J'aime l'hôpital. Nan, vraiment. En toute sincérité.
Ces gros c*ns veulent se faire faxer l'ordonnance pour savoir quel examen faire. J'ai pas de fax donc je lis l'ordonnance au téléphone. "Oui, mais il faut nous l'envoyer par fax hein...". Hum. Coincée pendant 3 semaines.
"Papa, je t'ai mis mon ordonnance devant la porte. N'oublie pas de la prendre pour la faxer depuis ton bureau."
Retour du Papa. "L'ordonnance n'a pas bougé". "Ben, t'as vu où tu l'as mis? Comment voulais-tu que je la vois"? NDLR: La dite ordonnance était sur le radiateur qui est à 20 cm de la poignée de la porte. "Humpfff, oui mon papa d'amour, tu as raison. Quelle idiote j'ai été!" (envie de meurtre)
Retour de la Maman. "Tiens, j'ai envoyé ton fax." "Merciii :D"
Et donc, triomphante, j'appelle l'hôpital. Ca sonne. Longtemps. "Bonjour. Je voudrais prendre RDV pour une IRM mais je savais pas quel service contacter." Ca re-sonne (merci de prévenir que vous alliez me transferer, au revoir, bonne journée, mademoiselle. Longtemps.
"Service de l'IRM" (le bonjour est en option). "Oui, bonjour, je voudrais prendre RDV s'il vous plaît." "Ah ben, c'est trop tard". "Non, mais je pars demain en vacances donc j'ai pas le choix". "Moi, je suis le médecin aux consoles. Donc je peux pas." " Et quand est-ce que je dois rappeler?" Voix distante: je suis sûre qu'il a demandé des précisions à la SECRETAIRE (censée prendre les RDV). "Avant 16H".
Bande de glandoss. Je vous hais.
Je retourne à mon genou.
2.16.2009
Sounded hopeful but it's making me cry
Si je devais définir le style de livres que j'aime, ce serait ceux qui racontent un bout de vie d'un homme dans la trentaine, un peu paumé; pour diverses raisons, mais le plus souvent, à cause de la gente féminine. "J'étais derrière toi" arrive en tête de la liste pour ce genre de bouquin. Nicolas Fargues se plaint, certes, mais tout est plus ou moins cohérent; ça ressemble à du Begbeider, mais ça n'en est pas. Extraits.
Page 13: "C'est vrai, je ne m'en suis pas vraiment rendu compte parce que je vivais la chose, parce que le mot, c'était à moi qu'il était adressé."
Page 14: "J'avais nuit et jour une boule à l'estomac, tu sais, la boule que t'as là et qui te lâche plus, le mal-être mental directement transformé en douleur physique objective, tu vois ce que je veux dire? Le genre de truc contre lequel on te prescrit des anti-dépresseurs, du Prozac, des trucs comme ça."
Page 15: "Je pensais que tous ces médocs, tous ces psys et tous ces discours, c'était pour les faibles. [...] Je ne comprenais pas qu'on puisse être malheureux sans réagir"
" Bon, moi, à aucun moment je n'ai vraiment pensé à me faire prescrire du Prozac parce que j'ai, au fond, un ego surdimensionné qui me fait toujours me maintenir la tête hors de l'eau"
Page 17: "J'ai même fini par ne plus avoir aucun scrupule, aucune honte à répondre à la question: "Ca va?", par : "Non, ça va pas, ça va pas du tout, j'ai besoin de parler, là, t'as un moment?"
Page 18: "Eux-mêmes t'ont longtemps considéré au-dessus de la mêlée, attendant avec une impatience perverse le jour où, à ton tour, tu finiras bien par te casser aussi la gueule, comme tout le monde."
Page 20: "Ca en devient presque vexant, même, tant d'anonymat dans la souffrance."
Page 39: "C'était le simple fait de regarder les arbres italiens, les champs italiens, les routes italiennes et les usines italiennes en bas et de me dire: "Je vais atterrir en Italie et y passer deux jours et demi. Ca va me changer les idées parce que me changer de mes repères habituels."
Page 104: "Mais c'est impossible d'y goûter consciemment, au bonheur. [...] Parce que tu as remarqué que le bonheur, c'est toujours un souvenir, jamais le moment présent, hein?"
