Heather has a recurrent eyelash problem where about every 4-6 weeks an eyelash grows inwards and starts to scratch and irritate her eye. Back home, she just makes a visit to the optician, and within about 2 minutes, he has plucked out the lash and she is instantly back to a state of comfort.
And so, at about week 5 heather started to feel the beginnings of an irritated eye. She was reluctant to deal with this in Slovenia, and considered getting it sorted in Austria, until the need versus opportunity ratio drove her to seek assistance.
A helpful apocathare (chemist) looked up the directory and located 2 options in our vicinity in Salzburg. So we opted for the one in the old town, as we were heading back there anyway. Heather was reluctant to have just a technician do this simple procedure, and fair enough. When we located the rooms, I realised the Dr was probably a laser surgeon going by the unreadable signs and displays. We conveyed the message as best we could to the receptionist and were told to sit and wait. We were wondering just how much this may cost, now that we were more confident that we could communicate the necessary info to a competent practitioner.
I guessed - maybe €30 and thought we would be lucky if it was only that much. This usually costs heather $10 at home, and does literally take 2 minutes.
Heather later reported she got more worried about the cost when led into the consulting room and spied the beautiful art work on the walls. It ended up costing a whopping €70, but it was done, and would hopefully last until heather flew home for Hanas baby.
One other story I forgot to blog, was while driving the wonderous Grossglockner - remember the high alpine pass that reaches summits on a road of s bends and steep climbs -
One particular useful feature of the van is the rotating captains chair. My drivers seat unlocks and swivels around to make a very cosy dining/lounging seat. Sometimes I use it just to make stepping back into the van easier as well, say for a wee stop for example.
Well, while driving maybe the 3rd of the many tight winding bends, with heather gravely clutching her armrest and declining to take photos of the valley far below, I realised as I turned into the next bend, my driving was hampered by the quiet motion of my seat sliding around to the door, not what I needed when views of the oncoming traffic were already hampered by the steep gradient and tight corner, and it really was a long way down. I quickly pushed with my feet, swung my seat back to face the front, and got the darn thing clicked securely back in place before heather even noticed this small yet near catastrophe.
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