Thursday Doors, 1/11/18: Mekinje & Kamnik

Today’s entry takes us to the August day on which injections and doors were shot to ease the pain. And since it’s November 1st, there must be a cemetery too.

When I was in Slovenia for the summer, mother and I drove for half an hour to Kamnik and continued to Mekinje, a small town where our foot doctor happens to live.

After each getting a paaaainful shot in the foot – which might or might not be a cortisone shot (I only know this expression from films, he mentioned crystal medicine) – I drove to where it said Convent, on purpose, some would think to pray but it was for the doors.

It is a huge Ursuline convent with a little cemetery in front and some lovely doors. The doctor told us that the pain might last for a few days and we better get something for it, so we were not in the mood to explore, even though most of the previous pain was gone immediately after the shot.

On our way back we drove through Kamnik, which feels like an amusement park ride. The last four photos I took after stopping on the pavement by the road. When I looked up, I saw that the car was right in front of a pharmacy. I took that as a sign and got us some antipain meds. The pain in the foot was nothing to blog about, but I had the pills for when I hit a nerve in my back two days later… Ah, the joys of middle age.

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.

46 thoughts on “Thursday Doors, 1/11/18: Mekinje & Kamnik

  1. The carvings on the Holy door and the one after it are first-class art.
    Hey if there’s enough demand to make a candle dispensing machine worthwhile, then yes, I’d have to agree that these folks sure love their candles 😀

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  2. So many brilliant photos here! You have a knack for truly wonderful photos. The hidden door in the wall is my fave because of your excellent framing. Wow, so cool.

    I am sorry that you have foot pain. Is it plantar fasciitis? I have two friends with that who periodically get the cortizone injections and it doesn’t always work. I see how much they suffer and I’m sorry you have to deal with that too. Glad that photo therapy helps! 🙂

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    1. Ohh, thank you for saying that, Crystal! ❤ And that you appreciate the door I feature. I was choosing among several photos and decided on this one.

      Yes, it's certainly something similar even though it doesn't say exactly this in my doctor's note (which I have no idea where it is right now). It's the problem of tendon tissue turning into bone, if I understood correctly. I got another injection some 2 weeks later and now it's almost normal. We shall see… I also use a cream my friend made and gave me, made of fir tree needles. I think it helps!

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    1. Hihih, Susanne, I’m not sure about matches… I didn’t look at the machine closely, maybe there is a fire button. 😮 I took a photo though, will post it one day. Thank you for coming over.

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  3. Love that yellow narrow chapel and its doors. So pretty!
    I also like your sandal and moth photo, because I took a similar shot of my foot with a huge dragonfly years ago. If I run across it, I may tag you.

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  4. It’s a beautiful location and worth the effort of the visit – in spite of a painful foot. Glad to read that the shots seem to be helping. Yes, the aging process is brutal on the body 😕

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  5. Aging isn’t for wimps, is it? The carved door is lovely, but my favorites are the view of the village from the trees, and the little village door with the windows whose windows held flower boxes filled with flowers. That’s lovely! I also love the view of the curving road and the soft pastel colors of the town with their tile roofs.

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    1. Thank you so much for detailed viewing, Deborah. ❤ As I say under that door photo, I hadn't seen that moth on the door at all before you mentioned it! Windows with flowers, most often carnations, are a common sight around here. Kamnik is a pretty down indeed.

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  6. Your blog entries are so fantastic that it is almost too painful for me to read them. I will tell you why: I am so jealous!!! I would absolutely love to see these places in Slovenia. And to go with my mother! Oh my. Like me, it sounds like you and your mother have lots in common. I miss mine so much, but she would have been 101 on December 26, so I have to accept that she is gone. I was lucky to have her until age 99. The aging process is brutal on the body, I have had something similar to your toe, only in my knee. We have to just keep going, but maybe slower. My mom was a total trouper, and an inspiration to me in her declining years. But I do not see how I can get to Europe again with my knee so painful, I could not sit in an airline seat that long. So, I am jealous of your trips all over Slovenia and Italy!!!! But I will go to these places with you and your blog!! Thank you.

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    1. Thank you, Carol!

      Ahhh, here’s the old American vs. European concept of jealousy. 😉 You confess it openly and often, whereas we feel it (of course we do) but don’t admit it. 😀 Sometimes I can see it in my compatriots’ eyes when I confess that I’ve moved to Tuscany. 😉

      I’m so glad to hear all the good things about your mom. ❤ My mom and I are similar in some things but the key is that I can always depend on her too.

      This is why we blog, isn't it? To all glimpses to others who cannot experience them for themselves. Always welcome!

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      1. I think my feelings from reading your blog are a testament to the skill and beauty of your writing. I cannot recall, but I think you mentioned you are a translator??? I need to go back and read some of your old blogs. Regarding our moms, my cousin said about her mom, “my mother would have walked over ground glass for me”, but in old age, mothers can get querulous and they don’t realize what they are doing to their daughters. I am talking about real old age, like 90 and up. Yet, my mom, although in pain and getting forgetful, was a joy until the end. (except when she kept asking where my dad was, and he had died 10 years before)

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        1. Thank you for that. 🙂 Yes, I’m a translator and am glad to translate the beauty around me to the eyes that cannot see it by themselves. We’ll be lucky to follow in your mom’s footsteps.

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