I had another appointment at Vårdcentralen today. I set off, giving myself plenty of time although last time it meant sitting around for 20 minutes. To be fair, the 20 minutes gave me an opportunity to start writing my post. There was no such opportunity today. As I sat down and took out my phone, the clock ticked round to 2pm and my name was called.
My name was called by today’s nurse, a typically gorgeous Swedish woman with blonde hair, piercing pale blue eyes and a sparkling and bright personality. She also had an excellent command of English, though she claimed she didn’t. And she sounded awfully posh when she said “Half past four.“
As she cleaned and redressed my wound, we chatted about her recent experiences in London. She hadn’t been for around 20 years and, having gone in October, had noticed big differences. She said the place looked really clean, everything looked freshly painted and the London Underground staff were very helpful and friendly.
She also said that she and her husband felt really safe travelling on the Tube late at night. I told her this all sounded like Stockholm. It was then her turn to be shocked, saying she wouldn’t travel on the T-bana at night, claiming it was too dangerous.
Our chat aside, she said, as far as she could tell, that the wound was healing but the yellow stuff (fibrin) needed to go before any real healing could happen. She had a good old scrape, removing a lot of it and asking if it hurt. I said not really, and she shook her head, saying hurting would be good.
She also said blood was good, and was a little too delighted when blood started flowing around the edges of the fibrin.
Having finished, I started to head home on the slowest ever walk back. The reason I’d been reduced to a pathetically slow pace was the ice all around me. The temperature had risen above zero, some snow had melted and heavy traffic areas had become ice bound skating rinks.
A valuable lesson is to stick to the sides of any slippery paths and walk on any snow you spot. Also, don’t rely on your walking stick to save you if it has a rubber ferrule. This proves just as slippery as shoes.
Of course, I had a set of slip on spikes in my pocket. They broke as I tried slipping them onto the bottom of my shoes. They were the medium-sized ones. They didn’t stretch quite far enough. Very annoying.
Anyway, I eventually made it home okay to two very relieved puppies.
I also managed to get Tubby 24 upright in its new stand.
I will remove the netting once Tubby is reasonably refreshed. I filled the holder with water, as instructed.
Then, of course, Mirinda came home to a tumultuous welcome. The house felt complete once again.
