Instant flatmate part 2

As quickly as he materialized, our instant flatmate made his exit again today.

Leaving behind a bottle of wine and a block of chocolate.

Certainly an episode like no other I’ve experienced before.

In any case, I wish him all the best and that things will work out for him in New Zealand.

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Instant flatmate

Flat sharing.

With more than 20 years of flat sharing experience under my belt, I’d say I’m a veteran at it. A veteran who’s seen it all.

Not so.  Today, life presented me with a totally new experience.

The instant flatmate.

We’ve had a room sitting empty for about 3 weeks now. Quite a few people looking, very nice people and I’d given the room to each of them. But there’s heaps out there at the moment so people can find the perfect place. And ours just hadn’t been perfect for anyone so far.

Then Simon. I met him a couple of weeks ago at a meetup in town when he had just arrived. Two suitcases, Kiwi girlfriend.

A few days later an email from a mutual friend telling me Simon might be interested in our room. More mails back and forth. Appointment made for a viewing this afternoon at 2pm.

2:35pm and still no Simon. So I grab my backpack to get my groceries done. Nearly out the door when a cab pulls up in front of the house.

From the cab emerges Simon. Plus two suitcases.

I off to the shops. Celery and salad for me. Sheets and a duvet for the bed a previous flatmate had left behind in the garage. Which is now furnishing our vacant room. Or rather formerly vacant room.

I’ve never had anyone move in like that. On the next day, yes. But not instantly.

Not sure for how long my instant flatmate will stay, maybe a week or two he said. We’ll keep on looking for someone more long term while Simon sees where his surprise move will take him.

Boringly good

The last few weeks were mental. Mental but great.

There was hardly a day (or rather night) where I got enough sleep, it was that full on.

But I’m a firm believer in that life never puts more on your plate than you can handle. And instead of feeling overwhelmed, I felt honoured that life thought I was up to the challenge.

Thanks to firmly sticking with my health programme, I came out the other end with my body and sanity intact.

Gregor still hasn’t found a job, and I’m still waiting to be allocated a citizenship ceremony.

But I’ve learnt a lot about myself.

And then I had I had the most amazing dental check=up ever.

I have come to like dental check-ups anyway, as my dentist usually says nice things about my teeth and I leave with a couple of dollars less in my pocket but reassured that all is well and good.

But this time was different. This time, it was like entering dental nirvana.

BORINGLY GOOD TEETH.

That’s my dentist’s assessment of the state of my teeth.

Can you imagine a bigger compliment?

I left with a huge smile that lasted the rest of the day.

There’s probably few people in their 40s who can say that their dental health is getting better.

How I’ve achieved this?

Surprise side effect of my health programme.

Big change, big news

So much has been happening this year, and it just keeps going.

I had a feeling that it would be a big year for Gregor and I, and that’s what it’s been. A big year. In captial letters. BIG.

Next week, Gregor will move in.

He still hasn’t found a new job despite all his job hunting. There’s not much point for him to hang on to Auckland any longer so why not to try his luck here. And hopefully find it!

Funny really how things work out. One of  our goals at the outset of the year was to move in together. With the intent that I would move up to Auckland.

Instead, it’s Gregor making the big move. Into a very different life. It’s a huge change for him in so many ways. City, climate, housing, lifestyle. But with change comes opportunity. And I will certainly do my bit for us to have the best possible life here for us.

Not so much a big change but a big achievement for me is that in a couple of months, I’ll be taking up NZ citizenship. My application’s been approved and now I’m waiting to be allocated a citizenship ceremony to do my affirmation.

This was another big goal that I’m now quite confident I will achieve.

At work, it’s really difficult at them moment. Think of 1500 people not exactly knowing what their role is in the post restructure world that we now work in.

All I know that my job will be very different in future. I just hope that it’ll play to my strengths.

My self designed health programme that I’ve started in April and have been further developing ever since continues to be a huge success. It’s quite costly and time consuming, but so worth it.

Every day is filled with new learning and experiences, some challenging, but always rewarding.

