wouldn't get the exercise he needed. It looked like we would have to wait until we moved back to the states and had a house before we got a dog.

All clean!

Then our friend Chelle posted a message on Facebook about her frustration with a Toy Poodle that was driving her and their tiny Yorkie crazy. She and her husband Keith were originally only supposed to watch Brady for a few months until his owners received orders back to Germany. The Marine Corps doesn't always work out the way we "plan" and so they were not going to be coming back to Germany after all, leaving Brady with the Granberry's for good. The Granberry's loved Brady but they already had a small dog named Cooper who was constantly having to compete with Brady for attention.

Exploring Germany

Matt messaged Chelle and said, "we want Brady!" Since I knew I wouldn't be allergic to him, we decided to go meet him one day. The rest is history in the making; that little dog is our baby and we love him to pieces!

Brady just turned two on June 25th, also Matt's birthday. He is an Apricot, Toy Poodle and we are his fifth family (four of which have been Marine Corps!)...we will be his last!


Jam packed weekend

Written: Tuesday, May 24th

I'm happy that I was able to go home this past weekend but for crying out loud, it's been quite a whirlwind since last Friday. First, Matt picked me up with Brady, our new Toy Poodle who is just the cutest little guy and the three of us went over to our friend's house, the Granberry's. Chelle made an amazing dinner and I got to meet our friend Dane's Mom, Leona who was visiting from Washington State. We got home kind of late but Matt had some laundry to do because he needed to pack for his upcoming TAD trip on Monday. He'll be gone for five weeks, visiting three-four different countries. Poor thing, his ECU classes started back up this past week so he won't have much free time.

Brady and his Pluto

On Saturday, I met up with Chelle, Charece, Jenny, Leona, and April to shop at the Flea Market on Panzer. We had a lot of fun and I found a few great bargains. Matt ran some errands while I was shopping and when we met back up we headed over to the Commissary, Shoppette, and then Breuningerland for some cigars before heading over to our friend Warren's house for a cookout. Warren will be moving back to the states soon so we wanted to see him before he left. He grilled some beef while I sliced strawberries & watermellon. I also brought over chicken drum sticks which I marinated in this delicious Caribbean Jerk, and some potatoes for the grill. Our dinner was so yummy, I love grilling! It even rained and hailed on us while we were in the middle of grilling but we didn't care. It was after 9:00 by the time we left and Matt made plans with our friend Jocelyn to catch a ride with her in the morning to Ramstein so he could make his 3:00pm flight.

Cullen, Warren, Matt

I was not a happy camper, all I wanted was some time alone with my husband before he left for five weeks and I really didn't get it at all this weekend! When Sunday night rolled around I was so depressed and to top it off I had to change my own bandages so I could shower and I had to carry all my stuff down four stories with a scared dog who didn't want to leave. If you've ever tried to put a bandage on your lower back using a mirror, you know, it's not easy! 

I dropped Brady off at Chelle's and we chatted for a while before I drove back to Bad Urach. It started raining and that's when I remembered how bad the windshield wiper blades are on my car, and then I ran out of washer fluid. When I arrived at my rehab facility it was 9:30 but nobody was at the reception desk. I took my bags to my room and then tried to park my car in the garage but it wouldn't let me in so I had to park up the hill in a four hour parking zone and just prayed I wouldn't get a ticket.

Sometimes life sucks; so you go to bed, pray you get another shot at it in the morning, and thank God when you wake up. It could always be worse. I have so much to be thankful for. Sometimes the negatives just stand out so much more.


Thursday, May 26, 2011

Compulsive Eating is often caused by a lack of sex...

This is an excerpt from my HCG diet "manual" and is very interesting. It makes sense if you think about it...overweight women are more likely to eat compulsively, maybe it's because they aren't having enough sex. What if they are married and their husbands no longer act attracted to them? I'm not saying it's an excuse but if a woman is already overweight and she isn't getting "any" she is more likely to turn to food for "comfort" or "love." It sounds spot on to me!

Compulsive Eating 

No end of injustice is done to obese patients by accusing them of compulsive eating, which is a form of diverted sex-gratification. Most obese patients do not suffer from compulsive eating; they suffer genuine hunger - real, gnawing, torturing hunger - which has nothing whatever to do with compulsive eating. Even their sudden desire for sweets is merely the result of the experience that sweets, pastries and alcohol will most rapidly of all foods allay the pangs of hunger. This has nothing to do with diverted instincts. 

