Never more. Today was a nevermore-day, a day I only want to forget. And at the same time a day I really need to remember. Nevermore-days I have reluctantly come to find, are the steppingstones towards a future where I am trying to renew myself, to become a hopefully better version of the human I used to be. So, we went to the hospital for a baby check-up. There I come with my pregnant wife – the Husband. The Husband can sit there, and then my wife disappears behind a curtain.
Like a good schoolboy I sit down where instructed, beautifully resting my hands in my lap, waiting for them to call me so that I also can see the magic on the ultrasound monitor. I hear voices. Are they talking about the baby? Have they already started? Without me? Should I say something? Why aren’t they calling me? What should I say? In Japanese!
Never more. The sadness and loneliness that came over me – we both froze. Both wife and Husband were lost for words. And in a future where your wellbeing is our focal point, this is not an acceptable behaviour. We need to improve, stand strong for you. Stand together and not let ourselves be intimidated by a cold stranger in a white coat. Never more.
When we came home, the electric rice cooker had boiled over. My wife wanted to have rice porridge. I had never made rice porridge before. I used the wrong setting. So when we came home, the electric rice cooker had boiled over and the kitchen bench was filled with sticky rice. Yes, that is also a never more.
I hope.
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