(I’ve lived in this amazing country for almost eight years. Buried in my blog’s Archives are many emotions and experiences from my first years as an expatriate. I’d like to let them see the light again! So, on occasional Fridays, I’ll share my favorites in a “Flashback Friday” type of reblog format.)
Life is _______________ (busy, content, or any other synonym you want to use to fill in the blank!), and blogging has had to take a continuing back seat as it did during my recent trip to the States. I do miss the enjoyment of visiting your own blogs, and really miss our conversations and connection!
A week ago I alluded to an upcoming surgery. I check into the hospital this Sunday night, and my surgeon and I have a date Monday morning. If all goes well, I’ll probably be home a couple days later. Drugged, so hopefully NOT leaving comments on your blogs.
Because of that, and (referring to my lost-by-the-wayside schedule) since it’s Friday, today I thought it was appropriate to reblog this post about my first surgery at Kysthospitalet Hagavik in February 2010. The gorgeous views I photographed outside the hospital’s windows have been buried in the archives of “An American in Norway” for a long time; they need to be seen again! (Since we’ve had a little snow yesterday and today, maybe it will stick around, the sun will come out, and I’ll have similar views again? )
November 24, 2012
I have always had problems with my left hip – it’s something I was born with. Medical treatment of 1958 had me in a brace for nine months while a hip socket formed. My Dad remembers the doctors saying at the time that I’d have problems with it later in life, but what they were able to do then gave me a much better quality of physical life than was available just a generation earlier!
Now it’s the 21st Century, and children with the issues I was born with have corrective surgery in utero.