Can someone come and scream and throw dirty cloths in my home?

Arghhhh... yea i know should have written so many blogs, its not like nothing happens, no no am just lazy!

Anyway, its 06 here in Malta MickeyMouse country and i misstakingley fall asleep on around 23 on my way out to kitchen to open a bottle of wine, true. I had no intention at all to fall a sleep and had a friend on skype just opening a bottle of wine in his end so i had all intention to join him and his crazy laptop that create own words in a speed of lightining - love it, ahhh well, i dont know what happen, but i woke up around 03 in sofa with Tess on my chest. Other day i woke up in the guestroom, and i dont know why either, am getting old, maybe its alzheimers :(

So now its 06 and i done 2 machines of laundry, yes this houer: pure punishment for the neighbours down stairs arguee so so so much, stop that shit, i mean life too short too arguee and founding someone to blame, just face the shit, it happen, now we look forward, how hard can it be?

Done laundry, been out with Tess, cleaned my home, meaning sweping floors with a brush yes they dont use vacumcleaner in this mickeymouse country, and only one thinking its great is Tess as sweepeing the floors with a brush is in her opinion incredible fun arghhhhh!!!

The result of the cleaning are tilting me!

Also cooked a big lasagana, from scratch no half products :) in casa de "laa mariane catrine Loley"

-why is my name so hard? other day at casino they wrote on the screen : Lana Polley lol

the Lasagana i mostley cooked to proof to my friend am not going to kill myself, yea i was scared cooking Lasagana and eat it on my own will make me comit suicide.
So he said: Anna listen, dont cook. (he is so funny)

Bless him.

Well, other day i chatt with another friend, yea i know for the time beeing my life seems to be very computerized, but its this bloody foot jail, and its getting better so soon you have anna panna crazy IRL life back, Be petient. Anyway on my heading i had a text saying in english something that if your big dreams dont come trough so what or what you going to do about it. Its a strophe from a song a like.

He asked me what my dreams are.
And in all fairness, REALLY in all FAIRNESS one dont ask someone that 07 in the morning knowing the person is not sober.

But as the very straight forward girl with a unforgetable personalithy, i of course answered him very honest, and most times when people ask these kind of questions they just want the default random answer and he hasnet known me so long, so after i was done, he said: hmm ok, well that was honest. :) bless him. I hope i didnt make him too worried !

What did i answer, yea well its simple actually, i dont fight for world peace or starving countries as its seems like mission impossible, and i besides i think the copyright for that strophe is with Miss Universum. I do my charity of course and i have my sponsored kids in differnt countries, but my answer was simple,me think:

if i can have a partner, man or what you call it :) dont want a gay there is my border,not due to lack of sex, but i just cant stand this feminin thing 24 hrs a day. But i want someone that i can cook for, spoil a bit, give massage (am very good at that and miss it, and am talking real massage not "thai all included " :)even though i think am good at that too, not sure, ages ago FFS!) someone i can discuss with, someone who has passion for something in life, own hobbies interest so one dont have to cling all over eachother ALL the time, i mean i got my poker. Someone who can stand seeing me pale and black under eyes now and then not sleeping for odd 40 hrs or so when i go into my work zone :) someone who accept that sometimes one sleep days not nights :) and thats totaly ok. someone who accepts that yes one can make love tuesday afternoon at 14 on the balcony, and well someone who just wanna hold me little now and then when am cuddly, then i dont care if am rich or poor, but i need to be the woman, am so tired of being a man. reeeeeeally tired of being the man in the house. And ohh.... gotta be a fotball fan or else its doomed! Dont HAVE to be a LFC fan but well would make things nicer in the home.

I really miss the sound, yes the sound of someone in my home, i dont care what sound he makes i can even accept snoring and one of my former boyfreinds would laugh now, and say thats a huge improvment, but just the sound of someone around, i dont care what sounds or even if he sits and play poker 23 hrs a day, its ok, but he has to make sounds now and then :)AND throw dirty cloths little here and there. LIVE!

Honestley i really dont care of prestige or so, money or big fancy house, all i want is some sort of family "ish", i dont care if its my kids or borrowd kids adopted kids if they are black white green or yellow, or even if there are any kids AT ALL, but everyone shud really have someone to share both laughter and worries with. NOW i share them with my pc, lol and my online mates arghhhhh, phatetic.

