On Saturday a box of rice, special potatoes, apples and flowers arrived from DH's parents. DH's mother sent me a big bunch of Stock flowers. They survived the trip well and responded very well to being put in a huge vase of water with flower food in it.
Now they are gracing my dining table and making the room smell beautiful.
Last night I realised that my right big toe is infected where the nail meets the skin. I was so disappointed as I have had many ingrown toenails in my life and they all start out this way. So I took myself off to the dermatologist this morning not far from my house. The doctor said he thought that it might actually be a "pregnancy tumor" (the word he showed me in his medical text book) rather than an ingrown toenail, which I seriously hope that it is, cause the only way I have ever had my ingrown toenails cured is by having the nail cut out which is very painful and uncomfortable. In any case, he said he wouldn't be operating on my toe whilst I am pregnant, and I would prefer not to have it done either! So I left with a prescription for some cream to kill the infection. At the chemist next door I ran into a elderly neighbour who lives down the block from me. He is the boss of a different area but has been very kind and friendly to me since we moved in. Since it was my first time to use that chemist they asked me to fill out a form about allergies etc. My neighbour helped me with the tricky questions though I think the other customers in the chemist were a bit scandalised that he would be poking his nose into my private business by helping me read the form and commenting on the answers - "You're pregnant?!?!" -it's winter so not that easy to spot. I gave up my privacy about 8 years ago when I moved here and had to ask for help with such things and still occasionally do, so I was grateful for his offering to help me. We left about that same time so I gave him a ride home as he was walking and it was snowing. On the way home some idiot tried to pull out in front of us, which meant I had to brake suddenly and leaned on the horn - not the time to be having an accident, with an elderly neighbour in the car with me!
When I got home I realised what a long way I have come since 8 years ago. Now a trip to the dr involves taking myself (ie not needing someone to accompany me) 5 minutes down the road to clinics where they all know me, where I run into neighbours at the chemist and have a chat! Also I was thankful to the Japanese health system where one just shows up on the day you want to see the dr. You might have to wait an hour or 2 or 3 but you will get to see someone and it won't cost the earth either. Something that many people here think of as a hardship but when compared to waiting several days to see a General Practitioner (not a specialist, like I went directly to today) and then paying 2-3 times more for the pleasure, I am a fan of the Japanese system today. Ask me again in a week's time after my visit to they Obstetrician where I have to wait 2-3 hours even with an appointment.
Sebastian spat out another tooth today and is now amusing himself with a edible chew bone and trying to dig a hole in his bed. He has been sniffing my infected toe a lot today so he can obviously smell that something isn't right there. Good work Sebastian.
| Sebastian enjoying his double layered bed. What a softie. |