On the other hand, compulsive eating does occur in some obese patients, particularly in girls in their late teens or early twenties. Compulsive eating differs fundamentally from the obese patient’s greater need for food. It comes on in attacks and is never associated with real hunger, a fact which is readily admitted by the patients. They only feel a feral desire to stuff. Two pounds of chocolates may be devoured in a few minutes; cold, greasy food from the refrigerator, stale bread, leftovers on stacked plates, almost anything edible is crammed down with terrifying speed and ferocity. 

I have occasionally been able to watch such an attack without the patient's knowledge, and it is a frightening, ugly spectacle to behold, even if one does realize that mechanisms entirely beyond the patient's control are at work. A careful inquiry into what may have brought on such an attack almost invariably reveals that it is preceded by a strong unresolved sexstimulation, the higher centers of the brain having blocked primitive diencephalic instinct gratification. The pressure is then let off through another primitive channel, which is oral gratification. In my experience the only thing that will cure this condition is uninhibited sex, a therapeutic procedure which is hardly ever feasible, for if it were, the patient would have adopted it without professional prompting, nor would this in any way correct the associated obesity. It would only raise new and often greater problems if used as a therapeutic measure. 

Patients suffering from real compulsive eating are comparatively rare. In my practice they constitute about 1-2%. Treating them for obesity is a heartrending job. They do perfectly well between attacks, but a single bout occurring while under treatment may annul several weeks of therapy. Little wonder that such patients become discouraged. In these cases I have found that psychotherapy may make the patient fully understand the mechanism, but it does nothing to stop it. Perhaps society's growing sexual permissiveness will make compulsive eating even rarer. 

Whether a patient is really suffering from compulsive eating or not is hard to decide before treatment because many obese patients think that their desire for food - to them unmotivated - is due to compulsive eating, while all the time it is merely a greater need for food. The only way to find out is to treat such patients. Those that suffer from real compulsive eating continue to have such attacks, while those who are not compulsive eaters never get an attack during treatment.

I'm no doctor but it sounds like we should all be getting it on regularly!


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

One week down, two more to go

It’s been almost three weeks now since my surgery and I definitely feel better, not healed completely, but much better! I even drove my car yesterday for the first time! Only 19 days post op!!
Reception desk

I live in "Klinik 2"

Floor "E" lounge area

I survived my first week in this German rehab facility and I’m so thankful that I get to go home on the weekends; I doubt it would be as easy if I had to stay here the whole three weeks. Although, my girlfriends were going to come visit me it that was the case and we would have had a blast. 

My room is on the other side

This way to the Cafe

Outside seating for Cafe

Small Shop/Cafe

Inside seating 4 coffee & cake

Beer, Wine, Cake, Coffee all sold here

Ice cream too

Fachkliniken Hohenurach is a very nice facility with plenty of walking trails and a babbling brook. One can spot numerous flowers, squirrels, and plenty of birds while walking around outside. The patient rooms are spacious and each have a private bathroom and balcony with a lawn chair and clothes rack. There is a TV,  mini fridge, plenty of closet space, and a pretty comfortable bed with a remote for easy adjusting.

Room Key (Schlüssel)

I'm in room "303"

View from my balcony

Even the food here is delicious and there are four menu options each day for lunch (auf Deutsch= Mittagessen) with one being a vegetarian option. Breakfast (auf Deutsch: Frühstück) and dinner (auf Deutsch: Abendessen) are usually the same light meals: breads, meats, cheeses. The only complaint I have with breakfast and dinner is the time schedule:

Frühstück-7:00 Uhr- 8:30 Uhr

Mittag- 11:30 Uhr- 13:30 Uhr

Abend 1- 17:00 Uhr- 18:00 Uhr
Abend 2- 17:30 Uhr-18:15 Uhr

Dining Room II where I eat

Dining I & Breakfast Room

I was given "Abend 2" so I get to eat dinner between 5:30 and 6:15pm and sometimes my therapy runs into this time which sucks because I am picky about my meats and cheeses. I'm not a huge fan of German meats and I don't like cheese with spices in them so I try to get to dinner as early as possible. Lunch isn't a huge deal because there is always soup and salad and your meal option is served to you. I've skipped breakfast every morning, it's too early and sometimes my therapy begins at 7:45am. I have some granola bars and beef jerky in my room if I get hungry before lunch.

This way to "Therapy"

Therapy on second floor

Building where I have PT

My daily routine consists of therapy sessions tailored to my back surgery. Each patient is given a booklet and we pick up schedules everyday from the reception desk where we have mailboxes. We meet with the doctors (auf Deutsch=Arzt) which are called "Professor" or, "chef" if they are the boss or chief doctor. 

