I had a mammography appointment today at Capio St. Göran’s Hospital.

Getting there was a bit of a hassle. The letter I got about my appointment had big bold text about a new location, so I was expecting some confusion. Unfortunately I didn’t think to bring the letter with me. When I arrived I saw plenty of signage on the hospital grounds, all leading me to the mammography department, so it all seemed simple enough. But when I got there, at the far end of the grounds, it turned out that there were now two mammography departments, only one of which had any signs at all. The one I had arrived at just told me to go all the way back to the entrance. You’d think they’d at least have signs for, like, “Mammography A” and “Mammography B” instead of just completely ignoring one of them, but no.

The appointment itself was very quick and efficient, if uncomfortable. There is nothing pleasant about getting your boobs squeezed hard between two unyielding plates of plastic.

St. Göran’s hospital looks old on the outside, but inside it’s all wide, gleaming corridors. I still have strong memories of the facilities at the Royal London Hospital – badly lit, cramped and dingy. I always felt a bit uneasy there.