My laundry story.

Sounds like an exciting post, doesn't it?

So the laundry room was described to me by Thue (my flatmate) as being, 'the door on the side of the building down the stairs'. So I go down to reserve a time (you need to hang a little wooden block with your name on this big board with dates/times, which is actually a pretty good system). I make it into the courtyard (we are on the 5th floor, which, by the way, the cat took a fall from, and needed nothing more than stitching on it's cheek), then go down the stairs into the building. Kind of snoop around for a bit, then this dude wearing all white comes over, speaks to me in Danish and shakes my hand. I just smile politely. Look around some more, and start thinking I'm in the wrong place. Do find a laundry machine and dryer, though, but not the wooden board, so I go back and ask the dude if he knows where it is. He replies in a puzzled manner, and answers something along the lines of 'no, just use it whenever'. So I snoop around some more, go down a hall, and see the inside of a restaurant. Come back and speak to the dude, and yup, I was in the backroom area of a very classy restaurant. The dude turns out to be the head chef, and I guess he thought I was the new help (hence the introduction). Very friendly guy. Found the laundry eventually (different door). Relayed the story to Thue, who is now considering sneaking in for some free food (which is incredibly expensive here).

Things at the hospital are going well. The pace is pretty slow, but that gives me time to read up on stuff. Am getting to try different procedures and such, so I feel like I'm finally (after two years in medicine) starting to develop some practical skills.

Off to Stockholm this weekend.