It’s been a day of bits and pieces. Visit to the nurse this morning – all going well. Bit of writing, indexing poetry. Lunch. Bargain Hunt. Wash up. Bit more writing. Unfortunately, nothing very useful. More indexing. Then my sister called and took me to hospital for my scan. Nothing major, just a foot. In fact just one toe. And only the tip of that toe. It’s already been X-rayed and pronounced clear, but the sent me a letter so I felt I had to go.
It’s probably an example of NHS waste, but it’s better to try to do too much than to do too little. Not that it mattered. They have a lengthy safety questionnaire before you have a scan. They also have a lot of other questions, which weren’t on the questionnaire, and it turned out that I couldn’t have a scan. I have to go back next week. I can’t keep asking my sister to give me a lift so that, like the extra (unnecessary) trip last week, is another £16 for taxis. Another hour and half out of my life. Another evening spent feeling like my life is pointless and that I count for nothing. Another half hour spent lying uncomfortably in two badly fitting gowns. They make me wear one at the front and one at the back because, apparently, I am the only fat person who ever goes to hospital.
And then I checked my emails. I have had a rejection. Not only that, I have had some advice from the editor. It is very good of them to take the time to do it, but once again, as so often, the advice is basically to read some articles (links enclosed) as I am missing the whole point of haiku and haibun. The problem is, of course, that I have read much on this subject and had thought I was doing it right. There’s a very fine line between being helpful and depressing.
However, I bought myself a new pen, which always brightens a day. More of that later. Time to post and go to bed.
Tomorrow, as they say, is another day . . .
On the other hand tomorrow is actually right now as it’s past midnight, and I need some sleep.
Note: Actually I then went to bed and forgot to post, so here it is, posted at 9.54 when I discovered I couldn’t link to it and found out it was still in drafts.
I know what you mean about the questions they ask you when you go to hospital. I was asked today if I had had a heart attack in the last 2 months.
I hope it all went well and they weren’t too disappointed to find you were very healthy.
I am trying to figure out why they were looking at the tip of your toe.
Always remember, you are somebody, and you count!
The X-Ray came back clear so I am just viewing it as an over-reaction. 🙂
So now you have posted two and that’s OK
Yes, natural order is returned and I can relax. 🙂
“Another evening spent feeling like my life is pointless and that I count for nothing.” If I read another self deprecating load of bullshit like this I will delete you. And where else would I find such delightful Mallards? And examples of wood turning by your better half.
Some days I’m down. Others, I’m up. This makes me “just like your father” (according to my mother, sister and wife). Watch this space for more wood turning. She is going to try a bowl.
Tell her to make sure the wood is dry. If is a bit green it will dry out after it is turned and become oval shaped. And then she can say it was made that way on perpose.
Fortunately, though plagued with minor faults, she has access to dry wood. Someone gave her an offcut for a bowl blank a couple of weeks ago which feels positively damp. We are hoping it will dry soon. 🙂
here’s hoping
🙂
my writing friend entered a competition. she did not place in the final round and tomorrow we are going to go over the notes they sent. critique or opinion. that’s what it comes down to
It’s good to get feedback, so many places refuse to give it (citing lack of time) or want to sell you their coaching services. They had 4,500 poems this submission period, so, now that I’ve slept it, I’m feeling quite good they took the time to send feedback. 🙂
I hope you can extract some useful tips from your friend’s notes.
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