And ohh. yea he needs to make me laugh else goooo away!

Can you imagine this, ok, i tell my partner goodnight at 10 in morning and go to sleep lol, or that i say no dont wanna go out tonight, yes i know its saturday, so what? no i cant see your mum and dad today its sundaytourneys ffs! and no i cant do this now, i need to finnish this tourney, lol just face it, these men dont exsist. Everything is pokers fault, i was normal before i sliped into this world :) i worked for the swedish goverment and took bus to office 06 every day and back home 16:00, did big shopping once a week, fall a sleep on sofa to a movie friday evening and had neighbours and friends over saturday and sunday it was dinner with family.

BUT on the other hand, isnt it better to live a little bit more relaxed, yea wehuuuu we got little tipsy a tuesday mornign and made crazy love on the balcony in pouring rain :) is that not better then go to bed and make the weekley sex with light off at 22 and maybe go to bed 00 in weekends. (puke).. cant live like that, if i want to eat breakfast at 23 and dinner at 08 i do that.

Byt yea.. it gets lonly too, thats the price you pay for the freedom. But cant it be combined, is that really so so darn impossible?

I can compromise :) but not about the kitchen, the kitchen is MINE, i dont want anyone challenge me there and cook, it stress me. Leave my kitchen alone!

Then of course he cant just be anyone, he has to wear a pair of jeans good ( girls you know what i mean) have sexy hands, speak a certain language (why in this earth do i have a thing for that language, i dont know where it comes from?? and yes its restricting me!! ) he also need to tell me to shut up now and then, and he needs to write number ridles on my back before i sleep, he has to be clever, daft people really turns me off - immidiatley, he also has to be able to make me smile, and make me feel like the only woman on earth and be ok with Tess, he also have to enjoy ocean as i do, else its hard, but far from that naeeee far from that am not fuzzy. ~at all! You think am demanding too much? :( maybe!

We all know he dont exsist :) but one cant ask me my dreams and expect a logic answer, am not very default random standarnized ~ thank god!

Now sun is up here in Malta and am going for a nice morning walk, yesterday morning i took this picture. Love the marina and boats.




Have a great weekend all!

A&T

NB: i never lived alone really, not until last 2 years so maybe am just not used to it and should stop whining ~ iknow, or play more poker could also be an option! Can anyone record me some hubbie sounds? i can put that cd on when i feel lonly :)

Where are the hidden cameras? pls?

Malta seems to reall have taking disliking to me, and i dont know why, i been nothing but good! So besides not having water and food between saturday and wednsday wich in all fairness i think is penalty enough for what ever reason am being punished, i have also burned my nose, cut my fot, met a man in hand cuffs, got new plaster by Roy "the boy" Brindley and.. yea well i can go on.

And yes, i am looking for the hidden camera!


The homedeliver of water and food i looked forward to was not possible as they only drive out my area on wednsdays, bhaaaa, and the water here is not even drinkable! Not even if you cook it can you make coffie one it, yeaa been an intresting weekend for sure and my eating and drinking acts has been... well lets just say that lemons and red wine is not the perfect match.

Lydia has quit her job, she said she was too tired and she also said
- am not as young as i look you know.

ok lol, why she say that? When she looks like she is 100? * shaking my head*

So i had to take Tess out myself when Chantelle cant come, so its been a little painful but hey hoe, am ok. POSITIVE THINKING !

Monday i sat out on my balcony, it was very sunny, and i put my ankle high up and sat there in the sun and i surley must have fall a sleep for a few minutes because not only did i burn my nose, all red, but woke up with a boooom, Tess tried to chase a bird off the balcony with the smoothness of a elephants grace in a china store and hit the table and made my last bottle of water fall down.... and pour out... am not so quick now....so i gave up the rest thinghy and decided to take Tess out. I cant get shoes on the fot but got cast on most of it just a bit in front so i figure it be ok. Yes well this is Malta and Malta dont like me so why i thought that it be ok, i dunno.

I of course steped in glas and cut myself. Had not really expected anything else. Standard.

