It was fucking awesome cause that’s when the twins arrived and they kicked much ass and it’s taken me all this time, I thought, because the story was really hard. But, why? Why was it really hard to tell? Because I kept waiting for it to have a happy ending. But that’s now how life works, is it? There isn’t really an ending until the end. And this blog isn’t about happiness, either. It’s about life.
And I know that.
This story was still really hard to tell.
So then I thought maybe it’s because it was so traumatic.
Cause there were some parts, some moments that were really fucking traumatic.
Flash back level, nightmare inducing, horror story traumatic.
Let me get to the punchline, though – the twins are healthy.
Yesterday was the third round of this year’s International Speech Contest, the Division C Contest.
I did my best. I was overtime. And then I wasn’t. And I almost started crying. The audience laughed a lot. Both men and women told me they cried afterwards. There were some amazing speeches tho. And I wasn’t in the top three.
This is my speech.
I’m flying along at forty thousand feet. I’m dressed in layers. I’m in the window seat. I’ve settled in for a long seven hour SLEEP.
Then I hear those magical words, “Chicken or Pasta”.
I’m WIDE AWAKE.
Chicken or pasta.
Do I want the healthier chicken or the TEMPTING pasta?
Chicken or pasta is a simple question. Other questions can be a bit more complicated.
What should I study? What will my career be? Will I date that guy? Will I marry that girl? Do I rent or buy a house? Do I want children?
Contest Chair and fellow decision makers, if you have focus – if you know your way forward, making difficult decisions can be easier.
The relaxed eye (turns out it is only the right eye, not the left) is only turning out slightly (-1 as opposed to -50) and they suspect that my eyes are freaking out because the glasses prescription is slightly off (it used to be -2.50 – now it’s -2.00).
After 40ish it is normal for the eyes to stop being able to compensate for a slightly wrong prescription.
So the next step is go back and get correct glasses and see if the symptoms go away.
I received the letter from UMCG’s orthoptist / optometrist with my appointment – Friday morning.
And while I was starting to panic a bit that the STRONGER pain medicine had already lost its efficacy today, I realized that I’m allowed to take one pill three times a day and I had only taken one pill.
In the Netherlands, when you need to see a specialist or even if you suspect you MIGHT need to see a specialist, you meet with your general practitioner first.
If you don’t, your insurance typically doesn’t cover it.
That appointment is usually something along these lines. Call the secretary. Make an appointment for sometime later that week or next week. See your general practitioner. Explain why you need to see a specialist. The GP enters the recommendation online, answering the questions each specialist requests. Weeks or months later you receive a letter in the mail with your appointment and a package of paperwork to complete before the appointment.