An appointment or two

Fridays are nice, especially when one gets paid on that same day. They just make me cheerful. Amongst other things.
Sadly entertaining facts of the week are the almost futile attempts to make appointments to engage with the health care system. I wanted to make a doctor’s appointment so I phoned my healthcare centre to which I am insured through my work. I forgot to check up how to say such thing in Finnish and since I haven’t said such thing in Finnish for a long time I had trouble expressing myself so changing to English my attempt was still futile. The receptionist told me to wait then put me on hold. After about five minutes the phone started ringing, I got excited but nobody picked up for about five minutes when the other end hanged up the phone and I was listening to a gentle beep beep beep...
Jen tried with the Finnish health care system as well this week. From her centre, because as a student she goes to a different one she was sent away with a phone number. Calling that number she started off in English straight away and she was told to wait a minute. Then the call without any warning was redirected to a very surprised operator at the tourist office receiving the shortly surprised Jen’s call. After some more phone calls, other number, finally she managed to get a time.
I had to go to my healthcare centre in town and after lengthy waiting and some interesting but still cheerful mockery of a conversation I managed to get a time as well.
Tobi offered me to lose his temper several occasions this week because of these odysseys of making doctor’s appointments and ... well, as he now understand the anti violence stand he offered to puncture some car or bike tires. I refused because I’m saving his services for someone else.
Otherwise not so much for events. Nearly full moon. Full moon is always good. Positive changes come with it. Old things, structures, habits and thought patterns die with the turn. It’s a bringer of better things through the leaving behind what needs not to be carried anymore. Elena and Tobi are out howling for the night. They were courteous enough to go to another neighbourhood. We will sleep. Someone else might not.
At work today there was lots of excitement. I think it had to do with payday feeling because the job otherwise is dead boring. Funny. We managed to get some relaxing time however folding and hanging up mops and clothes from the washing machine. Nice and warm laundry room, just Tobi and I. Elena has been out shopping for baby things. She is getting a bit carried away. Relaxed and contempt my dream from last night popped into my head. It was an interesting dream so I shared it with Tobi. He had a good laugh at my expense rolling on the ground and kicking his feet in the air. Well, he does have a certain sense of humour.
The dream is here but the actual dream starts about half way through the story, I put a ‘*’ mark in.
And before I turn in, I reveal to who I am saving Tobi’s services.
The President of the Republic of Hungary
A bit of a figure head but he has some duties. Like having to sign the laws passed by parliament. When he doesn’t like them, for concerns about their constitutional standing he can refer them over to the High Court. The judges there love him so much they only ask ‘how high’ when Mr President tells them to Jump! The laws Mr P doesn’t like they don’t send back to parliament but instead they come up with some jumble about how it’s unconstitutional and destroy it.
Most recent two were the one about granting gay people their otherwise constitutional right to choose the form of relationship they want to live in. It wasn’t even going as far as marriage but only the right to register civil partnership. The high court sent it down the drain for him. The second time now. First time around was 10 year ago when the old man himself was the P of the High Court.
The most recent one that pissed me off even more so is about a new law designed to create the frames how courts and most importantly police should handle cases on domestic violence increasing their repertoire to protect the victim. Mr P thought that in special cases police handling a case issuing limited time – until court ruling - restrain orders on the abusing, violent person is against their constitutional right to own property and access freely their property. So the law is over to the HC. They ask only ‘How High?’
The old B&%)#d A(%#”*e mr P forgotten about the probably constitutional and certainly basic human rights of the other person. To life, to dignity etc.
I am on a crusade and I have a couple of dragons to back me up!