2010
09.16
Flemingsberg, view from Huddinge Hospital

Flemingsberg, view from Huddinge Hospital

Today I went to a hospital to meet a neurologist. I was afraid and slightly panicky, as always when I’m going to places I’ve never been before to meet people I’ve never met before. But I got there in time (an hour before appointment) and I spent the hour drinking cola with the Helper before he left, and taking photos of the living sashimi (fish) in the aquarium, and listening to music while drawing. The neurologist got time for me about ten minutes early and decided that taking in a Pao was a lot more satisfying than getting a ten-minute break, so I got in early. And she talked to me for almost an hour. In the end she still had no idea what was wrong, but at least she had ruled out most dangerous things, so I’ll probably survive. She gave me clues on what to be looking out for, and told me to contact her again in another month or so if it doesn’t get better, or earlier if it gets worse.

After this soothing diagnosis (“I have no idea what it is, but it’s not these deadly or dangerous conditions, at least”), I wandered around the hospital for several hours, taking photos of stairs and the view from the top floor windows. And some strange paintings. And invisible vases beside the Section For Specialist Psychiatry…

Empty cabinets, sign "Flower vases"

Empty cabinets, sign "Flower vases"

Or like this, closer up… Perhaps it is some kind of test? If you can see the invisible vases, you are allowed to come in? Who knows?

Empty cabinets, sign "Flower vases"

Empty cabinets, sign "Flower vases"

Sign "section for specialist psychiatry"

Sign "section for specialist psychiatry"

I don’t know. All in all, I had a good day. Tomorrow I’m going to drink coffee or something in Kista, with an abban from Turkey. He has been here for the summer, but he is going back home soon. We may or may not meet again, because the world is small and we happened to meet now by circumstances, so why not again? But probably not, so I’ll bid him farewell and I wish him the best.

I want to go and hit a bit at the keyboard, but now when I’m learning the recorder a bit better, an unfortunate side-effect is me remembering that I have never learnt how to play the piano, and it feels like I’m mostly just hitting things at random, hoping to make pretty noises.
So I don’t dare to sit down and try, because it feels like I’m silly for trying when I haven’t tried to learn how to do it seriously. Oh, I love my logic sometimes.

I miss my griffin, my lizard and my kadan. I will try to go to Marrawa tomorrow after the coffee/tea-drinking. I will try to stay at least one night. Hopefully two. But then I will have things to do. The plants that can be saved must be saved. Snakes must be fed. I am getting a bit stressed.

And the elections… bleh. But I found a nice folder today, with the words “Vote or die” on the cover. Made me laugh, on the train and all. Now it is time to decide who will fuck up this country for the coming four years.
Whohooo. \o/

So tired. I should drink tea now.

/pao – 16 sept 2010 – 22.31

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