Je mets pas tout. Mais putain, qu'est-ce que j'ai aimé ce bouquin. Et j'ajouterai juste qu' "il m'attire, comme une loi fondamentale de physique".
Page 13: "C'est vrai, je ne m'en suis pas vraiment rendu compte parce que je vivais la chose, parce que le mot, c'était à moi qu'il était adressé."
Page 14: "J'avais nuit et jour une boule à l'estomac, tu sais, la boule que t'as là et qui te lâche plus, le mal-être mental directement transformé en douleur physique objective, tu vois ce que je veux dire? Le genre de truc contre lequel on te prescrit des anti-dépresseurs, du Prozac, des trucs comme ça."
Page 15: "Je pensais que tous ces médocs, tous ces psys et tous ces discours, c'était pour les faibles. [...] Je ne comprenais pas qu'on puisse être malheureux sans réagir"
" Bon, moi, à aucun moment je n'ai vraiment pensé à me faire prescrire du Prozac parce que j'ai, au fond, un ego surdimensionné qui me fait toujours me maintenir la tête hors de l'eau"
Page 17: "J'ai même fini par ne plus avoir aucun scrupule, aucune honte à répondre à la question: "Ca va?", par : "Non, ça va pas, ça va pas du tout, j'ai besoin de parler, là, t'as un moment?"
Page 18: "Eux-mêmes t'ont longtemps considéré au-dessus de la mêlée, attendant avec une impatience perverse le jour où, à ton tour, tu finiras bien par te casser aussi la gueule, comme tout le monde."
Page 20: "Ca en devient presque vexant, même, tant d'anonymat dans la souffrance."
Page 39: "C'était le simple fait de regarder les arbres italiens, les champs italiens, les routes italiennes et les usines italiennes en bas et de me dire: "Je vais atterrir en Italie et y passer deux jours et demi. Ca va me changer les idées parce que me changer de mes repères habituels."
Page 104: "Mais c'est impossible d'y goûter consciemment, au bonheur. [...] Parce que tu as remarqué que le bonheur, c'est toujours un souvenir, jamais le moment présent, hein?"
Je mets pas tout. Mais putain, qu'est-ce que j'ai aimé ce bouquin. Et j'ajouterai juste qu' "il m'attire, comme une loi fondamentale de physique".
2.09.2009
Your smile pressed against mine
I found this on a blog, and apparently it is from someone's MySpace. It really is cute. Maybe unrealistic but ...
I want a lot of kissing! often! and almost everywhere. I want to be thought of as CUTE in the right moments. I want water-fights while brushing my teeth and pillow-fights in the living room, go to the playgroung together at night, cook together. I want to be able to flee from the big bad scary world into your arms and get my tears dried. I want to get tickled until I can't breathe anymore and play footsie under the kitchen table while having breakfast. Yes, having breakfast on Sundays up noon, it's sacred to me! I want to cook the most delicious things with you and eat them and laugh off our tummies afterwards. I want to be protected and protect. I want to weep with joy and it should go all tingly in my stomach, if the doorbell is ringing and I know it's you. I want to get told stories, which will really happen someday and some that are made-up. I want to feel, somehow, incomplete without YOU, because I'm ADDICTED to your closeness. I want passion, which never ends and that's important for both of us that it exists and that it's always ubiquitous! I want to get catched. You should find me sexy and tell me so, let me feel it that you think I'm, I want to find you sensual and exciting. I don't want presents. Small surprises, which don't cost any money are thousand times more appealing to me than expensive ones, bought impetuously and without thinking twice... I want to talk until morning and haggle over every second that you spend longer by my side - and win! I want to spend rainy Sundays in bed with you, cuddling, eating ice-cold chocolate ice cream... It should feel right to wake up and fall asleep next to you. I want to look into your eyes and feel at home. YOU are supposed to be the person of whom I wish that he holds my hand when I die. I want to have to grin dim-wittedly, because you're in my life. I want to be your missing bit and I want to TRUST you, want to know that you trust me, because you can, if you're the RIGHT ONE! I want to get you your favourite biscuits when shopping and, lying on a meadow, sleep through summer days in your arms. You have to be pacient, if I'm not ready, though we should have already left, because we are expected somewhere... I want us both to make compromises and listen to each other, keep our own lives without limitations and, still, becoming a part of the other one. I want to call you after 10 minutes when you're gone and tell you that I already miss you... tell and inform you what I'm