Today has been a bit mixed (of course it's not over yet, so who knows?). Starting with the bad to get that out of the way, I saw something extremely distressing on tv. It was a news segment about the Swedish chef team in some competition or other, I can't be bothered to keep up with these things. Anyway, there was this guy, calling himself a chef, who was cutting a live lobster to pieces. Is that really legal? I was horrified and so were my mom and sister.
Moving on to more positive stuff, I think the highlight of the day was going for a walk with my children, in the bright sunlight this morning. Actually, my sister helped my son walk (he's almost a year old). I took the new singleton buggy for a spin with my daughter, who is slightly less sure on her feet (but pretty good too). It rolled very well and all in all seems to live up to my expectations. The reason I bought it was that my twins have been given appointments with the dentist for the very first time. Unlike the child care clinic that always lets twins come at the same time, the dentist wants them to come on different days. It will be the first time they've ever been apart since they were born. Naturally, I could have brought both kids on both occasions and asked my mom or sister to sit with the one who wasn't going inside, but I thought this might be a good opportunity for them to learn to do things apart.
Finally, this afternoon, I got a text message telling me that my medication that has been out of stock for a couple of weeks is finally back and I decided to go into town to get it right away, since I've already been without it for too long. I'm going to get a headache every morning for a few days at least. :( On the way back, there was this good looking, very polite kid who was waiting at the same bus stop who smiled and told me to go ahead and get on the bus before him. Just a tiny little gesture but naturally I appreciate it after living for far too many years in a vile dump of a town. Here people are mostly great. It make me sad that I wasted so many years.
Today I had an appointment with my dentist. A tooth had to be extracted. Ouch. The actual extraction went well, but afterwards it hurt a bit but most of all it felt all weird to have half a jaw that was numb. Once the anaesthesia had worn off, it started to hurt a bit more, but not that much. Just in case I took one of the painkillers my dentist had given me. So at the moment I feel quite ok. At least until the painkiller stops working.
I've lost track of my old school French dictionary, and I already have one French historic mystery to read (will get another one for Christmas). Of course I could just read it without the dictionary, but - well, I prefer to look up every single word I don't know. I found one for my Kindle (or in this case it will probably be a Kindle app) but it's a bad time to buy new stuff, so I guess I'll have to wait. Or hope the old dictionary turns up.
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'”
~ Lewis Carroll
Today I went back to the clinic to have my blood pressure checked. To begin with, I had to wait for quite a long time. Then I found that my blood pressure is higher than the last time, when I wasn't even taking the medication. For two weeks I've had headaches that I think are related to this medication. Ironically, this is the best one I've had to take, so I don't want to stop taking it, for more reasons than one. Now I'm worried, but since the results of the other tests were fine, I don't think there's any real danger. Still, this is so familiar. Every time I find out I have elevated blood pressure, I somehow feel ashamed. As if I've done something wrong. Which is absurd, but I keep feeling this way. I think I'll have to return to check the pressure again quite soon. The doctor will probably raise my dosage. That's all. But I can't help worrying. :(
When I found out that Yahoo was going to buy Tumblr I immediately deleted my accounts there. The reason for that is another story for another time, but if you’re interested you can comment on this post and ask me. I was concerned that Yahoo would keep the info from newly deleted accounts, possibly any accounts that people have had on Tumblr at any time in the past.
Until now I haven’t known what Yahoo did, but now I do. Apparently, many email accounts have been hacked and these evil lowlife hackers have gained access to our passwords.
Great work, Yahoo, thanks for stealing my info! Shame on you!
Now I’m going to have to change my email password. It’s so hard to find a new, good, strong password.
I've posted about my dad before, so I won't go into that again. Today all I'll say is that though I miss my dad every day, it's worse on Father's Day and today was Father's Day in Sweden. :(
Yesterday I had an appointment with my (new) doctor. That was quite generous of them, as it turns out. These days you hardly ever get to see a doctor unless you're truly sick, usually hospitalized (and even then, you get to meet up to a dozen different doctors in a week or two). Bearing this in mind (the usual seriousness of the situation if a doctor becomes involved) I was a bit concerned about my test results.
Fortunately, I was wrong to worry. The doctor merely informed me about my new dosage. I should have realized that when I'd run out of my pills, and I didn't have them for a week or more I might get side effects once I started taking them again. That was all. Now I'm supposed to take a lower dose for about a fortnight, then return to the clinic and have my blood pressure tested and if it's normal, I can continue with the lower dosage. He tested it again during the appointment, but since I clearly suffer from 'whitecoat hypertension' the pressure was quite high. He also listened to my heart. Then he told me that all my test results, other than the blood pressure, were perfect. So that was a relief.
