The weather was tropical today, well over 30°C. When I woke up I had a fierce headache and my hip was killing me. I stayed home from work. Halfway through the morning the pain in my hip wasn't getting any better, so I took a 400 mg ibuprofen. This helped a bit, but not enough.
After lunch I went to see my GP. There was only one person ahead of me so I didn't have to wait long. After I described the complaint the doctor and I discussed the situation: I have arthritis in my left foot, a heel spur in my right foot, lots of pain in my right hip and my left hip is also starting to hurt a wee bit. I proposed amputating everything under my chin but the doctor had another idea: let an orthopedic surgeon have good look at the landing gear.
There was good news as well: the results from my quarterly blood tests were back from the lab and looked very good. The long-term HbA1c value was 5.8; the normal range is 4–6.4. This means long term blood glucose is firmly under control.
After seeing the GP I went to the OLVG hospital to make an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon. The earliest date they could give me was 8 weeks from now. At first they wanted me to make multiple appointments since I had more than one complaint (two feet and two hips). I pointed out that I am not a multiple person, not even a multiple personality and that it made no sense to act on one part of my body which might have an effect on another part of my body they would look at later. I wanted the whole thing done in one go. My powers of persuasion proved to be too much for their bureaucracy and they gave me a double appointment. Wow, the OS now has 2×10 minutes to look at me! And that after 8 weeks! He must make millions in that job.
I also persuaded them to have the X-rays made now, instead of at the visit 8 weeks from now. I didn't want the surgeon to waste any of his precious 20 minutes by waiting for my X-ray to be made.
After the X-rays were made I walked to the pharmacy; my GP had given me a recipe for ibuprofen 600 mg for the hip pain and for a pill to stop you from getting a perforated stomach from taking these horse-pills. On Krugerplein, next to the pharmacy, kids were learning how to make sand castles from a pro sand sculptor. It looked like a lot of fun and if I'd been only 50 years younger I would have joined them.
Some kids were really digging in. This little fellow was stuck in a mound of sand upto his armpit.
The rest of the day I sat at home, reading a bit and surfing the web. One of today's gems I found on a blog where the writer was discussing some aspects of religion and common sense:
[...]the belief that a cosmic Jewish Zombie who was his own father can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree — is perfectly acceptable.
Dinner was a Turkish Kıymalı pizza at the Ferrara. The Kıymalı has minced meat, tomato, paprika and feta cheese. Yummy.