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βΊ One Week Later… Recovery Isn’t Going as Planned
Happy Monday! π€
New week!
New possibilities!
New goals!
One week ago, I was on my way back from NiΕ‘, Serbia. It’s crazy how fast time flies!
I still haven’t gone through the photos from my camera, so I can edit them and show you all. The unexpected detour to the emergency room, along with the pain, has my full attention right now. Yep… I’m still dealing with the pain with no painkillers or anything.
I have a few people waiting for their photos, so I’m going to try to sort everything out either tonight or tomorrow.
I just wanted to pop in and wish you all a wonderful week! π€
I’ll be back on The EVERFLOW as soon as possible, but right now my main focus is simply trying not to break down because of the pain.
The difference is.. *chefs kiss*
Much love to you, my pumpkins. ππ€ -
βΊ Letβs Settle This β Which Animal Would Be The Worst Roommate?
A new series I want to start with you guys. Make sure to join the conversation and remember β HAVE FUN! No judgements here!! This Random Chaos will be full of random, chaotic, crazy and fun questions.
Which Animal Would Have Been The Worse Roomate and why?
Tell me what you think? I honestly think.. sloth! They would never be able to help out and.. they would always be late π
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βΊ Germany Said My Foot Was Broken. Sweden Said It Wasn’t.
I’m Swedish so I’m allowed to say this..
The health care in Sweden sucks!
I’m now at home β from being met with rudeness, ignorance and all that. Michaela, who drove me back from the airport in Sweden to my place and dropped my off at the ER. She stayed there with me for a while and I told her, straight out.. how this hospital works.
And guess what.. while having her on the phone when the “doctor” came back made her absolutely shocked. She got lost of words.
“Welcome to the health care in XXXXX” . I repeated to her.
So to make the post short: according to the “doctor” I met here in Sweden, I don’t have a fracture in my foot. Nothing! Only the ligament.
So, my question is.. why did the doctors in Germany say that I have fractures on TWO spots in my foot including the ligament.
I knew swedish Healthcare was a joke ….but damn.
When i arrived at the ER, they didn’t want to take me in. No matter how much I explained what happened. Showed them my foot AND my knee.
“Do you have the x-ray pictures from Germany?”.. Excuse me?? How would I have known that I was going to bring them back – I have never been to an emergency room abroad before. This was my first time, and how, as a patient should I have known this? Where is this information available to read?
So apparently, I have NO fracture in ny foot according to the Swedish doctor but according to doctors (yes doctors) in Germany my foot is broken.
I’m currently sitting in the couch at home. Trying not to cry. The pain is unbearable and I just want to chop my foot of with a guillotine.
I didn’t get any medicines at all – no painkillers OR the blood-thinning injections the doctors in Germany told me that I MUST take for 8 weeks!
Y’all see what I mean how horrible the health care is here?
They couldn’t even write a certificate for me to have when going home. No no! I’m not 85 years old so I wouldn’t get it. So I had to call a cab.. that cost me β¬70 .. FOR A 15 MINUTES RIDE!
Oh these two days (yesterday and today) has really tester my patience and tolerance to stupid people. -
βΊ Wifi in heaven
Hello from the heaven / in air.
Yes the plane has wifi so I can write this.
So I have been struggling so much at the airport. I requested assistance.. didnt get any for 45 minutes so I grabbed my things and went to the security control by myself. After been there, I finally got assistance.
They even brought a lift for me to enter the plane.. I was not going in stairs. It was so embarrassing. Imagine, everyone was on the plane and there i come.. in a lift. I felt like a circus clown.
My foot are super swollen. It hurts so much. I just want to amputate the foot.
Im gonna try get some rest. Iam exhausted
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βΊ Well, this was a first impression
WELCOME TO GERMANY! π©πͺ
Buckle up and be ready for a circus of a blog post.
Well… something happened. Didn’t go as planned. First time in Germany and this happened:
I wasn’t allowed to board my flight back to Sweden.
I broke my foot. Yes, you read that correct.
How? I fell down the stairs after getting off the plane while walking to the transit bus.
The struggle was real. I didn’t get any help from anyone. I asked for help. Nothing. So I had to walk though the whole entire airport to get to me gate by myself which has caused my foot to be in more pain and swollen up til a size of bigger than a tennisball. The lateral malleolus β€ outer ankle bone.
On the plane, one of the flight attendants noticed how much pain I was in, so I had to tell them what had happened. They immediately told me I couldn’t fly. They asked if I’d seen a doctor, and I said no.
Boom. The whole shebang happened.
A whole team of… I don’t even know how many people showed up. Ambulance, airport staff, and even the police.
I cried and cried. I apologized and cried even more. Panic attack and the whole shebang.
So now I’m at the ER, confirmed. Two places.
I don’t know when I’ll be able to go back to Sweden.
All I know is that right now… I just want to go home.