Joanne and I took one cruise, unless the Hurtigruten trip on costal Norway counts as a cruise, and it was on the Baltic. Leaving the hospital today after my radiation therapy brought that cruise to mind. Methodist Hospital in St. Louis Park is far from the Baltic, but it wasn't the hospital that reminded me, it was the ambulance I was following from the hospital grounds that reminded me of St. Petersburg, Russia and my one ambulance ride.
After lunch aboard our cruise ship, Joanne I were returning to our stateroom. Exiting the dining room Joanne tripped on a threshold, fell forward and broke her right wrist and left thumb. A physical therapist told us that fall is called a "swoosh." The shipboard doctor sent us, via taxi, to a St. Petersburg hospital. By the time Joanne had been treated...that's fodder for another random story...it was traffic rush hour. After a brief confab the persons responsible for returning us to the ship decided that, given the traffic situation, the only efficient means of transport was via ambulance.
We were ushered into the back of an ambulance. With lights flashing and siren blaring we flew down the streets of St. Petersburg. The driver never stopped for a red light, when traffic was stopped drove down the wrong side of the street and delivered us back to the ship. The ride was as good as the best at any amusement park.
That's today's random story.
Takk for alt,
Al
This picture, taken in Helsinki, shows the cast on Joanne's right arm.
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