Frostbitten
This morning at Sunderbyn Hospital
Sometimes you say things you don’t really mean. To emphasize, stress an emotion or a psysical state. Like “freeze your butt off”. If you haven’t actually frozen your rear off you don’t know what you’re talking about. Tonight I learned the difference between having a jacket that goes below the posterior and above. My decision to walk back from the clinic to my hotel was at glance a good one. Cristal clear night, no wind, dry, frosty snow covering the ground and an easy route to follow. Oh yes. And -10C.
The last words from my client was: “You sure you’re not gonna be too cold on your legs?” to which I respond “No, I walk to work every day. I’ll be fine.” Which I was. For the first 500 meters or so. After 35 minutes my bum goes numb and my thighs are deep frozen. Waist up I’m warm and comfy but I never thought that particular body part could actually…freeze that bad.
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- Outside the hotel - waiting for my taxi
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- This morning at Sunderbyn Hospital
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- Frostbitten or not - always time for a picture
You know I love it up here though. The rare fact that it snowed last night had me smiling all morning of sheer joy. My reward for the bold/spontaneous attempt to walk with thin summer jeans in -10 will be Max. As usual when I’m up north I have to go to Max. Having northern burgers with snow outside is just a bit unique. And this part of the country has a special little place in my heart.