Here is what my first week looked like: 

Monday, May 16, 2011
10:30- Warmepackung
11:30- Visit with Hr.Heisel, Prof.Dr. im Zimmer (auf Deutsch= room)
14:45- Elektrotherapie
17:30- Krankengymnastik

Tuesday, May 17, 2011
7:45- Blutabnahme nuchtern
8:15- Elektrotherapie
10:00- Massage
13:30- Relaxation Training
14:30- Krankengymnastik
15:50- Fahrradergometer
16:05- Weight Training

Wednesday, May 18, 2011
8:30- Warmepackung
10:30- Krankengymnastik
13:00- Visit with Hr.Heisel, Prof.Dr. im Zimmer
14:30- Bewegungsbad Wirbelsäule
15:30- Hydromassage (Hydro jet)
16:50- Fahrradergometer
17:05- Weight Training

Thursday, May 19, 2011
8:15- Elektrotherapie
9:15- Vortrag. Stressbewaltigung
10:30- Massage
11:30- Krankengymnastik
16:50- Fahrradergometer
17:05- Weight Training

Friday, May 20, 2011
7:45- Stangerbad
9:30- Visit with Hr.Heisel, Prof.Dr. im Zimmer
10:30- Warmepackung
12:30- Fahrradergometer
12:45- Weight Training
13:30- Hydromassage
14:00- Krankengymnastik

If the things listed above look a little confusing to you, imagine how I felt the first time I had to show up for these therapies. This place has 5 floors if you count "E," the bottom floor where we eat. Each therapy is in a different location (accept the bike ride and weight training) and in between it all we go to breakfast lunch and dinner at our designated times. The floors aren't exactly all in the same building either and sometimes I have to walk up or down stairs and then take the elevator to get where I need to be on time. I try to take the stairs as often as possible to get more exercise, even if that means going out of my way.

Here's what some of the therapies mean in English (loosely translated)
Warmepackung= Heat packs for my back, I'm wrapped up in blankets on a bed
Fahrradergometer= Stationary Bike ride
Krankengymnastik= Physical Therapy
Bewegungsbad Wirbelsäule = Group pool therapy

Waschküche =Laundry

Tea cart on every floor

Recycling on every floor

  •  Don’t assume that when someone speaks to you in English, they mean what they say. When I went to my very first massage appointment I was asked to remove my shirt and sports bra; I was told, “lay on your bottom.” Since my back is where all the pain is I pointed to my back and said “lay on my back?” The man then said, “No I need to massage your back, lay on your bottom.” He was pointing to his stomach. 
  • Get to dinner asap or all the good breads, meats, and cheeses will be gone 
  • Bring a reusable water bottle to fill up at the stations on each floor for free. They will let you borrow one for 2 euro
  • Know your weight and height in Kilograms and Centimeters
  • Pack shower shoes and a bath robe
  • You will need something to swim in
  • Bring a German/English dictionary
  • Bring a laptop, they charge a fee, I paid 45 euro for 21 days or something like that
  • If you like to workout to music, pack your Ipod
  • Pack a 220v fan in the Spring/Summer

Benches along the walking trails

  • Anyone with a key may or may not knock before coming in your room. I always keep the door locked unless I know a doctor is on the way. My first experience with this was rather annoying. It was my first full day here and someone was twisting my door handle to come in my room. Before I could get up and walk to the door, a man used a key and was opening my door just as I met him. He only spoke German and was very rude (he ended up being a doctor.) The next time someone knocked and then used a key to walk in was the house keeper. I didn't even know there was a housekeeper. They come every day to clean the room, mop the bathroom, take out the trash, and make the bed. As I’m typing this there was just a knock at the door. I called out, “Ein moment” which means “just a moment” because I am only wearing pants and a sports bra and would have liked to put a shirt on. The door flies open and in walks a nurse. THEY DO NOT CARE if you are naked, so my advice is either also don’t care, or try to always wear something. I don’t like to close the bathroom door when I use it, it’s hot in there and why should I have to; I’m the only one in my room. Now I lock the door when I pee so I can have some privacy if someone decides to just walk in my room. 
  • Parking costs 2 euro a day in the garage. You must prepay at the reception desk and they will assign you a spot number and give you a card to slide into the entrance slot each time you drive back into the garage
  • They sell all kinds of things such as beer and wine, ice cream, cakes, snacks, German magazines, and some toiletries in the shop on the "E" floor 
  • Each room has a small safe and you get a key 
  • There is a self-serve tee station on each floor with about 10 different tees and two types of sweetener
  • There is a hair salon on the 4th floor
  • They offer in-house pedicures for 17 euros

Words to learn auf Deutsch: 
Treppenhaus=Stair Well
Rucken=Back (as in, your back)
Vortrag=Lecture (and it will be auf Deutsch)


Monday, May 16, 2011

Living with the Germans, Day II

Monday, May 16, 2011
At 0800, it's 54 degrees Fahrenheit in the lovely Bar Urach, Germany. Not too much sun and pretty chilly.

