A long silence has settled over the blog since 7 June. It was not because I had forgotten about it, but simply because life took over for a while. Switzerland experienced an exceptional heatwave, with temperatures reaching as high as 35°C in Bern, while the River Aare warmed to 24°C. Perfect conditions for swimmers, far less so for gardeners, and certainly not for anyone wearing an orthopaedic boot. Our vegetable garden suffered particularly badly. With my foot still immobi
Friday 29 May began like any ordinary day. Yet only a few hours later, a very real experience would raise several questions about the organisation of healthcare and the information provided to patients. Around midday, Deniz called to tell me that he had not gone to school. Severe abdominal pain was preventing him from attending his classes. Later that afternoon, he decided to go to the Emergency Department at Olten Hospital, where he is also undertaking his nursing training
1106 days after my accident in the Moroccan High Atlas, every medical appointment feels a little like a mountain stage: you always hope to catch sight of the summit, while knowing there are still a few tight bends left before you reach it. My today’s consultation with Professor Krause marked precisely one of those important moments in this long journey. After a fresh series of X rays, the assessment was both encouraging and realistic. The first piece of good news is that I
