Today I got home from the hospital, where I’ve been for a week. It all started during my trip to Reykjavik, Iceland, where I landed with an Icelandair B757 on Thursday 13th of February. During Thursday and Friday there really was nothing to do outside, since the storm winds started to be violent in Reykjavik. So after all of the hurricane force wind warnings, cancelled tour activities etc in the area, I really didn’t get out of the hotel(s) until Saturday. And on that day, I walked the litte...

The story of my five-point-fractured Charcot Foot is continuing next week, when I’m going to the next specialist at a different surgical hospital here in Helsinki. Since my doctor at the previous clinic (in Espoo) was so clearly an amateur with her childish and rude behaviour, I do have to have a second opinion on what I should do with the foot in the near future. Of course it might be, that the amateur doc is correct with her instructions, but since I have absolutely no points of trust...