Yes, I survived my various devious examinations at the hands of the experts in the Olten Kanton Hospital and could tell you all about it. Half an hour spent finding and arriving at the place from the railway station and another fifteen minutes finding which part of the hospital I was supposed to visit- it was like a large scale lego building. The first part was quite fun looking at a television screen with a red dot and black and white squares. I thought it was one of those computer games, until she covered one of my eyes with a patch (afterwards the other) and attached three electrodes to my head. The afternoon was the grand finale and the doc arrived and could have a practice on finding where to stick his needle into my back for the best results. After 15 minutes in an embryo postion laying on a bed he had completed the job with 5 tubes of liquid from the back. There was a 6th tube as a practice, but was unfit for use. I could then have a midday olden goldie sleep on a comfortable bed and was then dismissed, not finding anything life threatening or a reason to keep me. I arrived home, fell into the arms of Mr. Swiss at our local station, tired and glad to have it all behind me. I realise that you reach a certain point in life that you do not need all that stuff.
And now back to normal in my own little kitchen at breakfast time, with my usual cup of tea, slice of bread and jam and, of course, a computer. Note the chair on the right at the back, that is where I would be sitting. If I had a selfie stick, which I am still thinking about, you would see me as well, although me in a night dress is not exactly the idea. WordPress might put a censor on my site.
Yesterday morning, before I departed to the unknown for the day, our gardener Jason arrived to repair our lawn. Jason is a nice guy but we, no I was unprepared. Mr. Swiss was at least wearing a trainer. I was in night dress. As the Swiss custom is you always shake hands when someone arrives. At my age I do not get embarrassed, been there and done it often, but I did slip quietly away to pull over my floor length kaftan, that I bought as a bargain in Marrakesh – all the natives seemed to have one. I even bought Mr. Swiss one, with a hood as all the male natives wear one during the day, but over their normal clothes. They are probably used to the heat that wafts in from the desert now and again.
Is it a sign of age or convenience, but I realised yesterday that I no longer want to do journeys so much, at least not all day. I prefer to stay in my own surroundings. I know what to do, where everything is and trust the food I eat. I think I am getting a suspicious complex, but I no longer trust the others. Restaurants where you do not know how they cook the food and where it comes from, doctors that prod around all over your body with needles and attach electrodes and hospitals where you need signs and arrows everywhere so that you know where to go. I even had to stop two young, good looking, doctors in their godly gowns to ask them the way. I mean a little fun should be included.
I had to report to a certain place in the hospital. They directed me to a place with chairs and gave me a number. They said when my number lights up, I can enter the door opposite. It was really only to register that I was there. It was all fully automatic, with flashing lights. I was impressed. My number was 45. As you can see when I reached this waiting place, it was only at No. 43 so I had to wait a few mintues. Afterwards I arrived in an office when a young lady, old enough to be my daughter, no granddaughter, checked my particulars. Of course she already had it all in the computer, but I could have been an imposter. I am sure most of us would love to have examinations of the nerves, really something completely different.
Enough chattered this morning. I am just happy to be able to clean the bathroom and the doors and cook lunch, like a normal day and not have to go on safari to an unknown place with trains and busses. I now realises how my feline feels when she goes to the vets, competely torn out of her normal surroundings, lost and distraught.
Enjoy the day and remember, stay in the places you know, especially on the computer. The cyber world is a dangerous place and you might arrive on a web site where things are lurking in the shadows of the bytes.