When I set myself a goal a couple of years ago for my life to change in some way to give me much better quality of life, I had envisaged a move, more money, a better home.

None of this has happened.

But what has is that I have changed. My body, my mind, my spirit. And with it my quality of life. For the better. Much better.

My life isn’t easy. Who’s life is, really.

But I’m loving it. And whatever may come will be just right for me.

Head vs heart. Ego vs essence.

Funny how things in life often culminate.

Head vs heart. Ego vs essence. That’s the battle within me right now.

In my job, I need to decide if I am going to go with the position I’ve been mapped to, or whether I should make a submission to be placed somewhere else. My mapped position appeals to my intellect. Somewhere else to my heart as that’s what I’m passionate about.

I know that I should not go against my gut feel. But my intellect and my pride in it are having a hard time to accept this.

Similar for my health work. My body is now clearly telling me that there’s something missing in my current juice fasting regime. But my ego is keen as mustard to complete the 8 weeks of just juice that I set myself as a goal. Just for the sake of being able to say that I did a whole 8 weeks of juice fasting and wow isn’t this amazing.

And I know that I should not go against my body’s signals but my ego is making a stink about it.

I will sleep over this and then decide. But really, I know what the decision should be. Go where my heart wants to be and respect what’s good for my body.

 

Hung up on the one I loved

Mid 90s.

Young woman. Young man. Perfect fit, mind body soul. Click. Lock. STUCK.

Connection hard-wired into unsuspecting brain and body. No fading, no letting go.

If mid 90s He came into my room, mid 90s part of Me would throw herself into his arms.

It all ended in disaster. Together, we created carnage. Leaving behind a big mess in each other’s hearts and lives. Me vs You.

My life is all neat and orderly now and I bet his is, too. On the surface, things are looking as they should. On the SURFACE.

Until I started digging. A moment of clarity, striking gold. The red hot pain of love found and lost. Infernal love’s glowing embers ready to burst into a big blaze again. Occupying a part of my heart to this day. He occupying a part of my heart to this day. No Entry sign up and strictly enforced.

This is not a love story. Or a story about the power of love. It’s about the power of emotional blockages and the hold they can take over our lives. My life.

As long as He is still taking up a corner of my  heart, I cannot fully give it to anyone else. No matter how hard I try. This  deep connection made 20 years ago preventing such depth of connection ever since.

I’ve been working on dissolving my side of the bond created so long ago since November last year. It’s like going through a relationship break-up. That happened in November. November 2016 not in April 1997!

Does it hurt? Miseryl in fact.

Have I made progress? Forgiving Him and forgiving Myself has unfolded into compassion and kindness. No Entry sign still hanging on but faded and rusty.

One day it’ll be history. Not dead and forgotten but history. Distant memory of a time long gone. A chapter in the book of stories of my life.

Therapy to heal myself.

 

Surfing Foveaux Strait

May. The month of joy in my home country Germany.

May 2017 in NZ. The wildest ride on the ocean of life I’ve ever experienced.

It’s like surfing Foveaux Strait between the bottom of the South Island and Stewart Island. Notoriously rough. One of the roughest stretches of water in the world I’ve heard.

May has taken me from deep sadness to jubilant joy, then cold fear, then calm happiness..

All I know is that May 2017 is life changing for me. I’m not sure yet how but just about everything possible seems to happen this month.

Death of a friend..

Approval of my application to retain German citizenship while taking up NZ citizenship.

Massive detox and rejuvenation success making me feel 20 years younger (seriously!) with the added wisdom of my 40-odd years..

Total uncertainty around my future at work where of all places, I’ve been mapped into the Finance department as part of the restructure..

Having sharp vision again at the computer at work after many months of vision training.

Genuine interest in my work in health and healing by a small number of people I know.

Re-connection with a cousin who I had no contact with since I was a teenager and with who I seem to share a lot of life’s learnings.

There is a flow now in my life that is amazing. After years of stagnation, things are on the move, big time. I’m prepared that my life will change a lot over the next few months or year.

In fact, I look forward to whatever there will be and embrace it.

Life isn’t easy – life is awe inspiring.