Bad Urach, Germany

I went downstairs (Learn German: "Treppenhaus" = "staircase") to the reception desk to obtain my schedule for the week, and then I took the elevator back up to the 3rd floor to my room. I entered my room just as the phone was ringing; not my cell phone, but the room phone on which I can only receive calls, not make them. I picked it up and all I could understand from the woman speaking very fast and in German, was "reception (Learn German: "Empfang" = "reception", and klinik 1." I told her I didn't understand what she meant and then asked if I needed to come to the reception desk. I made sure to ask if she was referring to clinic 2, where I am residing, and not clinic 1 which is two buildings away.

My rehab facility: Fachkliniken Hohenurach

All I grabbed was my German/English dictionary, my schedule, and my room key. I was still in my Pajamas which was a tee shirt and shorts. I was thinking there was already a schedule change for me to pick up so I would be coming right back to my room so I could change for the day. I locked my door and headed back down to the "E" floor (in Germany the first floor is actually marked as "e" and not "1." You take the elevator/stairs/escalator to the 1st floor.) Once I reached the reception area the lady there motioned for me to follow a young man who looked like a courier, he was holding DHL boxes and letters and called me by the wrong name so I hesitated to go with him. The lady again, said "go with him." I followed the guy outside along with an older gentleman and asked where I was going. He spoke to me in German which I did not understand so I said, "never mind, I'll just go." I was pissed, and cold. Once we were on the road the guy said, "you must go to clinic 1 for therapy." I told the driver I wasn't dressed for anything, I was in flip flops and nobody told me about this, it wasn't on my schedule.

"Kurmittelhaus" where I do PT

When we arrived at clinic 1 I was told to take a seat. When a nurse came up to me I was too pissed to even try to speak German so I just handed her my schedule and I said "I don't know why I'm here, I was told to get in the van." She left to get another nurse who spoke English.  After a few people looked at my schedule and handed it back to me with confused faces, I was told to just wait until this one nurse could make a phone call. I eventually was brought into a room where I had 7-10 electrodes stuck to my skin for an EKG. By this time I didn't even care what was going on. I hadn't even had time to take my pills, put on deodorant, or wash my face. I missed breakfast because all of this happened at 0800, thankfully I had already brushed my teeth.


After it was all said and done I told the reception lady I needed a ride back to clinic 2 and was told to take a seat. I guess the 0900 item on my schedule was something I didn't really need to go to because it was well after 0915 before I got back to my room. I stopped by the nurses station on the 1st floor to drop off my EKG results and ate an apple before tackling the task of shaving my legs. What a Monday morning it's turned out to be!

P.S. Later today I received a call from my patient liaison, Petra, and I told her all about my morning. She contacted one of the doctors for me and then called me back. As it turns out, I really didn't need to go through all of that this morning; she said the doctor apologized and was laughing about what had happened. He said to tell me never to get in a "strange" van again, and that if I'm ever asked to do something that's not on my schedule to go see him. Would have been good to know this sooner...


One Week in Sindelfingen

Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Today Matt took me back to the Sindelfingen hospital at 0700 to check-in for my back surgery called, Percutaneous Nucleotomy. I was very scared and a little anxious as we waited in my room on the seventh floor for the nurses to come get me. Tricare only covers what’s called a “semi-private” room here in Germany so I had a roommate, she was a much older lady and her name was Rita; she spoke okay English and seemed harmless enough. We ate lunch together at our little two person table while Matt napped in my hospital bed.

The German hospital food was horrible; for lunch we had ratatouille on zucchini, it was bland and full of water with terrible red pasta sauce and bow tie pasta with no salt or butter. I ate my fruit yogurt and went to lay down with Matt.

Dinner was the smallest meal

The nurses came to get me at 1145 and I was asked to dress in a lovely (yeah right) gown with odd looking under pants before they wheeled my bed down the hall, in an elevator, and onto the surgery floor. I began to cry just before we entered the elevator, and it only got worse as we passed through a hallway which was under construction ; all I could see was black trash bags where the ceiling had been removed. This long hallway was rather dark and it reminded me of every scary hospital movie I had ever seen. All I kept thinking was, “I want my Mom.”

