T STands For STill Sick

 

My entry to Elizabeth´s T.

It ended up in the drain. Yuck.

Food... all I got down:

But I am better, no wishing-well-thoughts needed! 😘

Journal, huh:

Monday: Wanted to work but 6 hours, nada. Full time. But I loved it.

Got my bank data on the PC without help, yay!

 

Ingo made sure I eat healthy. Quarter of a breadroll and quarter of an avo.

Ack. When eating is a pain. And you have someone who cares and makes you eat it...

Took me forever but was the right thing.

 

Lisa in The Simpsons told a story in a story .. in a story... meanwhile. Mr. Burns finally got a pic of himself with a child smiling and got his belongings back. My life is so exciting!

Tuesday: It came from all sides. So much work and ALSTOM teamleader decided: Holiday! ESE-teamleader agreed. And then I was so dumb to give my private number for in case away. Let´s see (we´re a team and I´ll be home anyways).

We hop on the last leg, so to say. But I am glad I get a holiday-extension!

Reckon they know my last leg is falling off soon 🤣

Do you know that feeling? 

Too much work, but you love it?

I am sad this year  is over. More or less.

I love it cause by now I half-know what I´m doing!

And they all appreciate it!

And they´re all nice people!!!

Best job EVER.

I would nearly say I pay for being part of it all!

To-be-Teamleader said:  

Take your time to study the technical details, if you want!

Let me tell you. Come slower times I will! Now I just scroll through and check for translation-ability.

Wednesday: Couldn´t eat again and Teamleader gave me a "go!"  to go for 2022 at 11:00 am.

01:00 p.m. we fought over a problem. So much for leaving early but mind you.... I nearly cried shutting down work-PCs for the year... I never said so, but I can´t wait to come back!

Did I ever mention how great that team... aw, well guess I did ;-)

Ingo has a new business-idea!

We buy a truck. I am still allowed to drive a 7-ton-one (please stay home - come mid-January you´re safe, I´ll loose that priviledge).

And then roam the neighborhood and steal frameworks that sit on houses more than a week without any work done.

3 months we have that problem here! Now they rip it down very loudly and we wonder... what have they done? Nothing but taking parking spaces in the street for "stuff". Cheaper than storing it somewhere else but in public places :-(

Buhu. 2022 is done, work-wise.

 

Thursday: I miss starting with "tock-tock...." as "good morning" for my T.

We don´t What´s App on holidays but the maintainance guy sure was LOUD getting me out of bed on my first day off...

 

Friday: Sick.

Ingo asked me to do some... here it is:

 

 

I did at once, weeks ago. The doctor Ingo was at.

We pondered upon a letter to PLEASE take us both in, as most doctors say they have no capacity no more.

I faked the envelope for fun  (blue., you know what) but Ingo never delivered it. 

I could´ve needed a doctor. I really was sick. Alas.

I would have 2 weeks of holiday to have a real holiday next year. No doc > threw that away. 

 

(In Germany, if you have a doctor, you can get signed sick even in your holiday. 

The more than expensive insurance company has to take over. 

You keep your holi-days. No doctor > all gone)

 

I went shopping and recycling at 07:00 a.m.

Ack.

Later Ingo went again, maybe a fun-post to come.

 

Weekend: 

Saturday: Christmas day: Bro called. We talked forever, Ingo got mad  and that was Christmas for me.

Sunday: I made the goulash Ingo didn´t. The meat was... not good. I followed the recipe.

Used two pans etc to make it right (and by now I can cook)...

Couple days before Ingo got meat from there and... it was crap.

The best butcher in town is gone.

I spent 4 hours for NOTHING. Was too sad to take the BOSE with Adriano even.

Löwenzahn, Maus, Fairy Tale, no Ingo. Merry Christmas. Cause my Brother called?

I know it makes no sense - door closed means leave me alone. 

He sleeps in his work-room, too.

He does not care how much he hurts me.

Reckon your Christmas was better than mine.

Heard the Nieces in the background when we talked, Bro and I.

They had no interest talking to me. We haven´t seen each other in ages, they do not know who I am. We live 60 km apart. 1-hour-drive by car (lot longer for me).

It was the best year. Sad this week ended so ... not-nice.

Was it my fault? Who knows, who cares. You cannot get back the time, it´s gone.

At least I got the super-dry toast Ingo bought home down. Still sick, can eat.

At least now I know the Tooth Fairy is male.

 

Art-wise... a piece of summer. All burnt...

 

We could´ve had some nice days.

Ingo threw them away and I do not know why.

 

The love of my life... why. 

 

Please do not say sorry.

This is but my lille, sad diary and it had to get out.

I have no idea what the future brings.

Brings me flowers, makes pressies... maybe he is angry I did not.

I make him brekkie and lunch every working day, clean the condo (not often enough!), do the the dishes, the laundry... cook at times, grocery shopping, it´s not I am sitting lazily on a throne.

If he TOLD me .... the "holiday"... just more mental stress.

Week three health knocked me out. And my heart now gives me the rest.

And they will say say: you had a wonderful time-out, now WORK.

And I will, without a word.

This is my little outlet.

I am sorry. The words needed to go out.

Ingo is a nice man. 99.9% - sadly I grabbed the last bit no one wants...

Henry 🦁

Well, Henry. Who knows. I do not.

Again. Please no "sorry"-saying. Just enjoy if you´re better off, OK? 

I slept in till nearly lunch time (haha, eating...)...