It was -10 this morning when I went out to shovel snow. I’m expecting a couple of deliveries this week so I needed to make the driveway accessible. There’s also the fact that Mirinda will be back on Friday and will need to get Max out.
Obviously, given the temperature, I wrapped up with a multitude of layers including two pairs of gloves. Though, as I shovelled, layers were discarded. The sweat was pouring out of my head, so the beanie went very quickly. By the time I finished and returned to the house, I was steaming hot.
Looking towards the road, I realised I’d made the driveway Max rather than giant car sized. Hopefully any deliveries will be fine. Or from the road.
Shortly after shovelling, I headed for the Vårdcentralen for my weekly dressing change and toe check. Today my nurse was Carin. She’s the third nurse to examine and wrap up my foot.
Carin is retired but, due to a shortage of nurses, she often comes in to work a shift. She said it had been a long time since she’d had to speak English. I think she was happy to practice.
She told me that she’d spent some of the 1960’s in London; that she was a bit of a hippy. I said that must have been well cool. She agreed. Well, she did after I explained what ‘well cool’ meant.
Carin also told me that the reason I was prescribed antibiotics was because the black stuff, having been analysed in the lab, had revealed some bacteria (I’m convinced it was sock germs), indicating infection, so the antibiotics are to be on the safe side. When it came time for the big reveal, the wound appeared to be improving. Though, she said it wouldn’t properly heal until the yellow stuff (she didn’t know the word in English) had gone.
Given the reaction last time I posted a photo of the wound, I won’t be repeating that. Instead, here’s a photo of the end of the corridor near where I was waiting.
Carin also told me that she was originally from Stockholm and when she moved to Trosa (years ago) she was seen as a foreigner (a noll åtta) because of her big city accent. It took a long time for her to be accepted.
Another thing that Carin said was that a lot of older people are moving to Trosa because of the gangs in Södertälje. This was somewhere we did not want to move to. Looks like the decision was correct. Mind you, who knows if the threat is real or assumed.
I know the gangs are real but I also know how the media works.
As the sun set, we hunkered down for the evening. All mys and hygge.