Matt was asked to take a seat in the waiting room and I was then wheeled into a room where I was given my IV by a woman who spoke very little English and acted irritated with me that I didn't know German. Three hours later I was being wheeled back out of the surgery room and back to my semi-private room.

I remember looking at the clock before I went under at it was exactly noon when I was given my IV. It was 1500 when I woke up and was given this weird sponge to stick in my nose; the nurse kept telling me it was for oxygen but it made it harder to breathe. My whole face was itchy and my back really hurt. I remember several nurses walking around the room to other people who were "coming to" after surgery and complaining about the pain. I was given several doses of something that didn't really seem to work because I kept saying I was in pain.

Later, back in my hospital room, I was fading fast after some sort of meds (or maybe it was the pain) and when I awoke Matt was gone and I had no idea where he was. When I had to pee I was given a bed pan and asked to roll a little to one side so it could be slipped underneath me. This was made it very difficult to urinate because I was propped up on the bed pan and it seemed like I was peeing my own bed, I had to turn the TV on so I could concentrate on something else and I think it still took another minute or two to allow myself to pee.

In my hospital room I had my own TV with a phone attached; both of these were hanging from the ceiling and on a rotating device so I could move it around to any position I desired. On the TV there was a nurse call button which I used quite often. I was later told that I had such a "luxury" because of my private Tricare insurance.

The nurses came by each morning after breakfast with our menu choices for lunch and dinner. I guess it was too difficult for them to try to talk to me in German because they stopped asking me what I wanted after the first day and just brought me menu option 1. I could have read it myself and understood what the menu said because I saw one laying on the table after I was well enough to walk and I was very upset that they kept asking my roommate what she wanted but never bothered to ask me. I stopped eating most of what they brought me because after a while one can only eat so much German/Swabian food.

I was in the hospital all day on Monday for blood work and to speak with the anesthesiologist, and the surgeon about my procedure. They talked to us about rehab options and we decided on an in-patient facility in Bad Urach (about 40 mins from Stuttgart) where I could stay the whole three weeks and not worry about driving to and from every day. We wanted a place that offered in-patient care because Matt would be going TAD for 5 weeks while I was under their care. I'm free to come and go as I please on the weekends but during the day Monday-Friday 0700-0500 I'll be on a pretty packed rehab schedule. The rehab facility is called Fachkliniken Hohenurach, it is a pretty popular physical therapy rehabilitation center in the Swabian Alps. Here is an English website but their really isn't much info: http://www.fachklinik-hohenurach.de/index.shtml?en_homepage

I'm very thankful that my nice Doctor, "Professor, Dr. Kessler," allowed Matt to take me home Monday evening at 1900 as long as we returned the next morning at 0700. We were able to meet up with our friends Kate and Gio for dinner at the Hendlhouse before spending the rest of the night together watching TV shows on my laptop in bed.

I didn't get released from the hospital until 2100 on Friday night, and that was only after I proved to the doctor on call that I was well enough to sit around all day in the comfort of my own home versus the hospital. I was up and walking around for two hours before she came to check me out and I was exhausted, but I couldn't take it anymore in that place. The food was terrible, my roommate was starting to annoy me, and the nurses were getting more and more rude. The German "pain" pills didn't even work and I was given this painful shot every night to prevent "Trombosis:" as the Germans said. I looked it up and it means, "the formation of blood clots," or, Thrombosis

I had been on my feet as often as I could handle it since Wednesday with assistance, and since Thursday on my own. Friday morning I took a shower by myself and even though I still couldn't bend or twist, I did a pretty good job of dressing myself...at least my bra and shirt. I was stiff when I got out of bed each morning or if I was on my feet for too long, but it didn't really matter. I felt pain whether I was in bed or up and walking around.

My sexy compression socks

When I did finally leave, I was given a few German pain pills to take home and let me just say, I gave one to Matt for a headache after we looked them up online. I was given Novalgin, and Benuron for mild to moderate pain which are both not marketed in the U.S. Needless to say, I began taking my Tramadol once I got home. No wonder I was in so much pain!

Notes: If you're going to stay at the German hospital for any length of time, make sure you bring your own towels, wash cloths, soap, tooth paste, shower shoes, etc. It's not like staying at a hotel. You will be given a bed with a German blanket and a pillow. You may want to bring your own "non gas" water and American food or snacks as well. There is a small cafe down stairs where you can buy desserts, drinks, small gifts, body wash, shampoo/conditioner, and sandwiches and ice cream but the prices for the toiletries are very high in my opinion.