The Glyptotek...cough, cough, cough

Sunday afternoon we visited the Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek, with free admission on Sundays. It's primarily an ancient Roman, Greek, and Egyptian sculpture museum (with some amazing French art thrown in for fun). Jesse and I were blown away—and not just by the collections, but by the beauty of the rooms that housed them. The museum is a work of art in itself, each room with mosaic inset floors, intricate ceilings, lovely shapes and proportions. Beautiful.

Hmm...one of these busts looks strangely familiar...

Josiah was so excited to see one of the casts of Degas' Little Dancer, since he'd learned about her in art class at school. 

Can you just imagine taking in a concert in this hall?

This bust of Juno was enormous, and so beautiful. 

I regret to say that when William was invited to pose like a statue, he started working on his shorts button. He was rather inspired, shall we say, by the many works of art au naturale...

I was happy to make the trip seeing as I got pretty sick last week (I've not been mentioning it here...). Thursday and Friday I made it through classes only with the aid of much medication, much sleep, and much help from Jesse on the home front so I could save up all energy for getting downtown and teaching. Saturday I was in bed all day. And Sunday I skipped church to sleep, mustering the energy for a couple of hours at the Glyptotek. The last 6 months have been frustrating and hard; this has been my third bout with illness. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired!

In any case, the symptoms made us worry about pneumonia, so yesterday (Monday) I spent the day observing the Danish medical system—which is to say, seeing a doctor. I assumed I'd pop in, probably get an antibiotic or something, and be home an hour later. Ha! It was a 7-hour affair during which time I was IVed, x-rayed, temporarily admitted to hospital, blood tested twice, and poked/monitored/prodded in myriad other ways. I guess one initial test made them fear a small blood clot in a lung, so they kicked into high gear. Thankfully no clot! In the end the diagnosis was either a mild walking pneumonia or else a very bad virus; they gave me some huge dose of something and told me I'd probably be better soon with rest. And indeed, today I'm doing better than I have for nearly a week so fingers crossed am on the mend. Now I just need my hands to heal, as my tiny rolling veins required many awful attempts to place the IV.

As far as class is concerned, yesterday I cancelled and we'll make it up with a "double-header" sometime later this week. And today I had arranged a field visit to a quintessentially Danish institution, a "forest preschool" where the children spend all day, every day, in—you guessed it!—the forest. The woman who was joining us to facilitate the visit has been amazing and told me she'd handle everything so I could take another day of rest. I'm so thankful (although I'm very disappointed not to be there too).

Oh! And one last crazy note. I didn't pay a penny for the services yesterday. I mean, they never even took my full name, let alone contact information, a billing address, or insurance. When they told me I could go, I kept asking if, as a foreigner, I needed to sign anything...do anything...check out anywhere. Nope. Nothing. Unbelievable.