Monday, 9th September 2024
I realised I was walking on water
Today, about an hour before leaving the office, I felt strange.
My head is not working.
It's like my thinking function is on strike.
I have been learning a lot of things at a fairly fast pace.
I was given a B5 size notebook and I wrote roughly seven to nine pages of handwritten notes a day.
Before I left, I transcribed them into a spreadsheet and sent it to the person who taught me, asking him or her to look over it.
I actually wanted to write them in a word processor, but I thought it would be more helpful to write the steps on several sheets in one spreadsheet book if I wanted to pass them on to someone else as a reference for the future.
Today, my boss said to me.'Is the pace a bit fast?'
I answered with a quick, nonchalant 'No'.
I forgot to bring a piece of bread for lunch, so I bought a similar type of bread in the area near the office during my lunch break.
I had never forgotten bread before.
And I felt so awkward going to buy it that I thought about skipping lunch.
But I bought the bread because my brain would not be nourished and my performance would suffer.
On the way home, I dropped in at the municipal office to have the beneficiary card for the public expenditure scheme for medical expenses changed to the name and number of the new insurance association.
The officer was kind to me, even though I went there 10 minutes before the end of the workday.
However, when I was told to go to a pay-as-you-go photocopier on the ground floor and photocopy my new insurance card myself, I felt this was bullying the disabled and would make no one happy.
Someone, perhaps someone high up in the town hall, must have decided that disabled people should have their insurance cards copied at the only photocopier in the municipal office for users' use, using their own money.
People on the frontline would not have welcomed that decision.
Since previously the insurance card had been copied by the person in charge at the counter on the third floor.
I said, 'Okay' and took the elevator down from the third floor to the ground floor, where I couldn't locate the photocopier, so I asked the information desk staff to show me where it was and photocopied a new insurance card for 10 yen.
In the meantime, a chime rang to announce the end of business at the municipal office.
I went back to the counter on the third floor and submitted the copied paper.
They then hurriedly produced a new beneficiary card and gave me a copy of the application.
I got home on the bus, which was two buses later than usual.
I was so tired that I immediately took off my clothes and used the shower.
Then water came in my mouth, got into my windpipe and I coughed.
I couldn't breathe and it was very painful.
I thought I might die like the way I was.
I had been walking on water since the beginning of September.
Usually, humans cannot walk on water.
I realised this today and at that moment I sank into the water and drowned.
My strength is about to run out and my head hurts, but I will probably go to work tomorrow.
And I will be filing a form to the health insurance association declaring that I am on a publicly-funded scheme for medical expenses.
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