All killer, no filler

As some of you are already aware, I was hospitalised for a grand total of eight or so hours a couple of days ago, and since I'm apparently fine, and also have nothing interesting to write before going to Älmhult (oh yeah, baby!) and Copenhagen this weekend, this is what happens:

Timeline: The Hospital Adventure, 2K6

15:12 First examination, at local clinic, by med-student-Linn. EKG taken. Watch me work my way up the ladder!

15:41 Enter, stage left: Dr Lena Trell.

15:49 Blood test.

16:10 Results are in! Back to Dr Trell.

16:45 Callback from cardiologist at University Hospital, filling out transfer forms, calling taxi to take me there.

17:35 Arrival University Hospital ER. Am told to wait. Possibly forever.

ER-observation #1: Playing "Knocking on Heaven's Door" over the PA at a place of medical care? Seriously?

ER-observation #2: The ER has a queue system. Take a number, we'll get to your gushing legwound in due time. (Although in all fairness, a note proclaims proudly that people with brething or circulatory/fainting issues should contact the staff immediately.)

ER-observation #3: TV at hospitals sucks. Maybe because it's on SVT1, which is now showing kiddie-TV.

ER-observation #4: The mechanical arm that picks up food/drinks in the vending machine has a sticker on it, saying something which roughly translates into "Adding a sparkle to your day". Yeah, right.

ER-observation #5: My wristwatch stopped working 20 minutes ago, at 17:45. This is not completely without suckage.

ER-observation #7: Yes! News on TV!

ER-observation #7½: No! Kids manage to grab hold of the remote...

19:13 Second EKG of the day, new blood test. Wait for results. "It's a busy day", or so they tell me.

23:34 Meet Dr Tilman Weissmann, who wakes me up by telling me his name, repeatedly. In my recently awoken state, I am not quite able to parse this information at the time, thinking I've been transfered to Mars. Or possibly Germany.

00:00 Despite the above misunderstanding, I am pronounced healthy as a butterball (with some form of virus), or whatever, and am promptly sent home.

And that, as they say is that, except for a small midnight adventure to find an ATM to pay for the cab home. The Swedish Welfare System pays for everything. Except a 50 SEK basic charge. Where's the (free) reverse ambulance of the future, taking healthy patients home? Guess I shouldn't complain, the ride was fast, and would have cost me more than three times as much had I had to pay all of it myself. Eat that, Swedish Taxpayer! Hah!