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How being a Finn will be the death of me

Wednesday 7/31/13 - Ellie Von Bun

I was supposed to write this post way before the last one, so now that I have even more health problems, this is even more accurate.

I'm quite typical Finnish person. I like my own company, I stare at feet and ceilings a lot and understate pretty much everything I can.

Typical job interview with me would go something like this:

Interviewer: What would you say is your qualities that makes you a good employee?

Me: Well I don't know, I guess I'm not late that often and I do try to work as much as I can. I think I'm okay.

Interviewer: Do you have anything to show from your past work?

Me: Well I do have this, but it's ugly though, and it has this and this going on that's not quite right, oh hell, this is bad, don't hate me. I tried!

Interviewer: Umm, okay, so what can you give to our company, what is your thing that makes us want to work with you?

Me: The hell I'm supposed to know, I guess I get along with people. Well, at least when I get to know to everybody. Well, I do have problems with female coworkers sometimes. Well, I'm actually not a big people person at all. Okay, scratch that, I suck and you don't want me.

This is just an illustration, almost based on a true story but not quite.

That kind of overly modest "Nah, I'm not that good in the end" works for health issues too. "Oh I'm not that sick." "Dude, you're bleeding!" "It'll stop at some point STOP PRESSURING ME!"

I do the same. I whine of being ill or in pain, but I never see it enough of an issue to actually visit a doctor.

So then I'll stay whiny little bitch just because do I REALLY need a doctor for my not-painful-at-all issues? And when I finally give in and decide to see a doctor I just lie my ass off. Well not lie, just understate!



Not gonna fix these typos.


Yeah, I see the typo here too but it's just too much effort to fix that. Off. Jump off a bridge. You get the drill.



Oh I'm not covered in blood, my sheets are red. An the blurry thing on the floor is the mess I always have.

All of these things have happened.

And quite many times I've been sent home just with "you may or may not have something".

For example that liver infection case, the doctor didn't really know how sick I actually was until she saw the lab results. After that she told me that my body had gone through quite a thing and original flu is nothing  in comparison. Oh. I may have had my brave face on (even though me crying on the reception and sleeping in an empty room might have given some clue).

I'll probably one day get stabbed and suffer couple days before I actually have the courage to go to doctor.

And the funny thing is, I'm again with the similar situation. This time I'm going to a doctor next month and I'm quite sure I will tell nothing to the guy. I'm just exhaaausted and tired and can't really function. But that's nothing, really. Maybe? Should I overstate my being and be considered wildly ill?

Can't wait for the cancer and the pain it'll cause. "Nah, it's nothing, I'll just die in peace here".

No wonder I'm all hypochondriac with all this crappy health things going on. At least my superlotions are starting to save my tattoo. That psoriasis is letting go its grip slowly but surely. Well, not surely, but at least slowly. Better than nothing!

Except all elsewhere of my body. Getting new ones every day.

Other things, it takes a couple months before I get my doggie. She'll get here, just a bit late. Then millions of pictures!

I also have brilliant idea for my next post, so stay tuned. It might suck too, but that's just more fun! Your frustrated little faces all bummed out of my laziness. :) Wish I had some photos of those faces. Would made my day.

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Wheel of (mis)fortune!

Wednesday 7/17/13 - Ellie Von Bun

So this has been hanging on my site for some time now.


And no it doesn't bug me a bit. Nope. Na'a. Not a chance.

Holy bathole batman, hell yeah it annoys me and the worst part of it is I have no idea how to fix that. All my pride in my work is gone and I feel beaten.

Oh well, who cares. I'll fix that when the time is right.

So I moved!


Ignore the undone bed and the toilet paper roll (allergies, I swear!).

I didn't take pictures of the kitchen (that is on the right) nor bathroom (which is behind), I just don't care enough. Well it's an awesome place with that balcony thingy so woohoo! And cheap too!

If you want to know, it's Freaks and Geeks running on the TV. Of course you want to know.

In the other news I got a job. Yay me! It happened couple weeks ago, I got a phone call to come to an interview the very day and I went and by the end of the interview I was hired.

And holy smokes I adore my job. I'm doing layouts (like I designed and created this one oh so long ago!) mainly and CSS -thingies so that's what I do. And it's brilliant. It's a temporary position for now, but we'll see. I might be good enough to continue, who knows!

So all is good, eh?

Nothing bad or annoying can happen when things roll so nicely?

Well so happened that my tattoo never just got better, so I went to a doctor who knew nothing, but mentioned about psoriasis and recommended a dermatologist. Then I destroyed a whole lot of antibiotics with my body. And nothing.

So to the dermatologist I went and ho behold, psoriasis it is. Can't say for sure when, how and why it now has acted up, but most likely it was the god forbidden liver infection that triggered that thing up. I understood that quite often psoriasis need some sort of infection to lure its ugly head out and as things fit so nicely, that might be it. Some might blame the tattoo, but in my opinion it's just the sufferer. It got okay somewhat around the infection and it was until the touch-up when it never got healed. And it looks like the rash just has taken it over and won't let go.


It looks better now as I've been feeding lotions to it and now I have super strong killer lotions too. It looked bad earlier when the skin came off. That was.. bad. And as you can see, it's only few areas that act up (the other red is actual coloring work not to be mixed up). You can imagine my worries about continuing infections in the tattoo but then again, I did have these.


That's an almost healed psoriasis caused rash thingy. I think this was the first and biggest of them, I do have more of those, unhealed, smaller and counting. Just yesterday I noticed a few on my arm, sooo they are definitely creeping up from my feet to my face.

Yup, had one on my face too. Still there. Sucks monkey balls.

So my life is like a Pokémon game of diseases. Gotta catch 'em all! I wish the liver infection would already be far in my past and not give me anymore shit but nope, here we are.

And it's starting to be like something new for every year. So shall we make a bet for next year? Lactose intolerant is already tested, so I can give really good odds for that to happen. Other things could be cancer, hypothyroidism, autism, ADHD (still not diagnosed) or any other cool thing, physical or psychical, I'm on it. Oh and have to test sometime if I'm barren etc.

So that's about it, on the other hand all these cool things happen and it's all good. But then there's my health that fails me, year by year. Hell. Ass.

Oh and I'm getting a dog. She should arrive next month. ;)

Leave a comment. Keywords: psoriasis, celiacs, IBS, dog