Also stupid only took one krytch with me out, so when i cut my fot i had to lean extra weird, i mean it looks weird already with out the cut, am not really the most graceful person even without krytches!!! But now i lean so weird that my back is crocked. Ah well... if i dare i go and get masage but i cant even imagine what will happen then. I better stay home and locking the door from now on and ride out this negative variance, it has to stop- right?

I came home and had to try to wash the fot and do damage control so needed some toilettpaper, i already made blood on the floor everywhere. Before the fot injure i thank god bought a whole big packet toilett papers, might seem like over kill, but the toilett papers here are very light, and small so i bought a huge pack of toilett roles, as a matter fact, EXACTLEY 54, and i can herby confirm to the company: VET. FUTURA LineS.p.A Marcianise (caserto)- Italy that it is indeed 54 roles in each packet. FFS ( and yes- of course i mailed them and told them they need to improve their emballage beause its very annoying to chase 54 roles on one fot, and a dog helping out thinking we playing land hockey with 54 pucks! YES- When i took the packet out from the place it broke, just like that and 54, yes FIFTYFOUR roles role out along the corridor in my apprtment, NNH GG WP.

Tess thought it was very funny, just as fun as when i 2 hrs later droped a big box of matches on the floor and they ALL fell out, sorry but i did not count them. Please forgive me!


Tuesday morning it was time for another xray and either still keept in foot jail or get a free card and pass prison. When finally finding the right place to go to, its a HUGE hospital, and am amazed they dont speak better english. For an example the wrote something very difficult to read on my note, but i understand its there i shall go, yaaaa am not totaly stupid.
So... i came to one door that said something similar and also something that looked like the swedish word for "ortoped" and its actuallyt those who fix foots and the like so i go in there. Maybe also shall add that i had sunglases one but i still think coming in on two krytches and a fot in cast should lead them more into that then the glases!

I give the lady my paper and ask if i am in right place. she says- Si si, yes yes eyes. huuu?
no no i said and point on paper. she says again: Si si eyes operation.

FFS, shall i now be wrong treated and come home blind! Not sure how much more i can take. So i say NO NOT EYES. And i show her my krytches and bang one of them against my cast. She seem to weigh the options and say- siiiiiiiii... we do eyes and she point on my sunglasses. Am so used wearing them so i didnt realise i had them on, and i think it was wearing those that confuse her, like i had eye proplem. Sooo i limp on and come to somehting i beliave is main reception. AT least its CROWDED. And people act like its war and the person inside the counter has the only packet of knackebrod left! Seriously.

But am not stupid i learned now, loudest, and with most people around you that can scream on your behaf wins!!! It took me 10 min to get in to the doctor- am sho sho proud!!

OK. so now we sitting there me and the doctor and a nurse, looking at the new xrays, and he flip the pictures in the computer back and forward back and forward so i now have memorised my foot skelett for sure. then he says: what is this? and point on my heel on the screen.

well in all fairness he is the doctor and if he dont know how shall i know???? And the heel has never had a problem!! He look again and then he look at my foot and squeese and look, and he say: well its something there i never seen on a human been before!
What, come again?

But i am calm, ice cold calm, nothing bothers me anymore, i know these maltese people overdoe things all the time so i say, - ok can it kill me?
I mean at this point after all that happen am not so sure am intrested to hear anything unless its danger for my life, then i can listen- breifly.
He says no but its strange you dont know what it is, it looks like metal. WTF?
Again, and i also realised that now, one cant joke with docotors in Malta, they just dont seem to get it, but i said - ohh that one, yea its since i worked as a spy, but i thought we got it all out.

the nurse gets it and starts to giggle. but the doctor is no joker id say. He looks at me and says if i wash my feet before xray. PARDON? ( this is second time a doctor are concerned over my clean or not clean feets!!! Its in the bloggepisode: another day in paradise ) And also am i right or am i right, is an xray not like.... overlooking dirt, even cloths if you got it on???? AND how can i wash something that are inside a cast before they take the cast off- huuu? how ? tell me that!

And no my feet are not dirty!

