R's rue

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 I’m seething with anger Tears streaming down My cheeks Smoke billowing And I’m  Seeing I  Have issues I’m not in  A good mood Even if I know I’m blessed  And should be  Counting my blessings from R's rue https://ift.tt/Nvd3nCY

 I always spell my surname out when I encounter any officialdom. It’s a habit, I’ve got into as many people spell my surname as in the colour and not the Scottish/Irish monika. The receptionist was polite enough, though I did have to wait a little as Karen still hadn’t come back from her break yet , cue much eye rolling. The ultrasound department is like any other small hospital outpatients.  Faceless and sanitized. Another two men, patients too were sat in a gown to my right.  One looked nervous . Another receptionist called out “ Thomas Jefferson “ but no one reacted. She snorted and picked up the phone The three of us sat in silence for a while longer. I got out my phone and started to write this blog after Karen or was it Annette could be heard muttering  “ I don’t know where Mr Jefferson has got to…what does he look like?” We are all invisible, I thought to myself , invisible  men in our sixties I galloped backwards in my mind to the minors...