Sunday, 3rd January
The boy spent most of yesterday
cleaning the apartment, I had to make sure he had his meals. To be
honest, I have never cleaned it myself, so I am not aware how much
needs doing. The slave has helped Lasse and Per before, and I guess
Per, having been a critical care nurse, knows about disinfecting etc.
I would certainly be happy to use everything in there, as I know the
people who cleaned it and their standards.
In the evening I finally got a
chance to talk to him about New Years Eve. I started with assuring
him I was not angry, and I understood he did not tell me straight
away. But I had to know about it! I am very sorry that he had to go
through it, that I was not there to protect him, but proud how he
handled himself. I told him I did not want an apology or explanation,
just an assurance that he will tell me in time if something similar
should happen again.
Today we were invited to Stine and
Torben for lunch, as thank you for dog sitting. This time we were
mainly reminiscing about our student days. Ben posed a question, he
did say if he overstepped a mark to tell him, but why did they not
have children? Stine and Torben were happy to answer, they had asked
us intimate questions, and they rather get asked than people skirting
around the subject. They are both carriers of the same genetic defect
and lost a baby a few weeks after it was born. They would have to go
through IVF and screen the embryos. They did not want to go through
it. They went through the adoption procedure, but were disillusioned
by the system.
We all went for a walk, Django was
very pleased to have us all to play with him.
Monday, 4th January
I had to go into work today to
clear my desk and my locker and return my ID card etc. I am going to
help out doing holiday cover in the summer, but I want to take a
clean break for now.
The young man who was my last
patient had died. I came into the office, a colleague was there and
told me immediately. The procedure is that I have to review my notes,
the family might want an enquiry, and as it was at the end of my very
long shift, they might claim I did something wrong. He died of a
severe sudden bleed in his brain. There was nothing we could have
done.
It was strange to walk out with my
bag of stuff and knowing I won't be back, hopefully, for some time. I
am sure I am going to miss it, the challenge of medicine.
I have not made any plans what to
do all day every day. As much as I love my husband, and I think he
thinks the same, we will need time apart. I need to find something to
keep me busy. I thought I might enrol into adult education classes.
Tuesday, 5th January
So, last night the slave and I sat
down and discussed what we are going to do the next few months.
Ben: 1 -close his account and get
the money transferred to Sweden
2 – change his driving
license to a Swedish one – lessons required
3 – take formal Swedish
classes and do an examen
Owe: 1 – find new premises for
the club 3months +
2 – get town house
surveyed and organise any building work 3month+
Does not look very good, does it? I
definitely need to find myself something to do.
Ben is looking forward to driving
lessons. We went to my bank today and started the process. We were
advised to open an account here, and then he could just transfer the
money over. Ben was sceptical, he said that will take ages, and he
will probably be suspected of criminal activities. He informed us
there is more than1.2Mill Canadian dollars in the account. I nearly
fell off my chair, and the banker had to take some of his water. So
the procedure is more complicated and we have been referred to
another section of the bank. When we left I asked him if the movies
did that well? He laughed and answered, it was compensation money.
Part of it is in the trust fund to pay for his health care bills,
part was purely compensation for the mental distress. Am I angry
because he kept it from me, his Master, husband? Well, I guess I am
more disappointed. We have touched on the subject before when we
talked about closing his account, and when the compensation issue
came up first. I think he should have told me that he is wealthy, or
even Barbara should have mentioned it. I actually did some numbers
when we started talking about me taking the slave, if I could afford
it. (easily, but still, one has to do the numbers)
I left it, I thought we talk about
it later, at home. We both went to the gym. I informed them I am no
longer entitled to the hospital discount, and they offered to keep me
on that rate until I have to renew my/our membership in May. Very
nice. We had lunch at out favourite neighbourhood restaurant, to
celebrate our new start. In the afternoon he had some home work to do
and I did some work in the office and checked my e-mails.
I have set a date with Martin to
get the process rolling for finding a new venue. I read over a report
from Mr Allender, he surveyed our house. He recommends a new heating
system, ours is 35 years old. Anything like that is inefficient,
technology has moved on so much in the last decade. He also
recommends replacing the windows. They are not much younger. At least
the wiring and plumbing is ok, those were done just before I
inherited. I guess I'll have to dip into the building fund heavily. I
have made an appointment with him to talk about his ideas.
When I came back into the living
room the boy was doodling. I told him off, then looked at what he had
drawn. It was not a doodle, it looked structured. I liked the design,
it was like a Maori tattoo. I asked him if it meant anything to him,
and he admitted it is a design he had had in his head for a few days
now. He had finished his homework, by the way, so he was alright.
He is preparing dinner now, just
something light, as we both had a good lunch.
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