I know not what I have done.

Whatever it was it really pissed off some deity or other and now they have it in for me.

The deities however are smiling upon Herself. She sailed through her operation yesterday and is talking about coming home maybe next Wednesday.

I on the other hand am still embroiled in the nightmare scenario that they call our health system.

I arrived punctually at the hospital for my appointment, thanks to a lift by Daughter. I waited in the waiting room. And waited. And waited. Eventually I was called into a consulting room where there was a young lad sitting behind a desk. Naturally his origins lay in the Indian sub-continent. He fired a couple of trick questions at me such as my name, my date of birth and the like. He brought me to another room where he stuck a scope up each nostril [really fucking painful]. Back then to the consulting room. Then came the weird bit. He opened a pad and took out a pen, whereupon he just stared at the blank page in front of him. He looked exactly like an exam student who had been given a question and hadn’t a fucking clue what the answer was. He glanced at me a couple of times. I smiled back. Eventually he had a brainwave and opened his phone and started typing. This did not inspire confidence. Was he looking up Dr Google for the answer?

Eventually he managed to tortuously write a couple of lines. We were getting somewhere. Then another chap came in with a nurse [both of the same ethnic origin as my fellow]. The newcomer asked a couple of questions and then the three of them had a debate. I couldn’t understand a word they were saying. In the end, I was given their decision. I have to go to another hospital where I am to be scanned and have an autopsy, or maybe a biopsy. The other hospital has all the equipment there apparently. I might add that the other hospital is the one where Herself is currently incarcerated which would have been convenient and why the fuck didn’t they give me the appointment there in the first place? Anyways I am to receive an appointment. They will phone, or text, or email or send a carrier pigeon to let me know when the appointment is. Thanks for nothing.

I have had a series of bad nights, and last night was one of them. I finally got to sleep in the not so early hours.

At seven this morning I was woken by the front door bell. I looked out the window but there was no one there. I went back to bed. A few minutes later there was some banging on the door. I got up again. There was a young lad there [of eastern European origin] asking if he could use a spare socket as a power source. In my sleep befuddled brain I realised this was the crew to insulate the back wall.

They are out there now. A gang of them. They are lugging stuff around and sawing and drilling. The drilling part is the one that’s getting to me. It makes the whole house and my teeth vibrate. I badly need to sleep but there’s fuck all chance of that. The drilling goes on and on. And banging. And sawing. And drilling..On and on and on.

Dear God,
Whatever I did that pissed you off, I apologise and won’t do it again.
Now could you please stop fucking around with my life and give me a break?
Thanks,
Grandad