At the hospital

After working and dinner, Martine went to the gym together with Nienke and Inge. I received a phone call from Nienke about 20 minutes later. Martine fell and sprained her ankle. Well, that was an understatement... In fact, she broke her ankle. First we had to drive to Delfzijl to have a doctor look at the ankle. Then we drove to Groningen to Martini hospital. Lots of waiting for me in the waiting room, where I took this photo.

At around a quarter of an hour after midnight, I left when Martine was prepared for surgery. At home, I went to bed and received a call from Martine around a quarter past three. Surgery was done and successful. Time for both of us to get a couple of hours of sleep...