From the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape... We must pick out what is good for us where we can find it.
Pablo Picasso

Saturday, October 29, 2011

intimate post. about work.

me.
at six. maybe seven.

After high school graduation, I had to figure out what I wanted out of life. I was 18 years old. I thought about medical school. Nope. Too long. I thought about becoming an engineer. I liked mathematics. But... no. Too technical. Wanted to study people more than machines, structures or materials.


I made this compromise : a little bit of medicine and a little bit of biomechanics. Yes, I was going to become a physical therapist. A "PT".
I went to university in Brussels to study physical therapy. Four years.


I hated it.
I hated to study physical agents, vestibular balance rehabilitation, prosthetics and orthotics, goniometry, muscle testing, motion analysis, biofeedback, proprioceptive facilitation... Arggghh!
But, I liked every class related to medicine. Anatomy. Histology. Cardiology...
I realized that I had made a huge mistake when I was in my third year. I should have gone to medical school.


After graduation, I was 22 years old.
I wanted to become a physician.


Friends and family told me to get a job. I would earn money and I would forget about going to med school.
And, that's what I did. I worked as a PT in a hospital. A whole year. Cardio-vascular rehabilitation. Musculoskeletal rehabilitation. Pulmonary rehabilitation.
Hated. Hated. Hated it.
Wanted to make diagnoses.


Finally, I decided to go to med school. Seven years. Three bachelors and 4 masters.
I was 29 when I graduated.
In the mean time I got married.


After those 7 years, you have to choose a medical speciality.
Surgery? Internal medicine? Pediatrics? Gynecology? six more years.
Ophthalmology? Dermatology? five more years.


I choose to become a gastroenterologist. It's a subspecialty of internal medicine.
I've finished the three first years of residency last september.
I'm now beginning the fellowship program. Three more years to go.
Then, I'll be an attending physician.
Hope you'll all be there to celebrate with me.


me.
now. 32 years old.

 first polyp I took out of a large bowel.
last week.
didn't expect endoscopy to be so difficult.

Monday, October 17, 2011

baby book

Some pages in my baby book :
cover
 june 2010 : delivery room
 first prints
 first haircut
As you can see, I'm a red head.
She's not.
Oh and, I was really fat there. And still breast feeding. Since then, I've lost 10 kg (22 pounds).

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

ladybird on my car

Is someone trying to tell me something?
Am I going to be lucky?
But I already am.
Lucky.
What a week!

Monday, October 10, 2011

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Monday, October 3, 2011

scrapbook experience

The second workshop I took last week-end was with CĂ©line Navarro, a french scrapbook artist.
I made a girly album with pictures of Margot when she was about one year old.
This is the outside cover...
 ... and this is the inside :
The whole thing was very easy to make. We used three pieces of cardboard (big ones for the covers and a thin one for the spine) and bounded them with masking tape. Did you notice my gorgeous polka dots masking tape?
Then, we glued a spiral bound booklet on the right panel :
details of stamps :
Not bad for a first time? Don't you think?


Scrapbookers have a bunch of fancy supplies!!!
Embossing powders, gorgeous papers, stamps (anything you can think of), glitter inks, beads, brads, shiny eyelets, stickers, colorful rub-ons (and ribbons), tags, masking tapes, spray paint, stencils...
Problem is that everything is very expensive :(
I bought some gorgeous masking tape though.
I think that art journalers don't need all that stuff. Paint (even cheap one), regular glue and favorite pens is all we really need.
But it was fun fun fun to play! And I'll certainly attend to scraptastic 2012.