doing and where I am, without needing to justify anything - I don't want to be restricted and I don't want to restrict you... HAVING RESPECT FOR EACH OTHER AND KEEP IT LIKE THAT! ...arguing, without overstepping certain bounds... that it can be pleasant to remain silent - without feeling awkward... Yes, I want to be a part of your life and feel it, too... Your T-shirts are supposed to hang on the clothes line beside mine and your voice shall make my skin go all goose-pimply. BUTTERFLIES IN OUR STOMACHS SHALL REMAIN... You should order for me too when I'm not there yet and I want to call you "honey" in front of your friends, without you being embarrassed. I want you to be a tower of strength and I'll never hurt you. Sometimes, I don't even want to be able to wait for you, to be together with you again. And you should "forget" your T-shirt at my place, hence I've got something until the next time to smell you at... When I'm 80, I want to sit in my rocking chair and tell OUR grandchildren how it was like, the first time we kissed. I hope that I'll find you soon ;-)
I want a lot of kissing! often! and almost everywhere. I want to be thought of as CUTE in the right moments. I want water-fights while brushing my teeth and pillow-fights in the living room, go to the playgroung together at night, cook together. I want to be able to flee from the big bad scary world into your arms and get my tears dried. I want to get tickled until I can't breathe anymore and play footsie under the kitchen table while having breakfast. Yes, having breakfast on Sundays up noon, it's sacred to me! I want to cook the most delicious things with you and eat them and laugh off our tummies afterwards. I want to be protected and protect. I want to weep with joy and it should go all tingly in my stomach, if the doorbell is ringing and I know it's you. I want to get told stories, which will really happen someday and some that are made-up. I want to feel, somehow, incomplete without YOU, because I'm ADDICTED to your closeness. I want passion, which never ends and that's important for both of us that it exists and that it's always ubiquitous! I want to get catched. You should find me sexy and tell me so, let me feel it that you think I'm, I want to find you sensual and exciting. I don't want presents. Small surprises, which don't cost any money are thousand times more appealing to me than expensive ones, bought impetuously and without thinking twice... I want to talk until morning and haggle over every second that you spend longer by my side - and win! I want to spend rainy Sundays in bed with you, cuddling, eating ice-cold chocolate ice cream... It should feel right to wake up and fall asleep next to you. I want to look into your eyes and feel at home. YOU are supposed to be the person of whom I wish that he holds my hand when I die. I want to have to grin dim-wittedly, because you're in my life. I want to be your missing bit and I want to TRUST you, want to know that you trust me, because you can, if you're the RIGHT ONE! I want to get you your favourite biscuits when shopping and, lying on a meadow, sleep through summer days in your arms. You have to be pacient, if I'm not ready, though we should have already left, because we are expected somewhere... I want us both to make compromises and listen to each other, keep our own lives without limitations and, still, becoming a part of the other one. I want to call you after 10 minutes when you're gone and tell you that I already miss you... tell and inform you what I'm doing and where I am, without needing to justify anything - I don't want to be restricted and I don't want to restrict you... HAVING RESPECT FOR EACH OTHER AND KEEP IT LIKE THAT! ...arguing, without overstepping certain bounds... that it can be pleasant to remain silent - without feeling awkward... Yes, I want to be a part of your life and feel it, too... Your T-shirts are supposed to hang on the clothes line beside mine and your voice shall make my skin go all goose-pimply. BUTTERFLIES IN OUR STOMACHS SHALL REMAIN... You should order for me too when I'm not there yet and I want to call you "honey" in front of your friends, without you being embarrassed. I want you to be a tower of strength and I'll never hurt you. Sometimes, I don't even want to be able to wait for you, to be together with you again. And you should "forget" your T-shirt at my place, hence I've got something until the next time to smell you at... When I'm 80, I want to sit in my rocking chair and tell OUR grandchildren how it was like, the first time we kissed. I hope that I'll find you soon ;-)
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