Thursday, January 8, 2009

a bad secretary

january 8 2009

Early morning.
A grey hue lies over the world.
Beneath the streetlanterns the snow shines white.

It's cold under the shower and when I'm dressed I'm happy to be able to get a simple breakfast.
A few minutes later I'm wrapped in a thick coat and all the other accessories needed for a freezing windy day.
Slipping and sliding I'm moving towards the main road so I can use my bicycle in a different way than as a walking device.

The busses are not riding on time, but who cares.
It's warm inside.

At the central station I have to face the wind again on my way to the next bus.
A long line is waiting for the one that goes to the university. Here double busses stop....not today.
A small one stops and people start stepping in front of others out of fear they can't get in.
One of the controllers shouts that those with a stamped ticket can step in at the back.
When I'm in, someone is pushing in my back. It's a woman of about my age.
"Step forward, you", she says in a harsh voice.
"I'm sorry, but I can't step forward, nor can I step THROUGH someone else."

For me it's the only way to be in time for the appointment with the psychiatrist of one of my boys.
I'm looking forward to talk freely about what bugs my mind, and to make some arrangements for my autistic son, regarding not going to school.

It's lucky I've found the backside of a chair to hold on to, because the bus is shaking a lot. Standing there hurts me, but there's no chance to sit somewhere for quite a while.

Near the hospital the pavements are cleaned. The trees have collected lots of snow on their branches and the sun starts shining for a moment.
I'm so familiar with these surroundings, that I can walk their blind.

When I finally arrive I'm told there is no appointment scheduled.
"I'm sure one is made, because I stood beside the new secretary when she made it."
Turned out she's already replaced because she made so many mistakes.

The new secretary is very nice and she's able to make an appointment right in front of another one at the end of the month. Well, that's something.

Sniffing the fresh air I walk to the busstop.
At the central station there's such a long wait I can't travel on the same stamps and I have to pay again. Grrrrr.

Now my back and my hip are hurting like hell.
Can't have it all.


  1. Oh my. I hope your day goes better. You need a piece of chocolate and a hot cup of tea or coffee. Hugs.

  2. That's not the first time, isn't it?

    I love your header. Very recognisable... very you!

  3. How terribly frustrating. I hope the next appointment works out better.


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