Legacy

Gone so suddenly
Seems like yesterday when we last spoke
Friend much greater
Than I knew before you left

Seed in my heart of hope
And belonging
With courage I will build
On what you planted.

For Rob.

Germany vs NZ: Healthcare

It’s been nearly 10 years now that I moved to NZ. And therefore nearly 10 years since my last tetanus vaccination which I had done just before I left.

Time to see my GP (‘Hausarzt”) here.

As opposed to Germany where you can just go to your GP without an appointment, it’s a must here to make an appointment. This might be different if it’s something really urgent, but otherwise you don’t stand a chance to get to see the doctor.

The next big difference is that upon arrival, you’re probably one of maybe 2 or 3 people in the waiting room. And no way you have a chance to read one of the magazines there. You’ve barely sat down and picked up a magazine when the doctor calls you to see you.

Yes you’ve heard it all right, there are literally no waiting times. Your appointment time IS the time you’ll see the doctor, give or take a couple of minutes.

So I got my booster shot done, plus a smear test which I was due for. Smear test at the GP???? you might think? Yes ALL basic healthcare is done by your GP, even the female stuff. And note that a smear test is only done every 2 years based on research that shows that doing it annually doesn’t deliver any additional benefits.

But the differences don’t stop here. When leaving, you don’t just walk out. Or if you did the nurse would come after you pretty quickly. Time to fork out the doctor’s fees which for my visit were $58 for my vaccination, $69 for the doctor plus $5 for materials he used.

Bill paid, I left with a lab request in hand for a routine blood test as I’m now approaching the ‘danger zone’  as he calls it being in my mid 40s.

You see, GPs don’t take blood samples here. For this purpose, there’s labs specialised in this. Off I went to the lab. Thankfully, blood tests are government funded so no need to dig out some dosh this time.

Maybe you wonder why I don’t just get health insurance to have it all paid for. in fact, I am insured, like around 30% of people in NZ. But when taking out insurance, you realise pretty quickly that the full package would be rather costly. So it’s best to tailor it to your situation and get cover for what’s really important: Diagnostics and surgical stuff.

Yes you can get access to all of this through the government funded public system. But there’s a problem here: Wait lists. Long wait lists. People dying off wait lists, or what started off as a problem having grown into a big problem by the time it’s your turn.

Hence me having taken out health insurance. But there’s another reason why I’ve not gone for the full monty. Even the most comprehensive package available here won’t give you the coverage that you get through what’s compulsory health insurance in Germany.

Germany has an absolutely top notch fantastic health insurance system. Something I wasn’t really aware of until I emigrated for the green NZ pastures.

I say it again. Germany is AWESOME when it comes to healthcare and health insurance. Think about it next time you’re about to complain…

What concerns medications, some are government subsidised i.e. cheaper whereas for others you pay the full commercial costs. This can be quite hard or even impossible for some people in particular those with serious or chronic diseases. Imagine you have to pay out of your own pocket for some medication that could make a real difference to you but it’s so new and/or expensive that you have to pay for it yourself.

Guess what happens. Some people do fund raising to scratch together the money they need for a particular treatment. No joke.

Let’s get back to medications. So your GP might have prescribed something and prescription in hand, you make your way to the next pharmacy. The pharmacist there will by no means give you a branded and labelled package of pills. What he does is put the pills the doctor prescribed into a little container or cardboard box, prints off a label including instructions how to take your medications, plus a copy of  the general information about the medication (‘Beipackzettel”).

You won’t get to see original packaging. Stuff is bought in bulk and then given to you in the amounts you need. Not more. No unneeded pills going into the bin.

In a nutshell, the system here works well if you have money. If you don’t there’s some challenges here that you wouldn’t have to worry about in Germany.

So if you’re in Germany, next time you find yourself stuck in a waiting room full of other people and still waiting to see the doctor despite the appointment you had made for what now is 2 hours ago, think again  (as you’ll have plenty of time in this situation anyway….). Yes the waiting times in Germany are really, really bad.

But all the rest is being taken care of  courtesy of your health insurance.