Dexter on a train

I'm leaving tomorrow.
The course starts on Monday at 16pm but I need some time to get used to the city and establish myself in my new hideout.

My backpack is pretty big and it’s so heavy a fellow might believe it’s filled with bloody stones.
Monday. The starting day of the course – and Caroline's birthday.
She went home to her family yesterday and it felt a bid sad when we said farewell at the station.

I converted some movies and some episodes of Dexter season one to watch on the train. I just saw the first episode of the series and was totally blown away by the high level of excitement. Adding that to the fact that it’s about the paradox of being a serial killer and a blood splatter expert on the Miami Homicide Agency just spins it up even more.


Scrubs is awesome - Dexter is even more awesome...

New hair - New possibilities

I thought it was time to deal with my hair once and for all. So Caroline and I decided to cut it all off, and voila! Now I look proper in a suit and my beloved shirts that I bought.

Why didn't I cut a shorter haircut before?...

2010 and I'm fit for fight

Christmas and New Year’s Eve was a blast.
A lot of food and social manners, I kind of like that.

Getting together with my relatives is always so much fun, too bad I couldn’t join Caroline's celebration too. Since she is from another city we had to split up.
Now it’s 2010 and it’s still strange not typing two zeros in a row, one kind of got used to that after nine years of 200x.

What’s more important is that I’m preparing for Stockholm. My parents gave me a lot of studying material like pencils, notebooks and office material this Christmas so I’m fit for fight.
My mother was also kind enough to give me money for train tickets so I can come home every once in a while. I guess she has missed me a bit ever since I moved out.

Busy planning the journey...

Trying to find the discipline

I’m trying to study, but as I mentioned before, my discipline is not high enough. There’re too many things distracting me.
Also I figured that living the last months as freely as possible might be a good idea, I mean, the next year will be pretty busy.

I spoke with my relative in Stockholm about the living conditions etc, and they are far too kind. I picture the room pretty big, with a double bed and I also got my own bathroom with shower. That’s great because I like late showers.

It’s close, but first Christmas with my family is on the schedule as well as the New Year’s eve with my friends.
Today it's me and my girlfriend Caroline's 2nd anniversary. Two years together and counting.

Taking it slow these days...

Tactical First Aid

Right in the middle of preparations for the upcoming Christmas celebration I thought I could give you readers a closer look at my time in the military.

As you already know by reading my "who am I?"-column to the right I was stationed as a Paramedic Corporal in the Swedish Army.
Our platoon had both a mobile field hospital and paramedics going into the battlefield with our "ambulances".
Due to a bad financial budget that year we didn't get all the material and gear we originally should have, e.g. the SISU Terrain Vehicle.


Instead we drove around in the Swedish terrain picking up badly injured soldiers in the most simple terrain vehicles without bullet rejecting armour protection. They were ugly, narrow and non tech but still very reliable and traffic-able in the tough terrain.



During the time in the Paramedic Platoon we learned how to give Tactical First Aid, treat severe injuries like shot wounds, grenade blast injuries and amputated limbs etc. We did actually not see any real injuries until our practice in the ER's but before then we trained on marked injuries in scenarios made up by our legendary Paramedic Lieutenant.



After three to four months of Basic Soldier Training the platoon was introduced to the Paramedic training. We moved from our location in Skövde to the Military Medical Centre of Gothenburg where we began the three month long education. The atmosphere at the Medical Centre was totally different and it was like going to the university.

When our platoon was re-gathered in Skövde for our grand finale - the battalion training mission - we felt confident in our role as a paramedic platoon.
We had a lot of training in executing the building of our mobile hospital as well as packing it down and move it to another location.


We were demobbed and examined in the 12th of November 2008.

I can honestly say that I really miss it...

Aerobic, Adenitis and Anaemia

I just found my old, dusty anatomy book in a shelf in my parents’ house.
I think I’m going to pre study for the pre course, hah. Just to repeat some basic stuff, the more knowledge you already have the deeper you may dig into the subject.
It’s also about time for me to start measuring my own study discipline. For all that I know it’s on a rather low level, yet. Time will tell.
Just found a pretty amazing list of common medical terms on the web. It’s a dictionary from A-Z but since it was in some shitty *.php format it took me the whole day to print screen, copy and paste over and over – still totally worth it, thou.

Words. I like words, especially medical words...

About the course

If you would like to read about the course thoroughly you can visit:


Medical Doctor International PreMed Studies




"With you, all the way", that sounds like a fair motto, hope its true all the way too...

English everywhere

Since the teacher, Dr. Moshe, is from Israel the course is held in English. This is the first time I’m going to study in another language – except for my German class and the not so productive class in English during high school.

...............................................................picture from M.D int. website

My biggest fear is that reading massive texts about for example anatomy or a heavy subject like that is going to break me.
But I have to rely on what I already know, after all,.
I’m writing this blog in English. Perhaps it will stick with me when I get accepted to an university.
Well, perhaps is not the right word, let me rephrase that:
When I get accepted, not if, this blog will still be updated, after all, that’s when all the fun really begins.

I will shape my future, in one way or another...