Ok – so if you wonder: I had a bone burrowing up into my achilles tendon – and extra cartilage growing on top of the heel bone.
They (surgeon Hans Wahlström of fotcenter.nu) cut the tendon open, scraped the stuff out of where it should not be (?) – stitched it all together and packaged me in a cast.
SUPER EFFICIENT – I arrived at 8 am and was out 11:45. Excellent reception by narcosis-dr Jan and surgeon Hans. Professional and courteous.
Now follows 8 weeks of cast – plastic foot. And most certainly training.
All alone. Long walk with the dogs, Pain in my hip (muscular since a long time now). Saw the last episode of original Star Trek yesterday. Already missing the original. Charming as charming can be – with good script and lousy scenery.
Why lonely? Staffan is in Egypt. And I have just seen my pension as from next month. It is laughable. Under 10000 SEK after tax. This is the base-pension I will have till I die. No-one can live on a sum like that. I realize that I have to work until I die.
I do not know if I should be desperate now? It will however, not serve any purpose, so I let it be. Something will appear, of that I am sure. Worst case scenario, I will just have to try to convince Staffan to clean up his room, fix it and everything else that needs to be fixed and then try to downsize to the best of our knowledge.
More meditation – less worry would be good. But I really did not envision my future like that. Fattigpensionär. Even if I will have another 5 years of a little more, it still is not enough to support my habits – so my habits will have to change.
”Mitt fotografiska år” @fotografiska museet, Stockholm, Sweden, started yesterday. Teacher is TOPS! Very knowledgable and I already learned things I did not know prior to this – even though I have done plenty of research on my own and am finishing NYIP’s certificate course on-line. American courses are, like they usually are, very BLABBY and wordy. But I am happy to have pretty much read all I need to read, because I did not know all of the basics prior to NYIP.
Thing that scared the living daylights out of me, is the amount of pictures I have to take now. One a day – and one FORM per day. This was yesterday’s form: passportstyle or documentary/functional. Object in the middle, no changes of color (as-is), sharp and revealing light. Do you think this qualifies?
Else I did one of my last exercises for NYIP with a city scape at dusk:
Was kind of funny. If you look closely you see a small bendy light curve on the left (in the water) – that was a boat going fast. Exposure was 15 seconds, so the boat was kind of fast.
… and ps – I really do not understand Swedes. You know the original kind. The ones who wait until the very, very last moment to voice their opinion, and hence sound like they are passive-aggressive or just plain weird. That was the case yesterday. We were at Fotografiska from 10-16 and 10 minutes before the end, two ladies complained. I am wondering – don’t they realize they are setting a bad mood, just before the end? Weird shit.
My mom Ruth Margareta Irene, born Kallio, was a very strong lady. And she loved me as I love her. In Buddhism one always compares true compassion with the love a moms feels for her child. Yepp. That is it. Homage to my mom, who passed away on the 12th of March 1999, the very year I went the first time ever to Karme Tenpe Gyaltsen.