In a strange way, one of us going to miss the Dordrecht hospital, with it’s various buildings and their decor reflecting the architectural themes and colour palettes of the old town, and it’s foyer like a grand waiting room with people lolling around and eating ice cream and drinking coffee. It’s the kind of public space that his old architect self knows is easy to talk about and very difficult to reproduce.
The absence of “don’t get angry” signs, and sticky taped memos on bare columns is a symptom of a place that is working as it should. Having spent no small part of the past week visiting it’s various departments, it’s decor served as a gentle reminder of much that was on offer in the town for those with multiple working limbs, or in their absence, the means to get around.
With a few screws, some sticky tape, staples and a bit of plaster now holding her foot together, as long as she doesn’t move it or put any weight on it for the next six weeks we are assured that all will eventually be almost as good as new.
The means to get around while that happens is our next challenge, and of course where “around to” may be in the short term.
Crutches are all very well to assist with taking a few short hops, but how we can commence travelling further afield than to the loo in the harbour wheelchair, is something we need to address.
For the time being, it’s “foot up” for the next week until no doubt some sort of clear direction will just fall from the sky, and we’ll follow it.
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The first hurdle has been straddled and the home straight is close. Well done.
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