Memories

Packing boxes with mixed feelings. I believe Söderhamn is going to be perfect for me but I’ll miss home. Umeå is home for me. I’ve been moving around alot and I know what it’s like feeling strongly for places, but I’ve never decided a certain city is my home. I just feel like Umeå is. For the first time in 10 years, since I left my parent’s home to start high school in Lycksele. I wonder what it’s gonna be like now that I decided I’m not gonna live in the city i call my home.

I’ve been going through my papers and i realized i’ve got alot of experience. Found paper work from Spain, from job contracts, hospital visits for aquilles tendinosis and hematology (nothing serious, i’m healed now) and they brought me some strong memories back… I also found some cards I’ve kept from when i worked in English Camp in Cardedeu. I worked in summer camp for spanish kids a couple of years ago and stayed with my ex-boyfriend (who is spanish and whom i had met a year before this summer, when i lived in Spain). Anyway, that was my 22:nd birthday and my plan was that nobody would find out. I don’t remember how they found out, probably because my boss knew it was my birthday from all the paper work or something and she told someone and then they told all the kids… or something like that, i don’t really remember, only that they did find out and they would all start singing ”Happy birthday” several times.. once as they were having lunch and I was talking on the phone with my dad and then Antju would get ALL 50 kids started and they just chanted happy birthday as loudly as they could… i was embarassed, and i remember blushing, but i also remember smiling, because it’s so tipically espanish =) Anyway, so i got plenty of cards from the kids (3-16 year-olds, divided into different age groups) that they made in Arts and Crafts (even if that was not their main task)… I had such a good time that summer, I will never forget the people from Cardedeu. I actually wanted to get a tattoo in their memory, on my lower arm saying ”M’en recordo de vosaltres” which is catalan for ”I remember you”.

I also had another memory as I was looking at one of my diagnosis papers from L’Hospital de Mataró. Now I laugh about it but I remember how extremely pissed off i was at the time.

My aquilles tendon had started aching alot. It hurt especially stretching it and i couldn’t put my foot down anymore. I kindof understood it was due to over-exercising and running alot, but i never knew exactly the reason to my diagnosis… actually i never knew my diagnosis was ”Aquilles tendinosis”, because they never told me, I just read it now. 

So, I went there, explained my issue to the nurse and got to see a doctor. The doctor had a look at me and decided i should inmobilize and stabilize my tendon by having my toes poining down and then he plasted my whole leg with the foot in that position all the way up to my knee!! And all because i had a minor little-to-care-about pain in my aquilles tendon. I was pissed off and wouldn’t talk to the doctor. He was nice, the poor guy and tried to make conversation with me but i was so angry cause i knew i couldn’t do sports and i would look like i had broken my leg. And also i would have to go on sick-leave! I worked in a sport’s store and i ran around alot working there..  

And here comes the best part: When I was done getting my leg and foot plasted with my foot dorsally extended the doctor wondered if i had anyone that would come and get me by car. ”No.” Was my short but effective answer, because i WAS getting back the same way i got there: by walking. So the doctor told me that i shouldn’t walk in my condition, and so nicely offered me a wheel chair. I looked at him. Thinking ”he’s kidding me, right?!” I was so not gonna get back home with my leg wrapped in heavy gypsum and sitting in a wheel chair just because my aquilles tendon wasn’t cooperating to 100%

But apparently this conservative treatment was effective, after 6 weeks I was healed and i was able to get back to exercising fully again relatively quickly. So my conclusion: Spanish health care works just fine!

Moooore memories came back sorting out my papers, but im really tired now and i have great sport’s medicine classes tomorrow. Only a week to go! I can’t believe it… i will miss Umeå so much, especially sport’s med and IKSU and my FRIENDS!! Gonna have a goodbye party next week.. moving the furniture this weekend, dad’s coming over, so i also have to finish packing.

Sleep tight!! And a couple of words along the road: Never be afraid to try things out even if they’re risky and uncomfortable, you will only smile once you’ve done it and it’s turned into a sweet memory =)

LET’S TWIST AGAIN song =) ”Do you remember when.. things were really hummin” !! you gotta love it, it makes me feel good =)

An epic hangover

We all have drunk-stories to tell, or something that happened the day after, right ?? Yesterday was the grand premiere for the barbecue season, and I had a barbecue-dinner with a couple of friends in the sun. We talked about this subject, and I remembered something that happened during my first year of university, about 4 years ago.

I had been out and ended up sleeping somewhere else. When I left that place I somehow decided I should sleep on the stairs, on the second floor (out of three) in this student residence. When I woke up a couple of hours later, on the stairs, I realized I forgot my purse. The thing is that I forgot where I slept before, if I had gone up the stairs or down the stairs to end up on the stairs on the second floor. And I really had to figure it out, because in my purse I had both keys, wallet and mobile phone, which is pretty useful to have in your posession.. I think I decided to start on the first floor. It was like 11 am so I rang a bell.. got really told off by a fat chick ”who do you think you are to ring the bell at eleven in the morning ??!!…….. on a Sunday !!” Yea, right.. i didn’t even bother to answer, but just entered the hall to see if i could find the guy’s apartment. Fuck sake, is it too much to ask to open the door to the hallway or is walking angrily for 10 seconds getting her out of breath ?? Anyway, it wasn’t there so i just moved on to the next hall, and this is where the funny thing starts:

When I rang just a random door bell, out of the 8 or 9 that there were, a girl with an infected eye opened for me. She was pissed off, but not at me, she was just angry her hallway mates kept her up all night and that they had stolen her milk. She asked me to come in, as I explained my issue for her, and then she invited me to her room. I was still a bit drunk when I entered, but a bit uncomfortable entering her home.. for god’s sake,  i just wanted to find this dude’s apartment so that I could get my purse !! She explained to me she had an infection in her eye so she couldn’t even read the bible.. ”ooooh my god she’s a Jehova’s wittnes that wants me to join the sect” was what went through my head, as she had me sit down at the table, she gave me a cup of tea and grabbed one herself.. chit chatted for a while when she all by the sudden asked me if I could read a bit from the bible for her, since she couldn’t do it herself.. again, I thought ”oooooh my god, she’s some radical religious fan, and it’s definately a sect !!” But she had been so nice to me, so i couldn’t find it in my heart to just bail on her, so i did it.. drunk.. had non-christian things going on only a couple of hours before and with my purse missing from not remembering where i put it in my drunken condition, she had me read out of the bible.. i can’t remember which part i read, from the new or the old testament, i just remember i read something, and then said i really had to get moving so that i could find my purse. She then asked me to send her a post card the next time i travelled, because apparently she collected post cards from different parts of the world.. so I took her address and then left as soon as i could.

I did find my purse, as i always do when i lose it. But i didn’t send the poor girl any post card, because i accidentally misplaced her address..