Since the operation my world has shrunk to the size of my living room. I am sleeping on the sofabed as well, as the bathroom is downstairs and I need to pee every hour at the moment for some reason. Anyway I try and watch a film every day. Two days ago I watched: Eat, Love Pray. This gave me an inspiration for my book title: Sit, Eat, Sleep: Great wisdoms from the sofabed 😉
I couldn’t sleep two nights ago so I was browsing Facebook. I follow quite a few German newspapers like:Die Welt or Der Spiegel. There was an article about a McDonalds in Aaachen that is going to be moved to a different site and the posters telling customers this were in German and Turkish, only that the Turkish one was leading to a Mc Donalds out of town and the other one to a McDonalds about 5 minutes away. This of course sparked the rasicim debate. Reading the comments I came across a Profil that, to me, stood out like a sore thumb for being well out of line. He made extremely racist comments there and his profile shows the old ‘Reichsflagge’ and a picture of an extreme right German chancellor (if you get my drift). I wondered why he wasn’t blocked before from ‘Der Spiegel’, so I thought I will report his profile to Facebook myself. The next day I get a message saying that: Although they can see that some of his postings can be seen as offensive, they think his profile does not need closing. What the hell? Am I to sensitive on this issue? I have never before reported anybody on FB. I always thought FB closely monitors everything, and he slipped through the net. Unless they don’t have German speaking staff at FB head quarters??? Well that taught me didn’t it.
It’s only been a week and I am not allowed to lift heavy stuff at all. So yesterday I managed to do a wash, and carry it outside in like five little manageable loads and get it on the line. I felt quite proud 😉 The sun was shining for the first time in days and it felt good to do something useful. Anyway, low and behold and hour later I could smell bonfire. We live next to a building site at the moment where they are building six more houses at the back of our garden. So I went outside to check if my nose was right and yes, those arsehole builders have lit another bonfire. They seem to do this every other day. I was furious. I could blame it on the hormones or boredom anyway I shouted at the builders. I called them quite unladylike like names. It really ruined my day that they ruined my washing, because it all had to be done again. Am I like this because the world has shrunk to the size of my living room? If I was able to leave the house nad go for a walk would I have still lost it like this over some washing? Am I over reacting?
I am signed off for six weeks and I wonder how many more people I can piss off in that time, from my living room 😉