He says again, he never seen it and ask if its paing me. Its about 1x1 cm, and yea he is right it does look like a round metal chip with nagged edges lol, and i have no clue. Well we give up this and he finaly get back to my ankle and decide to give me a "full walking cast". so they rush me off to the plaster room and so funny, there to do my plaster is a man that i swear, really and honestley swear is a twin to Roy "the boy" Brindley. I met Roy several times and he is a very very nice and funny guy lol, and i will ring him and thank him for doing my cast! Hillarious, it was so weird, but Roy did my foot and am off out, home yea too freedom!

And speaking off freedom, while waiting in line to the plaster room the police comes in with a man in handcuffs, lol yes true. Maybe around 30 and very very holigan ruff kind of guy look, dont i just love these hooligans! They place him on a chair oposite me and he dont speak one word to me but his whole attitude and ignorante smile is like he owns the world lol, love it! He stirs at me for full 10 min, and its not stirring for evil or curiosity, the man is totaly and open flirting with me, geees they dont have bitches in prison anymore?
But i stirr back. And am not sure who won this stirring competition but i really really would like to know why they had him in handcuffs????? Wonder if one can find out? when they call my name to plaster room and Roy Brindly audition the hand cuff man whisper: Ciao Bella and he blinks. LOL funny!

Does this things happen to all of you? Or am i cursed or something?


Or am i in one of those shows, will this end up on TV? ARE there a hidden camera somewhere?

Hep hep
a&t

Tess the celebrity girl, peeing on the red mat!

Yesterday before going to bed, or shall i say this morning, i took Tess out, and i mange to take her on a 200 m walk, only took an hr,ya ya ya LOL!

Anyway, seem to be some kind of event on because here was a big red mat rolled out outside one place, i dont have a clue, as i been stranded up in my appartment, this is first time i really are out in a week and also its 05 so cant really get the grip on why the red carpet is there, NEVER mind, ghaaaaaaaaaaaa, just get to it phanna, stop this rambiling!

Well, i had to pass this red mat, and as i dont walk so quick, yes.. well....

Tess can now add to her experienced life being a celebrity dog and done her pee pee on that red carpet. It was not at all my intention but as i couldt pass it quick and had to walk there (it was big mat), it happend.

After all she thinks she is outside :)

Lydia been here and we did our standard morning ritual, -si si Meskina ect ect, and i said Morning! Still dont have a clue what she says.

Now am going online to order grocceries, its all empty here and they do homedelivery so going to try that and after 13.00 a petshop delivers 15 kg dog food.

So all in all, its actually possible to stay totaly locked up, most can be fixed. Even though i have not choosed it, and dont want to be in this situation again.

Sun is stunnig today, shining in on my back warming me, so i will role my chair 30 cm to the left :))) and sit outside on one of the balconies a bit and get some brown boops i think.

Hep hep over and out!

A&T

Chantelle & Lydia

Yes, i know it sounds like name taken from a old German adult movie :-) But its not.
As it happens, Me and Tess are now employers.
Not sure what i can call our little company but i figure something out.

Lydia was employed first and she also work mornings. She is old school, fast frames, this is my job and this is not. Very punctual also.

Chantelle is my freelancer and she comes when it suits her. She is an all rounder type of employed person.Very quick learner. Definitive a keeper.

What am i rambling about?

Well, i cant possible walk Tess on my two good friends krytches 1 & 2, then i break other foot aswell and i already got blisters in my hands so i had to "hire" some people to help me with this. Money goes long way. Cash is king.

So Lydia comes 10:00 sharp and take Tess out.
And also 17:00 in case my freelancing staffer Chantelle cant come, mostly in case its rain, you now with freelancing staff they can choose what assignment they take on and apparently dogs living in Malta dont need to go out if its cold and rainy. ok.

Let me so tell you little something about Lydia.
Its very hard to say her age but my guess is somewhere around 50-100. She is about 150cm tall and 120 width.Yes its true. Her hair is gray from the hair roth and about 3 cm and after that is black. Most of times when she comes to work she has her hair in two "pippi longstock" pony tails on each side of the head, looks slightly odd as they approx only are sticking out 2 cm, not very long hair for that hair due IMO but what do i know about fashion.

She wears some sort of pajamas trousers that end just under the knee, to that she got socks that ends half way up the vade and sandals with open toes.

She is not very found of speaking English so we dont do that, she speak Maltese and i stick to nooding and smiling.

