Went to bed at midnight, woke up from the alarm at 5.45. Not enough sleep again.
I did get going pretty quickly, ate breakfast and even wrote rudimentary morning pages before leaving for Munich. It was cold and wet at that point so I really needed my winter coat, fingerless gloves and my umbrella.
The train was ten minutes late but that was not a problem for me because I had planned with margin. The trains are always late these days.
I had learned from past mistakes and had taken a screen shot of the directions on how to get from the subway station to the clinic so didn’t have to wander around half-lost this time.
Everything went well, I met a doctor whose last name is the same as the name of the city I was born which has never happened before. I saw four different people, one for admin, one for talking about the surgery in general, one for talking about anaesthesia, and one (or rather two) who took an ultrasound and measured some of the nodes in my thyroid. Everybody was very nice, really clear and explained things well.
Then I went back home. When I was changing from the subway to the train at Marienplatz there was a fire alarm. Everybody was to leave the station immediately. We all trekked up the stairs slightly confused. There was no fire or smoke anywhere, so maybe it was false alarm.
In any case it was clear we wouldn’t get back into the station soon so I decided to walk to the next station. I tried getting information about the trains on the way but the transportation app wasn’t working. At the next station I realized there wouldn’t be any trains there as well. I mean, it’s all connected through a tunnel and train tracks. When the whole system is blocked in Munich proper that’s just it. Which is why they have been building a second tunnel for years and years now.
So I took a tram to Pasing. Good thing that I know my way around because the app and even Google Maps weren’t working. In Pasing the monitors on all the platforms were just saying there were no trains running through Munich. At all.
I saw a train on the neighboring platform that would at least be going in almost the right direction. So I went down the stairs and up again and entered the almost empty train. And waited. Until I saw a train that belonged to the right line pull in on the platform I had just left. I sprinted downstairs and up again (all with my mask on and my glasses being foggy which is always lovely) and threw myself in the carriage. Phew.
Made a detour to buy yogurt (and chocolate) and went home. The trip home had taken at least twice as long as the way there.
At home my husband was making pizza and talking about all the many things he had to do in the morning. Including scrubbing the baking sheets. I did help with cutting veggies and salad and assembling the pizza proper. The mushrooms I had bought last Thursday were moldy so we ended up with pizza Margherita and it was the best thing I’ve eaten in a while:
We all ate together because the boy had realized there were no trains just before leaving for uni and had opted to stay home. It is theoretically possible to use the bus and the subway instead but that’s no fun when all the other people who wanted to take the train are all on the bus with you. Trains can hold way more people than buses.
Then I had about half an hour before I needed to teach. By then I was very low on energy, not the best lessons of my life. I had two short breaks between student and I used one to do a very quick round of mobility training.
After teaching I ate another slice of pizza for dinner, decided to leave the dishes for today, had a beer, watched some C-drama and went to bed.
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