Trip to Sweden (IKEA)

Mamma Mia *it has just got to be ABBA*

A local friend was shocked that I had moved to Berlin, stayed in the city for over one month, and had not yet been to IKEA. It seems it is a right of passage when you move house. In London, IKEA was just around the corner, so we used to go for meatball dinner on a Friday night. When we realised IKEA is a stone’s throw away from our current residence, we went immediately to eat! Now we go all the time, whether we need something or not!

photoIKEA meatballs are great. Here you get to put on the red sauce all by yourself. A grand thing, as I always have to ask for extra. I like my meatballs drowning in red sauce and my mash potato swimming happily in the special brown sauce. Wow, I love IKEA. There are apparently other reasons to go than eating but…

IKEA seems to be the same the world over: full of pregnant ladies, arguing couples and screaming children. Then there are the crazy people who should not be let loose with a trolley alongside those really annoying people who put their trolley in the middle of the aisle and wander off, blocking the way of everyone else trying desperately to continue along the arrows leading ever so slowly towards the exit.

I love looking at the pillows. And the duvet sets. Wow, double duvet sets. And the bunk beds – how cool would it be to have a bunk bed with a desk underneath it? Anyway, it always reminds me of the time I went to visit a friend in Stockholm and instead of doing some typical touristy stuff, my main aim was to visit the first ever IKEA store. Of course I ordered 20 meatballs – the chef asked if I was sure – but I told him to slap it on a plate, with mash and extra red sauce. I could see in his eyes that he doubted I would finish it, so when I did, I proudly went up to him and showed him my empty plate. We left soon afterwards as I was too full to breathe and needed to lie down. Ahem.

Address: IKEA Einrichtungshaus Berlin-Tempelhof, Sachsendamm 47, 10829 Berlin.

 

Eierschale Berlin

Let me show you the way…

Eierschale Dahlem is a huge restaurant – possibly the biggest I’ve seen in Berlin – just next to Podbielskiallee Station (U3). We often pop by for a delicious ice chocolate drink on a sunny day, as they have a grand outdoor terrace and it’s right next to the farm we love to visit.

They have a seasonal carte, so obviously I went for the white asparagus, with boiled potatoes and Hollandaise sauce. OMG HEAVEN!

Chocolate ice cream drink - mmmmmmmmmm!!

Chocolate ice cream drink – mmmmmmmmmm!!

Spargel - the most typical German dish :)

Spargel – the most typical German dish :)

They have fun live band nights (mostly swing dancing) and a great Sunday morning buffet with Jazz music. The service is fast and good, a nice change for Berlin and the food is delicious. If you are looking for somewhere fun, cheap and cheerful, try the Eierschale!

Address: Eierschale Dahlem, Podbielskiallee 50, 14195 Berlin-Zehlendorf

5 amusing German things…

Laughing is the best medicine…

So I just wanted to give you all a giggle – I spotted these gems in the local supermarket and couldn’t help taking a quick snap. Sometimes just being in Germany can be enough to amuse me for ages! Hope you laugh out loud too :)

Auntie Fanny's piecrust...

Auntie Fanny’s piecrust…

I can't even go here, other than to say that Saft means juice and underneath it says 'natural sugar'...

I can’t even go here, other than to say that Saft means juice and underneath it says ‘natural sugar’…

Yes we can indeed ;)

Yes we can indeed ;)

Pugs are called Möpse in German - another word for boobs as well...

Pugs are called Möpse in German – another word for boobs as well…

Eeeeeep...

Eeeeeep…

Sick of being sick :(

I don’t believe it…

Just as my wrist is finally getting a little better – BOOM – my back gives in. I’m getting a bit depressed with the constant pain and injuries. I’ve had tendinitus of my right wrist for 7 months now. I’ve been to 8 doctors, had around 4 months off (much of it as unpaid leave), a full-plaster, a half-cast, physio, ultra-sound therapy, hot sponges, herbal wraps… nothing worked. I’m so tired of it all. And Jason has also injured his foot – it’s ridiculous!

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Then a colleague suggested an osteopath might be the way to go. Now, coming from a medical family, I don’t really believe in herbs and sticking needles into a pressure zone, or whatever it is, BUT (stay with me here), I am getting desperate and willing to try anything and I have to say… it was amazing!

My osteopath was lovely. I felt like I was chatting to a friend. When she found out I was British, she begged me to speak in English to practice her language skills. It was supposed to be a 45 minute consultation, mostly just chatting about background issues and assessing the problem. An hour and a half later we were still chatting…

She took down all my medical history and actually listened to what I do in my life that needs use of my hand and even listened to how exactly how I hurt my wrist in the first place. She explained all the tendons and bones that connect and what part of my hand I had done damage to. I finally felt like I understood what had happened. Basically, I was crocheting too much just before Christmas in order to make lots of lovely scarves. The problem was that I sat hunched up, I’m top-heavy and all this impacts and puts pressure on my spine and posture. Added to this I was quickly doing repetitive movements with my hands and they were not supported on a cushion, just hanging in mid-air, straining my arm muscles as well. A combination of this and working in a place where I have to fold clothing and use the tills exacerbated the problem and there we go.

She lay me down and stroked my arm for about an hour. It was very calm and relaxed and not painful at all. She then said to stop taking medication. Pain is good – and when the pain decreases you will realise this and it means it’s getting better. Apparently the best result would be if the pain goes from my wrist towards my elbow. I didn’t get this, but since seeing her only the once, my wrist feels so much better. Even if it’s just all in my head, I don’t care anymore. I’m so so so tired of being in pain and not being able to really do anything I enjoy – no dancing, badminton, sewing, even reading is difficult.

Now my wrist feels like it’s healing and I started back at work, taking it easy but even after 8 hours of folding, the pain is almost zero. I’m so so so so happy and can only recommend trying osteopathy!

However, last week I bent down to pick something up from the floor and – BOOM – I felt a sudden pain in my lower back and screamed out in pain. I couldn’t move at all and had to lie down, which is where Jason found me when he came home from work. I was in too much pain to stand up and can’t bend over at all. I’m actually trying not to drink so much so I don’t need to get up to pee.

The next day I sucked up the pain and hobbled to the doctor. The plastic hard chairs were agony and when she tried to give me injections for the pain, let’s just say I have tiny veins and after some serious prodding around and poking until a whole load of blood came out, she said it was time to stop torturing me and gave me the same dose in tablet form. OMG – argh!! So now to add to my wrist problems, I have two bruised arms, the back pain is excruciating, I can’t sit or stand or walk properly at all, but if I don’t move then my back will lock and it won’t get better. Ughhhhh, so tired of all this and have to say it’s getting me down a bit. I have some herb salve to heat up the area, which makes my back sore and itch on the outside as well as the inside.

I’m just hoping it all goes away soon. Being 31 has been pretty painful, I’m hoping 32 is going to be better, can’t wait for my birthday – haha!