She comes and say:- Bongu Bella Tessan meskina meskina pupa sabiha. - Si si, pupa Meskina meskina meskina eyaa lau. I say god morning. Have no glue what she says. Dont really make any difference.

Tess go and get her leach, she actually started to do that minute she hears the door phone as she know that's how it is these days, so she got very annoyed at Mr Aaron Klikk the other day delivering my computer set up and NOT taking her out to pee, she didn't understand that at all. The door phone is her's these days.

And its little funny how dogs adjust. I stand on my balcony with a cop of coffee and look Lydia wobble the street down, she walks veeeeeeeery slow, so slow i get hyper stressed watching, and she talks to Tess in Maltese constantly and I hear the word Meskina Meskina Si si. Tess walks so so slow beside her and look up now and then.

I tried to give Lydia these black bags to use when Tess does nr 2, but she don't understand, or she just prefer her own system and am not member of any union with my little firm yet, so i cant force her do my way. Her system: when Tess is about to do nr 2, Lydia stops her and stick a page from a magazine, says- Si si Meskina (she always has a magazine with her, so one can say Tess take a dump on Brad Pitt and such) She stick the page under Tess and Tess does her thing, then Lydia takes another page and put on top, and make some sort of solution here, I really dont want to go closer into details, sorry for that, but I swear its true I seen her do this. For Real.

Then this walk is over and they turn back home, so this is old school, job done, job over. No fun, nothing extra.

First day she actually brought this "packet" all way up to my apartment to proof the job was done. I said thank you so much but please, i trust my staff.
I am a very good boss.

I have stooped being surprised over things anymore. Life is just so different for all individuals in this world and this is apparently how my life is. So just to accept it. Anyway, after the walk its time to pay her, I pay her 1 € /each time she comes and i wanted to give her 20 € and say we take it from there. But no no, payment each time after work over!  So not only do we have to go trough this time killing procedure twice a day i ALSO need to have change at home. this is my life, yes i hear you! But what can i do?

OK.

Then we got Chantelle
Tess loves Chantelle.
Chantelle loves Tess.
I love everyone.

Chantelle is 26, sporty cool and funny. And very pretty with big brown eyes. She is traveling to Australia in mid January and she be very missed. Chantelle comes afternoons and take Tess for 1 hr walk. And Tess knows when its her, not sure how she can hear difference on how they press the door bell :-) But Tess knows! She jumps quick down from sofa, bed or where ever she is nursing her toys and hurry to get her leash (she actually does this, same goes if i sit long and play poker, she takes it and drag it back and forward back and forward on the floor in front of me. Anyway when she knows its Chantelle she runs to get her leash and I open the door and let her out to elevator, its just me up here in penthouse so no problem with that, and she is in that elevator asap it opens jumping all over Charlene :-)
And Charlene laughs and say: Tessssssss my sweet darling!

Again I stand on my balcony seeing them sprint of, in cool outfit and ipod in the ears, and now we talking tempo, Tess is happy tagging along!
Chantelle uses black bags for nr the 2 action. Thank you very much!

When they come back, Chantelle takes care of all, she goes to Tess drawer in kitchen (where Tess runs into and sit and wait) and pick a candy for here, cuddle a bit, always ask if i need something else, and we chit chat for a bit and she runs of. AND i paid her first day for whole week! TY! She takes 15 € for this hour. She is about the only person i speak with IRL these days and she understands that and always chat along. She is very curious about this thingy called poker so before she leaves for Australia, i will invite her for some nice Anna Panna Lasagna and let her play a few SnG :-) if i could hook up my mum who are 75 am sure i can hook up this cool 26 yrs old chick to play some pokehhhaaaa!
And she is not even loud, maybe she isn't Maltese.

Its hard work being an employer id say.

You think one should have "julefrukost?Christmas dinner" when one only have two staff?
I think so.

Anna & Meskina (as i think thats Tess Maltese name)

How come, one never break even with "screws" when putting togheter things?

Well.

Am Swedish. From the deep forrest of småland the very base and homeland of IKEA, right.

So am kind of used to putting things togheter.
But how come one always get things over?
It cant be good, i know, but WHEN there is no place to fit the things in, i really cant break or make hole in the things just to go +- zero, or?

