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“The Day My Name Was Never Called”
Today was one of those days that asks far too much of one...
The weather alone was more than enough - heavy rain, low visibility, reckless traffic, and the pressure of navigating the expressway while barely able to glance at the sat nav. I was already stretched thin before I arrived.
The reality of the old, crumbling site took me by surprise: broken entry doors, derelict buildings, rotten decaying windows, flooding, and no sense of welcome or comfort. Their café offered no hot food, which didn’t help after such a difficult journey. Toast and teacakes was too much carbs for me.
(In the hospital's defense. I have to say it was the cleanest hospital inside that I have ever been in... Spotlessly, flawlessly clean. I have been in modern hospitals that have not been as clean as that)
But the hardest part was the silence.
My name was never called.
I waited for hours, checking with the nurses several times, trying to trust the process while my instincts told me something wasn’t right. Only when I finally told them I was leaving did they discover the truth: my records hadn’t been sent through from reception. I had been there the whole time - unseen on paper, and therefore unseen in the room.
Eventually when I saw the specialist, the doctor himself was kind, warm, and slightly amused by my directness. We talked about cataracts, past treatments, and future care. Despite everything, he assured me they would keep an eye on me yearly, and that I could have cataract surgery when I felt ready - not before.
Unfortunately, the exam ended with bright lights that triggered a visual migraine, leaving me struggling to see in the dark car park. Two migraine tablets, some glucose tablets, and several cups of tea later, I regained my vision to be able to drive home, but instead of the horrendous rain of the morning, there were now worsening gusts of winds that pushed cars across lanes.
I finally made it home at 6:30 pm.
Safe and sound — but utterly drained.
When I had set off this morning, it was a beautiful peaceful sunny day...
Today tested me.
But I soldiered on, did what I needed to do, and got home safely despite every obstacle thrown at me.
Some days survival itself is an achievement.
Today was one of those days.
I still have my painting to paint for this post... I am running out of time. No time for a coloured painting... it is approaching the time of midnight...I have just been out in the garden... The winds were that bad the neighbours turned off their Christmas lights early tonight... And what a beautiful night sky... All this stardust scattered, and beautiful bright stars. With the naked eye I could see millions of stars...
I saw the Airbus taking off and gaining height when I got home... it flies over my bungalow, but for some reason the winds amplified the noise of the Airbus, and it sounded like the night sky was falling down...
Night night
Sweet dreams
Sorry, this site won't upload pictures tonight...
Here is a link to my painting...
“The Day My Name Was Never Called” Today was one of those days that asks far too much of one... The weather alone was more than...
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