rainbow after a strom

I didn’t write about Sunday here because it ended up horribly wrong. The day started well, I went to the concert and I had a really good time with my friends (a couple) and their kids. I was at 5.30 pm at the bus stop in Liverpool, fairly relaxed. I knew I would be on time for that literature meeting..because….what could possibly go wrong?

OK….but the whole journey there was a hell and I got literary stacked in the tube. First the bus wasn’t coming, when it came it didn’t open the door….by that time I’ve realised it’s getting late so I went to take a tube. The tube was packed, I didn’t know that a few lines were closed so I had to come back and take another line. The one line that was working was over packed, we were standing in the corridor trying to get to the station. Somehow I have managed to squeeze into the train but for the whole journey I felt like canned sardines might feel if they had any feelings!

I arrived one hour late! The place was packed with people, but they were there for a different reason, some theater show. I forgot to check where exactly the meeting was taking place and I didn’t have time to ask a lady seating in the light small window because my friend has called and she was really angry that I got so late.

I felt really sorry but at the same time I knew it wasn’t entirely my fault…if I could fly through the traffic I would but I was just stacked with the other passengers and couldn’t do anything about that!

Because we had an argument I didn’t feel like looking for that meeting, I was already too late, so I just took a bus and went home. It was a sad journey back, in (suddenly!) almost empty bus, at Sunday night. I went to my parents to have a quick cup of tea and warm up my feelings, my mum was making a huuuge bowl of fruit salad, my dad and brother were watching some movie, so it made me felt better. Then my brother walk me home and came for another tea and somehow his practical mind managed to assured me that I don’t have to feel  that guilty.

Anyway, I thought my friend will not speak to me again….but she did. Yesterday we both emailed that lady at almost the same time, and both of us didn’t know about that 🙂 That lady was very understanding and she asked us to meet again this time all three of us. She said also that she will like to publish my friend’s writing in that magazine.

I have told that lady that I want to withdraw from this project as it’s probably not my vocation to write for public. She emailed back saying that it’s better I keep in touch with people who love to write as I don’t know when the vocation might struck. Well….I’m going for this meeting only because my friend is too shy to go by herself….I can do at least that for her after that Sunday when she spent most afternoon alone, waiting for me. I don’t have any personal interest in that meeting, I’m going mainly for a friend and also to see that women and say thank you.

So, me and my friend are back to normal 🙂

As to the health issues I went to the doctor and it was quite funny. It was a walk-in doctor and I was there for the first time. I asked for a female doctor but there weren’t any. My problem was breast related so I was hoping for a female but well….I didn’t have a choice and was hoping for some old, father- like doctor! (please, please not some young, good looking guy!!!!!!)-I was praying!

My cousin went with me so while we waited she showed me some brochures about Islam. Her boyfriend is muslim and he wants to get married with her…it’s all hidden nobody knows but me and her other cousin. It’s a long and rather beautiful story, I will probably write about this in the future. My cousin never was much into Catholicism, she talks with that guy and it makes her think and maybe to convert into Islam. Fair enough if that would be a place which will make her happy, she already looks so happy and interested. But why I’m writing about this now is because when I was reading one of the brochures she showed me I’ve read about some verse from Koran (similar as to Bible) when Virgin Mary says to the angel: ‘how it can happen as no man touched me?’ and at that exact moment the receptionist called me and told me that a female nurse just came in and she will sign me to her! Me and my cousin started to laugh at that. When I was examined by that nurse I was thankful to Heavens that I have a female nurse, because I felt really exposed, if it was with a male I will feel very embarrassed. I know it’s only a doctor but it’s the way I feel and can’t help it.

The nurse examined my breasts and said that everything looks normal and she can’t feel anything. Now I’m not sure myself if I felt something or not. She said to check it with my GP if I have more pains but otherwise everything looks normal to her.

I spent the rest of the day with my niece as my cousin went to meet up with her ‘boyfriend’ 🙂 gosh their story is really romantic and exceptional, for sure I will write about this more once everything is more clear.