But it wasent that bad so far, when putting the desk togheter other day i got a funny thing left, and it was just one in the packet so I can only assume it indeed is of some relevance, but there is 100% no place to fit it.

Then i put togheter my chair. There i went minus one piece.
-does this mean am ok? Like i just broke even?
Or will the result of this come later as some sort of reversed rakeback?

Today Mr Aaron Klikk (probarbly not his name but lets call him that) came with my computer set up, they are good here in Malta, home deliver is no problems, its just the reeeeeeaaaaally important things like Pizza, Kebab & Sushi and such i havent found a home deliver of yet. But its just a matter of time - will. Am very stubborn.

Soooo..... pc, printer/scanner, screen.
Result: I got 3 weird wires over, i beliave thats too much.
Even in my world of very high tolerance- its too much.

Even funnier is, they dont fit anywhere, so it cant be any back ups or so, or to use for extra fuzzy gadgetts. Because there is no PLACE for them. At all. And now you hot young guns pokerplayers shake your head and think sick she is daft but then you dont get it- the thing in each end of the wires can not even possible go in anywhere, not on these maschines anyhow.

I get so tired. They stress people with this- honestley,why send it along then? And if anything break down i bet they say: yepps your own fault, you didnt use all the wires! Warranty not valid.
But FFS listen - they dont FIT ANYWHERE!

Can i make a complain in some sort of higher instance for this?
Am very good in writting those emails :)

Even Adam Jungler replied me when i emailed him asking if he please can speed up a bit on the tables when on TV since its driving me totaly on tilt seeing his action, like a koalabear.

Have it best
A&T

At Malta hospital with a pregnant foot, kind of.

Ok, i guess you all deserve an update!!

After a very long saturday night with pain i realised i should see a doctor with this ANKLE, see yes i spell right now! Me very good ya ya ya.

So sunday morning i jump on one leg around the neighbourhood taking Tess out, and i have now given up the hope that they see me as normal since so many curtains moved while doing this so by now they are convinced that am a nutcase more or less.

Ah well. One do what one have to do - positive thinkning

Arrived at the hopsital and i now know that this hospital actually is the biggest in Europe, one learn so much sitting in emergency room all day. I also learned potatos grow best in the north of Malta and that the water no good in city and that.... ahh you get the picture. And if it wasent for the fact i was in shitload of pain it be quite interesting, so many different people.

Well i register at the counter and as i dont have my blue swedish health card with me and my health incurene here in Malta isnt ready i end up in nomansland and have to deposit a lot of money for anyone even to take my name down, my name that by the way all day trough in all the speakers was "laa mariane catrine Loley" one can for sure say i didnt know it was me the first 10 times i heard it.

After 3 hrs i realise this is going nowhere, since am alone here.
Because i discovered that the ones bringing most friends and relatives and who are able to create the loudest conversation and crazyiest wave with the arms is the one getting help, regardless of the injure.

Not much i can do about family but reverse psycologi might work so i make sure the person in the counter SEES me :-) then i limped/dragged my foot and myself to the counter in best "ringaren from notre damm" style. When finaly there, (all this took maybe 8 minutes and trust me i had the whole waiting rooms divine attention) i squezze a tear out (not that hard actually as i felt both totaly abandon and cut of the world and also in pain) well i squezze a tear out and whisper very low (reverse tactic remember) and the whole waiting room had become silent to hear me, lol, i even hold my arms around me instead of up in air ala Malta style.

I say: pls am so so sorry to disturp you, pls excuse me but i waited for so long and soon i think i will faint and am all alone and im also pregnant and am so scared its not good for me ( well not pregant ofc, unless there is to be a new Jesus to born but a little white lie has not hurt anyone, at least thats what i said to myself then) The minute i say word pregnant the waitingroom BURST out in a loud discussion,angry that they let me sit and wait hahahaha... hillarious! I will love this country.

-Oh bella, Si si, you come tell me, we dont let you waaaaait!
And whupptiii i won the battle of the que, i almost wanted to turn around and raise my arms in victory to the rest of the room as they call my name: "laa mariane catrine Loley go to area 2" But as the very good behaved girl i am i controlled myself.

Really felt as i won a big marathon getting this far, and it took the doctor about 30 seconds to shout, Xray!