Baby related (don't read, if not interested): After that visit to the clinic, we had rather foolishly, as it turned out, decided to take the train to where mom was having her eyes tested. Since at the moment, Sweden is covered with snow, it somteimes gets a bit slippery, especially this town that is located by a fjord, it's frequently slippery, even when there's no snow. It was so difficult to walk on that icy surface. We saw a guy slip and fall on a couple of really dangerous sidewalks that are sloping down to street level. I don't understand how that's even legal. It looked painful, but at least he was able to walk away afterwards.
We went to meet mom at the bus station (since this town is one of the few I know of that has a separate bus station and railway station.) Most Swedish towns has a 'travel center' with both railway station and bus station combined, all except the ones that don't have a railway station at all. We left the babies with mom and went to Lidl to check out the new stuff (clothing etc) that's advertised on Mondays and Thursdays. This time we got some weatherproof jackets for the babies (to wear on top of their warm cardigans and jackets). They seemed to love them. We also got some warm socks for ourselves.
When we returned to the bus station, it turned out my daughter was crying. An old man, not quite sober, I suspect, just walked up to us and shoved an ice lolly into her mouth, without asking me first. Knowing P as I do, I could tell from the look in her eyes that she wasn't happy about that. He handed the lolly to me and I thanked him, then threw it in the trash when I was far enough away so he couldn't see me. We're under strict orders from the child care clinic not to give them any sugar for as long as possible. P didn't have any idea of what that thing was and she didn't like it. Still, it was very nice of him to give her the lolly. Obviously he meant well. Just for the record though, she couldn't have been hungry, since we'd brought several bottles of gruel and she'd had most of them, since S didn't seem to be as hungry. She was just tired after a long day. We were actually about to go to the railway station to get back so they could get some sleep.
About my favorite Nordic movies, tv series and books. In Swedish.
På en nyhetsajt (en finlandssvensk) läste jag en artikel som ställde frågan Vilken nordisk film tycker du är bäst genom tiderna? Den är lite svår för mig att svara på eftersom jag nog inte sett så många av de äldre filmerna och inte heller de allra senaste, men eftersom det står "tycker du" så kan jag väl ändå svara utifrån mitt perspektiv.
Jag väljer att svara även på mina favoriter bland tv-serier och böcker. Det är faktiskt en ganska svår fråga att svara på, eftersom man ju inte minns listor på det sättet. Därför blir det bara vad jag kommer på just nu. De är väl egentligen utan inbördes ordning.
Änglagård, Fanny och Alexander, Mannen på taket, Cirkeln, Italienska för nybörjare samt Fram för lilla Märta.
Jag har sett ett antal andra nordiska filmer under åren, men tyvärr är det bara de här som jag kommer på just nu.
Ebba och Didrik
Dårfinkar och dönickar
Huset Silvercronas gåta
Operation Stella Polaris
Dessutom vet jag att jag har sett flera bra norska, isländska, finländska och finska serier, men tyvärr minns jag inte så mycket om dem.
Mio min Mio
böckerna om Madicken
Tappa inte masken
Missne och Robin
Sandor slash Ida
Tordyveln flyger i skymningen
Serien om SubRosa-detektiverna
Anna Lihammers deckare - Medan mörkret faller och Än skyddar mörkret
Skämmerskans dotter Lene Kaaberbøl (och resten av serien)
Udda verklighet och Särskild av Nene Ormes
Mysteriet på Hester Hill
Böckerna om tvillingdeckarna, särskilt Frimärksmysteriet på Loberga
(och några gamla Wahlströmsböcker som jag fått av mamma och mormor men som jag inte minns så mycket om just nu)
Jag har förstås läst massor av andra svenska och andra nordiska böcker som jag inte kan komma på just nu, bland annat en serie isländska deckare som är riktigt bra. En del har jag inte tyckt så mycket om, andra var ganska bra, men jag hoppas och tror att jag inte glömt mina favoriter. Förresten kan jag nämna några gamla böcker som jag läst som liten - Vi som går köksvägen, Ett köpmanshus i skärgården och serien om Catrin Ambrosia av Alice Lyttkens. Den senare borde verkligen ges ut igen.