Local Heart, Global Soul

June 19, 2015

A Waiting Room Chair, Or This…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Back in October 2014 Himself and I were in Nijmegen for medical tests and Doctor visits in an effort to getting a step closer to a solution to the problems in my foot.

We started the day by getting x-rays and seeing several people.

Then, during one of the consultations it was decided that maybe the team would be able to do something for me, so various intake procedures would be necessary.

We could do two things: stay here longer and complete everything in one day, or come back in about a week or two and complete things then. We would then go onto a waiting list for my operation after all of the intake procedure was complete.

We told the hospital that doing things today, or not first depended on childcare for our children back in The Hague. Several telephone calls later the friends who had sent kids to school that morning were arranged to also look after them when they came home, and until we returned.

We got back to the hospital and a further five appointments were made for whilst we were here. The was one more appointment before lunch, and then due to the late notice of us being squeezed in, a break of several hours before the last four in the afternoon.  Those four ended up being five additional appointments in the end, but in the end we had a decision to make. We could sit in the hospital waiting rooms or in the restaurant and try and kill some time or we could go outside and get some fresh air and take a look around. We chose the latter and took some of the tree lined roads out of the city, enjoying the autumn colours and a day of lovely sunshine. We ended up in a village about ten minutes drive away and decided that this would be a wonderful place to look around. There are some amazingly decorated buildings so I was pleased I’d bought my camera along…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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