Bhaaa... he at least could have given me some more attention he was adorable cute, but propably gay with my luck!

"laa mariane catrine Loley go to xray area"

I can not for this world understand why they have to announce everything, but maybe it is to entertain the waiting room people, because when sitting out there one here all this so one can really follow the peoples move in the system, and the waiting room while i was out there started to discuss when they hear the names go trough to nexty "area" and of course arguee about what the diagnos would be and why and this and that, i mean come on, of course we argue loud and wave our hands
- its Malta baby.

anyway, they xray my fot from all possible angels and then shout in the speakers "laa mariane catrine Loley go back to area 2" and hearing this all day i just need to ask the person in the xray room, why cant he just tell me as am just 1 meter from me him, why does he need to say it in the mic?

I ask this and he once again turn on mic and say: "laa mariane catrine Loley.... WTF? i say no no, i want to know why you do it when am standing here, i understand if you tell me? He reach for the mic AGAIN, and i say noooooo pls...but no luck, "laa mariane catrine Loley please go area 2 now", its true he added a now.

I give up i said Ciao and limped on. Limping has for me now a total different meaning then 2 days ago.

Wonder what they thought in waiting room hearing my name 3 times to leave that area?

Ok BACK in area two. Standing there waiting for my doctor, a nurse come runnig with a wheelchair, ??.. -no no i am ok i say. Nonononon you have to sit, SIT!
Well i sat. Cant argue with a Maltese. Already learnd that.

Doctor came and said (and he axctually said this)
- Listen madam ( madam woot??...), yes i said.
-What is wrong with you?
-ehhhh... i got pain in my fot .. i started to say.
-NO NO.. he said, whats WRONG with you? -Your fot is fraktured in 3 places and in 3 differnt directions and you decide to wait 24 hrs before coming in AND walk around here in the areas instead of letting your family pull the wheelchair?
-Besides i am also told your pregnant, where is your husband!!! he really should be here!

(why did they tell him that, it was just a lie to get into the doctor)

He is angry, my cute doctore is angry with me and i actually cant look at him and say its a lie so say something evenmore stupid, i know, but you need to understand am very tired now. So i say,

- he left me am all alone. ( i reaaaaaaaaaaaly should not said this, and the minute it jumped out my mouth i realised that but too late) the WHOLE area 2 gets quiet and THEN boom, a discussion in Maltese and very loud and angry started, when i think back am sure i will smile one day but at this point i really felt so bad, tricking this people but it was kind of too late.

No shit sherlook it takes so long to get things done in this hospital!! Then they decide that ok, well lets give her a bed!!!

Ok so now they put me in a bed, and role me into the place where they do plasters/cast, and i hear in the speaker, "laa mariane catrine Loley ......seriously when will this farse stop. One nurse is walking beside the bed holding my hand even, i really really felt bad, i dont like lies and am very straight forward but this was like a emergency lie, how would i know the person tell the whole hospital?

I get my cast, is that really the name?
And i still dont understand why they have to do it all the way up to the knee when its the foot that are damaged? Is that not little over kill?

Placed back in wheelchair and out trough the waiting room to deposit some more money to get krytches and another appointment. And yes, of course the waiting room seeing me started to discuss loud and clear as they do about everyone coming out. And one woman came to me and said: -Si si i told my sister, you come out with that, and she knocked on my cast, the sister came up behind her saying a very long harang in Maltese and then turn to me, Si si she right but i said you get bandage! OMG, pls god let me get a taxi home NOW, i kind of want to hear " "laa mariane catrine Loley your taxi here"

Got my kryches and now am actually soon in tears for real, understanding how unbleivable difficult this will be alone in Malta with a dog to take out, and am stricktley banned from using my fot, one can say am "fotbanned", seems like a good complement to the chatbann that i seem to get everywhere. Attitude problem, what they mean?

Am soooo nice!!!!

Over and out, tomorow i tell you about the woman we found to take my Tess out couple of times every day, lol, she is very serious, she explained exactley what Tess done, how she did it and how much and how it looked, well i dont really care as long as it is done outside!

I think the woman is one of those old ladys that cant social with humans, she seem honestley more odd then me. OMG is it me in 30 years i see in her?

Now am scared for real.
Is it momondo .com one find tickets?

A&T