Public Service

Swedish taxpayers deliver appr 30% of the monthly income to public services. This includes hospital care, which is a community affair in Sweden.

I’ve never been hospitalized in Sweden. However, last year I had a problem with my ears and therefore went to see a doctor at the local hospital. He claimed there was nothing wrong with me and sent me home again. As a result I lived with a cold for 4 months. Then my teeth started to ache so I went to the dentist. Turned out I had a massive sinus inflammation which had spread to the teeth.

What’s bothering me is that on one hand I don’t mind delivering my tribute to society. On the other hand I feel the public services are so poor that they might as well be non-existing. More and more people send their children to private schools instead of public schools, because the public school system suffers from budget cuts and less time for the students. Public service in general is drowning itself in administration.

Public service workers often seem to forget that we – the users – are their customers. Because we can’t really choose another supplier. We are stuck with what we have with everything that implies.

In case I become sick I have 2 options:

1. I can call the district nurse and explain where it hurts and how I feel. If I sound as if I’m near death, I will be instructed to show up at the district nurse’s office for him to take a closer look at me. If I look as if I’m near death, he will send me to the emergency room where a doctor after a couple of hours of waiting will take a look at me. If I still look as if I’m near death the doctor will prescript me medicine. If my temperature however is below the state of hyper-ventilation, he will send me home with orders to drink a cup of tea and to take 2 water-soluble tablets.

2. I can simulate a fainting in the bathroom. That will scare the crap out of Mr. Asta enough for him to dial 112. Arriving the hospital by ambulance in a black out state guarantees me onward movement to another – more specialized – hospital.
- It takes good health to survive public care.



The Honest Scrap Award

Chris of Christophers Billeder has awarded me with the Honest Scrap Award. This is a great honor, for the Honest Scrap Award is bestowed upon a blogger whose blog content or design is, in the giver's opinion, brilliant. The Honest Scrap Award is for bloggers who post from their heart, who oftentimes put their heart on display as they write from the depths of their soul.

It's suggested that recipients provide 10 different ways in which they are honest. That is a tall order, as it's sometimes better not to be too honest ("Honey, do I look fat in this dress?"), but I'll try anyway:
  1. I often write drafts for my blogs and then delete them to start all over again.
  2. Music has been an important part of my life since I was 5 and discovered that I could sing. I've never wanted to make a career out of it though, because I'm much too modest.
  3. I have a 1000 phobias. The most annoying one is my fear of escalators. Whenever I manage to pursuade myself to take the escalator, my inner pictures transforms into a film where the leading star - I - slips and falls down, down, down, into the underworld.
  4. I'm lazy. Why do today what can be postponed till next year?!?
  5. If I can make a choice between the hoover and a book, I choose the book.
  6. I read my horoscope every day and act accordingly.
  7. My favorite films are English crime series.
  8. I never watch television as I think that the televised media is killing human creativity.
  9. I never plan for more than this day. I take life as it comes. I made a pact with myself to slow down, because speed is what turn us to death too soon. Life should be an adventure. Not a burden.
  10. My biggest passions in life apart from music and literature is coffee, shoes, being myself, having my own style, blogging, communicating with people and my job.

It is also suggested the award be bestowed upon other deserving bloggers, and that I intend to do.

I have chosen the following exemplary blogs for this award:

Miss Wintys Synthetic Darkness
Jacob for Florida Fotos

Thank you Chris for your honoring me with this award.


The Golden Blog Award

The beautiful Golden Blog Award was given to Hyperenergy and other obstacles by Jacob at Creative Confessions. I am truly grateful and honoured by his genorosity and kindness. Please check out Jacobs blog as an example of outstanding creativity and beautiful poetry.

Thank you Jacob!

The rules for this award are:

1. Show the award in the blog.
2. Link back to the blog that tagged you.
3. Pass the award on to 8 blogs you love.
4. Inform the bloggers they have been tagged.

I am passing the award to the following:

Jacob for his Ocala Daily Photo
Miss Winty for her Synthetic Darkness

Magnus Betner for his diary at Dagboken
Mo for her Fresh Eyes on London
Chris for his Christophers Billeder




Today is the beginning of the last working week before my yearly vacation. I look forward to spend 4 weeks abroad and to the thrill of not having to think of work for as much as one second.

I’ve bought a couple of books, planning to find time to read and write about. One is Neil Strauss’s ‘The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists’ and Birgitta Forsman’s ‘The Legacy of Darwin’. Most likely I will find even more interesting titles to read along the way.

Depending on the weather, the car will take us to Denmark, Germany or France. Berlin if it’s raining and The river Rhine and Alsace if the sun is shining. This is the first year without Miss Winty and Miss Mocca accompanying us. Which feels a bit strange. On the other hand that means more shopping for me………..

Winty will be attending the music festival Metaltown. Since I am unable to join her – which took me several weeks of hard coaching to mentally accept – she assures me, that she will shoot tons of photos and send them to me as they come in. And send me live audio recordings and videos. In that way I will at least get a taste of the party I'm missing.

Below photo is just to give you a small taste of my first stop on the trip. Out of the picture I can almost smell the sea, the salt and the sand. And I can hear the waves roar and the seagulls cry. – 4 days to go only………