Spring-like winter and spa

Heidelberg, Neckar, February... Some weeks ago the weekend looked like this. 

Last weekend's plans: enjoying the beautiful weather in the amazingly beautiful countryside landscapes. No, I will never get used to the hills, I will always be slightly amazed at least

Last week was pretty intense at work, and the person I got probably the best along with since the beginning retired. He had a pretty festive day I must say, a conference room turned into a party-room

with everything you can imagine from confetti to cake. Everyone could go there for a while in between their own personal tasks, when they had time, to say hi and bye. After that we had our team event, doing stuff together with the closest colleagues. We went to an escape room, solved clues together as a team and finally managed to exit the room. I can definitely recommend escape room live action games to everyone, this was the second time I tried the whole thing, way more difficult than the previous time (well, this was professional, the previous one was organized by a student organisation:)) and yes, good good fun.

For the weekend I ended up taking an Intercity to Stuttgart, and with me I took.. Hmm, nothing! Because I had dropped my keys last week, my roomie had been letting me in, but she had just moved out during my working day on Friday, and I was under the impression the replacement key would be delivered in my post box by Friday afternoon. Well, surprise surprise, it was not there when I got home after work with a solid intention to get some luggage from my room. Well, obviously I had to wear the same dress+blazer combo (phew thank god it's pretty nice at least) all weekend long, but that was all. Resolution: one can survive one weekend with just a handbag. Ok, a short visit to a supermarket cosmetology department might be handy.
Saturday was probably the prettiest day in ages, weather-wise at least. We were driving around the countryside roads... And once again it got me thinking, when the heck am I ever gonna drive a car again ;D I just can't here. And I've forgotten absolutely everything. PLUS the cars here are way too fancy to my liking. If only I had the old Toytota you had to kick a bit under the gas pedal to get it started. All this bluetooth+video feature stuff _in a car_ is just something I cannot understand. It is great, but I would not know what to do. Which is often the case anyway... I think in Finland it is more difficult to find fancy cars I have seen here, because as a nation, we are just not that much into it. Luxury is ok sometimes, but just not in cars. It would be a wrong place to invest it. 

I also had to buy myself a bikini because this is what was on the bucket list for Sunday:

Thermalbad in Beuren

Yes, swimming or more like bathing or floating in a spa. All the pools were +34 at least, and there was a steam sauna. Not quite the same as an authentic real sauna we have at home, but still, good enough for me. I think people are mostly thinking of Baden-Baden when someone is talking about German wellness spas, but actually they're pretty spread out in these areas where the groundwater is exceptionally rich in minerals and utilized in these pools. What was a surprise was the fact that they had a lot of warm pools outside, even if it is in theory a winter as we speak. It was pretty fun... To be able to enjoy the landscapes (which - yes, I get it now - are never ugly or even slightly platitudinous in these areas) with all the mountains in the horizon. And no, your head does not freeze in the process which I was sure was going to happen.
So, things are still pretty great here. Keep in touch!
 

When you get re-al-ly sick in a foreign country | Sairastuminen Saksanmaalla

There can be few better times to start appreciating ones health than when sitting in a hospital waiting room waiting for the fifth (?) doctor's opinion on the infection going on in your cheek/gum area. The initial cause for everything was a tooth. The first doctor wanted to remove it and force-sell me an implant for 2-3k. This diagnosis was given through mere feeling of the area, no xrays of the problem area per se were taken. The second one was ready to save the tooth by performing a special root canalling, but that would cost 700 euros. At that point I was already hitting a fever so high that the appropriate place to drag myself was hospital. An xray of the specific cheek/tooth area was taken, and the doctors did exactly what the expensive dentist would have done, just almost free of cost. Fun fact in the middle of a crisis: my dentist was definitely younger than me, first times for everything... I was also sent to a surgeon, who (relievingly) did not end up waving any instruments near my tissues though. Two days later I was still feverish and went back to the clinic. After an authentic House moment the doctor _discovered_ I have to be allergic to the antibiotics the first dentist had prescribed me. And I'm already allergic to one type of antibiotic meant for that area. I got a prescription for new antibiotics and ever since it's been a bit better. But it will still take some time.

 However I'm so happy to be able to go to work tomorrow. It's pretty tiring to just sweat and maybe hallucinate every once in a while. And since bureaucracy has a central place in German life I first had to spend a small eternity waiting for a temporary "krankenkasse" document as my health insurance card was not ready yet. Because without a health insurance number (indicated in the document) you don't excist for doctors here. And the insurance guy could not send me the document because my social security number (a-ha, a different number that is) was missing. They should have got it from the company I work in. And the reason the company didn't have it and therefore hadn't sent it was... *drums* the fact that I didn't have a health insurance number. See a fine pattern of inconsistency? This is what I call German loopholes. Well, it might have made me age some years in a couple of days, but it did get sorted finally. Like usually in Germany. The expression "how the hell" was springing into my brain more than once during last week, but what I did realise was that you can get sick and get treated, regardless the severity of your condition, in this country too. The process works like in Finland (minus the bureaucracy) and I can't just keep on thinking nothing will ever happen to me because I'm not home. I guess I needed to experience that I am safe here too.

Leaving the sickbed, boom

Terkkuja siis lasaretin puolelta! Vihdoin siis tapahtui se myyttinen asia että sairastuin ihan kunnolla Saksassa. Hampaan juuri ja poskikudos ja vissiin ontelokin vielä tulehtui, sain kunnon kuumeen ja koin kaksi karua hammaslääkärien myyntimieshetkeä. Osta implantti, osta erikoiskäsittely. Lopulta ratkaisu löytyi sairaalasta pään alueen sairauksien (heh heh kuka yllättyi) poliklinikalta. Siellä hellyttävä nuori mieslääkäri (siis minua nuorempi) hoisi saman homman puoli-ilmaiseksi kuin kallis spesialisti olisi hoitanut seitsemällä sadalla. Antibiootit ei silti vieneet kuumetta pois, joten jouduin vielä asioimaan klinikalla uudestaan samalla asialla. Selvisi, että olen allerginen tuolle antibiootille, ja siksi sain kuumeen alkujaankin. Uudet antibiootit sitten nitistivät kuumeen. Eipähän tarvi olla toista viikkoa töistä poissa. Ehti tulla jo ikävä työkavereita. Homman tuoksinnassa pääsi myös tappelemaan byrokratian kanssa. Sosiaaliturvanumero ja sairausvakuutusnumero ovat ehdottomia, mutta toista ei oikein saa ilman toista. Ja kukaan ei myönnä olevansa se eka linkki koko projektissa, jossa näitä numeroita ja väliaikaisia todistuksia haetaan. No, lopulta varmaan tänkin homman oleellisin opetus on, että tässä maassa on aika samanlaista sairastua ja tulla hoidetuksi kuin Suomessa. Väkisinhän tämänkin joskus piti tapahtua.