Remember how I was talking about those godforsaken ugly clothes and how I would bring my own doctor’s coat? And so I did. The difference between the nursing clothes and my coat is that it has short sleeves, is longer and does not come with horrible trousers. That is what doctors in The Netherlands wear. Apparently, that is also not what they had in mind in Iceland. The doctors in Iceland wear a coat with long sleeves, no trousers and it’s a bit shorter than our coat. So not that much of a difference right? Wrong. After having worn my lovely coat all morning including during lunchtime the specialist of my department, who I was going to see some outpatients with,  said what awful clothing I was wearing. I’m sorry? She quickly went with me to the basement where the clothes are stored and made sure I got one of these coats all of the Icelandic doctors wear. The people working there were already wondering where the hell I got my coat from. The specialist and them were talking and laughing a bit and on the way back to the outpatient clinic she said I looked like a lab (or tech) guy from the pressure cabine (where they treat people with diving sickness) or even the women who take bloodsamples from patients for tests. I was actually kind of insulted, I like my coat! But I guess it’s just not what they’re used to here. As my roommate and fellow intern Cécile stated: “So…You were there as pretty much the only asian guy in the hospital wearing, in whatIcelandic people would say, women’s hospital clothings?” That’s my bad karma for laughing at you guys (and the wind kept blowing like mad!), right there.

This day was tiresome and I’m not sure why. Probably the same reason as it would have been in The Netherlands though: getting up at 06.30 o’clock is just not doing it for me. O well, time to go to bed.