Watching Little Things Grow

I spent 4-1/2 hours Monday at Urgent Care at the hospital in Benalmádena. Nothing more serious than an overactive imagination. The little glands in my neck had swollen to an impressive size. Probably the result of a cold or something like it. So, I’ll be taking Ibuprofen powder every 8 hours for another four days.

WAITING, BLOOD, MORE WAITING, ULTRASOUND. (MORE WAITING. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.)

I think I’ve told you before: I’m a lightweight when it comes to medication. One dose of Ibuprofen knocks me for a loop. So, I do a bit here and there and then I lounge. Until today, I’ve been kind of whiney. But, I’ve decided I’ve had enough of that. Poor San Geraldo probably had enough of it Sunday.

TUESDAY.

Tuesday morning, I took a close-up of the bloom on one of our indoor plants (moved with us from Sevilla). I took another close-up today. Like my glands, it grew quickly and dramatically. Unlike my glands, it’s beautiful and painless.

THURSDAY. (CLICK TO REALLY SEE IT.)

San Geraldo stuck the remains of a mango in water last week. Today, he looked up how to propagate a mango seed. It turns out he didn’t do things per the instructions but the seed sprouted. So, he planted it. If he didn’t get it right, he’ll try again. This is so much fun, we may end up with a fruit orchard on the terrace.

MANGO. NOT PER INSTRUCTIONS, BUT IT LOOKS PROMISING.

And still on the subject of watching little things grow: Birgitte, one of “the kids” pictured in the Norwegian Family photo from Wednesday’s blog post (click here) commented that I could have at least posted a current photo to show she wasn’t quite so dorky anymore (my words, not hers — she just didn’t find it very flattering). She was 13 at the time. She’s now 28. I thought she was adorable then. Now, I think she’s a goddess.

WATCHING LITTLE THINGS GROW. 1998 TO 2013.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

12 thoughts on “Watching Little Things Grow”

  1. Sorry to learn about your visit to Urgent Care and I hope you're over this as soon as possible. I'm curious what you thing of the Spanish Healthcare system. Is it reasonably priced and are you pleased with the treatment you received. Many in America deride European socialism when it comes to healthcare and I'm just curious what you think.

    1. Stephen:
      Because we have retirement visas and aren't Spanish citizens, we have private insurance. Still, we're very impressed with what we experience of the healthcare system. I'm all for socialized medicine. My feeling is no one should be denied healthcare.

  2. Urgencias! What a good word. From your description, it sounds like the Spanish medical system is efficient and thorough. Was that how it seemed to you? I'm glad it's nothing serious.

    What a beautiful flower.

    1. The other side of that hallway sign read "EMERGENCY." I'm very happy with the medical care I've received here. The flower on that plant is so surprising. Really pleased we've managed to get blooms annually (so far)!

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