Urgent doctor-, vet-, hospital- and police station-visits.
Ups and downs. Well the last two weeks it was more ‘down’ than up!
It started the 1st of July, our first day in Madrid. Because we had such an early flight, we took a three hour nap when we arrived in the apartment. When I woke up I saw a few missed calls from the dog pension and a message through WhatsApp:
“Hi Gert! Please call me, thanks Eva”
I nervously called Eva’s number.
“Oh Gert, good that you call me. Everything was fine this morning. But I was away for 1 hour during lunch and when I came home, Karel was …..”
She said a German word I did not know. My heart was beating faster.
“What is wrong with Karel??” I asked her.
“Well his operated eye is bleeding again!”
But Eva had already driven all the way from San Carlos to our own vet Fernando at San Jordi. He prescribed 2 antibiotic pills per day and she had to clean his eye a few times per day. She decided not to put him together with Iep in the bench, because she was a bit too rough with him.
When I picked up the dogs on the 7th of July, I could see they loved Eva.
She told me Iep went on the long walks with the big dogs every day, carrying a big stick she found on the road and not letting go. And Karel she kept in her living room. She told me that in the morning she would dance with Karel. I was so sure this was the truth, because Karel used to dance before Iep came into our life. When he was the only dog in the house and I was making dance steps in the living, he would jump with you and try to bite in your toes. We are so happy that we found a great place for the dogs on the island, because in January we want to go for one month on a far away holiday.
On the 2nd of July I had my accident in Madrid. I was drunk and jumped from a wooden bench and fell with my chest on an iron pole. Because I was spitting blood for three days, to be totally sure nothing was wrong, I went to Can Misses Ibiza hospital on Tuesday the 7th of July.
From the main entrance they sent me to the emergency entrance. I was in the hospital for six hours. Most of the time in waiting rooms. My thoughts were with Harry. How he hated this hospital. It was before they rebuilt it and he called Spain “a third world country”. For nine hours he was at the emergency section. I remember that an old man in the bed next to him was urinating in his bed and the urine was flowing under Harry’s bed. After nine hours without food, finally an English speaking doctor told him he had cancer and that he had to stay in the hospital. Harry explained him that he already knew this and that this month Ibiza was his last holiday and that he was not going to stay any longer.
I must say, everybody at the hospital was nice to me. It looked super clean and they often apologized for the long waiting.
I had an X-ray photo, a blood test and ultrasound.
When I finally arrived home I saw something was wrong with Johan. He looked dazed.
“Why didn’t you pick up the phone?” he said.
“Because my battery was dead after six hours of hospital” I said “And I wrote you a message to inform you about that”
“I was robbed from my mobile!”
So that night we spent some hours at the police station in Ibiza centre.
Last Friday afternoon, when I went to the Gaypride party Animal Park, Johan went with our friends Jean-Paul and Ron, to Es Pages den Bossa for the Friday drink. He was riding with his scooter to Playa den Bossa beach. A girl in front of him, also on a scooter, suddenly turned to the left, when he was passing by. Johan skidded on the street. Some little scratches on his scooter and some big scratches on his knees and feet.
Ups and downs. Hopefully some more “ups” next week!