Pissed
I had a lovely topic to write about this morning, but as the minutes ticked on, waiting for this computer to open, I became more and more frustrated – 10 to be exact. It is always a slow go anyway, but this morning Microsoft wanted to update. The first attempt to open Word failed, and the second. Each time it came with a message, something to the words of ‘won’t be long’. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t mind so much, but this morning I have an appointment in town so my writing time is limited, and taking an extra ten minutes of that time is annoying.
For the past few days my security has wanted an update. The message always appears just as the computer opens. ‘Please restart to upload the latest update’. I did that yesterday, filling in the extra time this took, with chores around the house. I don’t know why all these things can’t be done as one turns off the computer, as happens with other updates. That way, I wouldn’t get so frustrated waiting, especially when I am in a hurry.
It is now four and a half hours later. Just as I was writing that last sentence, I received a phone call from the hospital. The doctor was unable to make his flight this morning. It is an absolutely stunning day, so it certainly wasn’t because of the weather. My bet was, it had something to do with the doctors’ strike yesterday at Whangarei Hospital. Of course, all the people who missed consultations yesterday would need to be seen today and I’m picking it could even be patients in the hospital. Stephen and I decided to go to town anyway and left immediately, rather than the half hour later we would have done had my appointment gone ahead. It does seem surprising that it was not until 9.37am that I was notified this morning, just one hour and 20 minutes before my appointment. I had already had my shower and dressed and if it wasn’t for this blog, I would have already left the house. Surely the hospital knew before this that the doctor wasn’t coming. But I knew it wasn’t the person’s fault who rang me, so it was no use getting upset, but really, it was just another frustrating thing about this morning. I did have a gut feeling that my appointment wouldn’t go ahead but as I hadn’t heard from the hospital when I had my shower, I assumed I was mistaken. The hospital wasn’t even able to reschedule my appointment, instead, telling me they would ring me during the week to do this. I guess all the missed appointments today will have to be slotted in between the other bookings, such is the state of our busy health system. I wonder how long I will have to wait now.
On a brighter note, I met a lovely ex-Zimbabwean lady last night and it was her quote that was going to be the subject of today’s blog. She told us that this was one her father used to say to her when she was a little girl. ‘’Talkie, talkie, talkie, talkie very nice, talkie, talkie, talkie, talkie no cook rice.’’ I just love this and it is a good reminder that we need to carry out the physical actions for things we wish to accomplish. It reminds me of one of the cards in my Ted Andrew’s pack about right prayer and right action to achieve the things we desire. Whether we are praying or talking about something we want, we still need to take the physical steps towards this.
On that note, it is time to step into action. I still have some gardens to weed. That beautiful flower bed I desire won’t happen on its own.