i feel like i want to do something with my hands again, like jewellery or something

busy weekend, finnish pub might and movie club with Arttu and all sorts of stuff. the movie we watched, Roma, was pleasing just for the hyper real feeling and cinematography alone. the characters  left me cold and the story was sometimes confusing. lots of things that i thought were probably symbolic, but i dont get that stuff at all, so. but yeah, it was still pleasing and easy to watch.

i spent wednesday at the hospital cos i was scheduled to have the remainers of that pesky cyst on my calf removed. i was naive enough to think i'd be called in and it would be done. clearlt, i havent learned anything yet, brits looove their bureurcracy and processes. i was called in by a nurse just after 11, which was my appt time. she asked everything from allergies to height to when i'd last eaten. also told me i need to remove all jewellery. the questions seemed designed for a full anesthesia. and i'd opted for just local. anyway, the more unnecessary work, the better they like it. so then i wait 2 hours and get seen by 2 plastic surgeons just to basically conclude, yes, we will do this surgery today. then i wait another 2 hours and get called in for surgery, or so i think. i get to wear  hospital gown and wait in a cubicle for another 2 bloody hours, alone, since doctor was left in the waiting area. then i finally get to the operating theatre. big room. 7 people staff there. what a show. one nurse is lathering my leg with yellow cleaning stuff. the lead surgeon is drawing on my calf. the other one is chatting with me, cos to be honest i was freaking out a bit, it was  along and emotionally draining day. anyway, after local anesthesia it was smooth sailing. then i assumed i'd get out. but no! i was taken to recovery. there they wanted me to eat and drink, as i had been fasting all day for full anesthesia. which i hadnt. and they checked vitals and stuff. and then... i thought i'd get to go change and leave. but no, i was taken to a ward. where they checked the same vitals and shuffled some more papers. at least at this point they went to get doctor from the waiting room and we were reunited. then, finally, i was able to change and go. what a day. they all worked for my benefit, taking care of me, so i appreciate the good care, it was just excessive and so inefficient i wanted to cry. doctor was not as surprised, he deals with this every (work)day...

 I removed the bandage today.

as if i hadnt suffered enough on wednesday, yesterday i hit my toe on the leg of a chair. and that happens every now and then. but this time it left my toe wonky, like heading to the wrong direction. not cute. i felt disheveled and disappointed. i keep breaking?!  anyway, life has to go on. doctor put the toe in the right place and its buddied up to the next toe now for support and will be for the next month it seems. bruised, swollen and sore to walk on. and i think no high heels for a while...  sucks. despite the toe drama we had a nice sushi night with Avner & Elmor.

oh and i went to a podiatrist on friday. first time ever. very good experience. i wanted advise on recurring dry feet (ive had even cracks appear). i got that and then some. might go again some day. 


good stuff:
-sleeping in peace now that the construction yard is gone, heavenly
-my team mate (doctor) is pretty amazing
-vietnamese food

a dinner with Samantha.

i was watching Russian Doll (which was interesting but a bit too artsy at times) and found it odd when Nadia started avoiding the stairs. like, i would go down by sitting down, on each step one by one... at least she couldve tried?