The Good News

Today was a good day.

First of all, the doctor looked at my ouchie. It's not doing normal things, but it's not AAAAH-level bad. I've been told to elevate my foot whenever possible (whenever possible is kinda tricky) and to sleep with a compress soaked in a tincture that he promised will dye anything it touches to an irremovable yellow. Charming, no?

Going to the doctor abroad was the predictable bureaucratic nightmare it is supposed to be. Once we got everything sorted, however, everything went smoothly. The people were nice, the doctor was nice, the dog acclimatising to people by hiding behind the doctor's desk was very nice. Even the lady in the pharmancy giving me my tincture was nice.

Next, Boyfriend has two dry spots on his forehead from wearing his awesome hat in the hat. I told his mom about this, knowing it was mostly embarrassing, but harmless and some face cream would sort it out in a few days. J.'s reaction was to dig in the studio's merchandise and come up with a travel pack of face cream, night face cream and eye cream. He shall be hydrated to the extreme if he sticks with it. It was sort of comical to see a guy try to handle 'feminine' cosmetics. Lacking a girl's experience of being forced by magazines to learn how to handle them, he decided it was like cold cream and basically lathered his forehead with five days face-and-neck worth of cream. I'm evil for doing this, I know, but I giggled before helping him. Then I explained how to apply it in the future. It suddenly made a lot more sense to him that only a little came out when you pumped it.

The biggest news today, however, happened before all this. Boyfriend passed his theory test for driving school. This is apparently the hardest part of learning to drive in Germany, and he's been fighting and sulking and pouting about it for nearly two years. He tried once before, failed and it made him feel insecure about it. He promised he'd make work of it when I moved in however, so I nagged him every day to study at least once a day and he passed! You have rarely ever seen such a happy Boyfriend. I need to lack serious clothing and inhibitions to make him grin like he did all day.

The story on that, however, is not over yet. He now hasn't driven a car in nine months and still has to practice before taking the practical. Next week, he gets a reprieve, since we're on holiday, but after that I'm turning my whining powers back on full blast so he practices at least twice a week and learns from his mistakes, if he makes any. He has until October to pass the test and I promised him a surprise if he makes it.

One problem: I don't know what the surprise is gonna be yet. Oh, well.

In the meanwhile, I'm going to bandage my foot in the yellow dye thing and pray the purple bulls-eye patterns goes away, the swelling goes down and I don't have to go back to the doctor on Friday.