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.