Hello, my friends!
I'll also say that this is still Google Translate, and some phrases may not sound the way I intended or have a strange turn of phrase.
The title is actually the name of a Soviet film, which I slightly reworked. Initially, I thought I'd play on the phrase of an Argonian from the game Morrowind: "Khajiit, news!" Well, yes, I decided to be a little more original this time, stealing someone else's words. In Khajiit. )) However, the news is really so-so. But I'll tell you, continuing the previous post.
// So, I actually got a fairly successful job working at the checkout counter at a mini-mart. I worked successfully in January and February. The management and colleagues treated me well, and turned out to be good people. I managed to get an entry in the "complaints and suggestions book" stating that I was a good cashier and one of the customers praised me. Let me explain. Previously, this book had a purpose, and customer entries were reviewed by management, and an entry could entail consequences. Either good or bad. Complaints threatened fines or dismissal, while praise meant a bonus. These days, it's more of a nod to the past, and this book offers nothing serious. It's more of a game.
// But then. Because of the power outages and the less-than-comfortable spot behind the cash register by the door, I was freezing. I caught a few colds, but perhaps most importantly, I caught a cold below the waist. I thought it might be cystitis, which I think they called prostatitis. Not very pleasant. Going to a state clinic was suicide. It's too dangerous to leave the house at all because of the "man-catchers" from the military registration and enlistment office. Moreover, the doctor's referrals and the terrible chaos with scheduling appointments. In some cases, a month in advance, for example, to a surgeon, is tantamount to death, if the person has something serious. Yes, state clinics now seem like a struggle to overcome obstacles and dangers, considering the "man-catchers" scurrying back and forth and the busyness or negligence of some doctors, I hope.
// I went to a private clinic. Yes, it's expensive, but I was hoping for a quick resolution. Besides, a friend with a car helped me with the trips. It's quicker and easier to avoid getting caught. Mostly. However, cars could also pull over and drag drivers out of them. Even long-haul truckers, for example, or bakery workers delivering bread. Sometimes they'd just stop public transport and "check documents," forcing me to sign up for forced service. Basically, we have "fun" here sometimes. So working from home or nearby is a good option.
// But I digress, sorry. The doctor, a pleasant, middle-aged man, basically confirmed prostatitis, mentioned kidney stones, and sent me for a blood test and other tests, which showed elevated blood sugar. All this, along with everything else, turned out to be bad news for me, and just yesterday, they told me I have type 2 diabetes. They prescribed medication. I had to go to another clinic because the first one didn't have the specialist I needed. Meanwhile, I've been stuck at home for a month now—all of March, that is, without a few days. The doctor at the public clinic I have a contract with was able to give me a sick leave certificate, but only for 10 days. Otherwise, it was kind of like a private matter, and now I have a good chance of losing my job again, not to mention that I really can't leave the restroom for long. I might try contracting with a therapist at a private clinic. I don't know what the pros and cons are. Basically, I'm really in limbo. I can't go back to work as a cashier, because I'd be useless. My eating habits are quite chaotic, both in terms of timing and what I eat, but I need to establish a meal schedule and a diet, and my diet has mostly been potatoes and cereals. Potatoes and some cereals are also contraindicated for me now. I can forget about sweets, and alcohol in general. I've never had much of a passion for the latter, even though I used to work with beer. But now, oddly enough, I often think about wine. I've always loved wine, considering that it used to be always homemade—made by a friend, or rarely now, by me. But alas, that's in the past now because of the war and other things. And apples. I've always loved them, and now, perhaps with the exhaustion of the body during the winter, I really want them. Anyway, that's the news. I can't help but wonder if I should ask you for an extra coin. I've never felt so weak and incapacitated. BUT, by the way, I've lost weight, as they told me, and at the doctor's office I realized that since my last weight measurements, which were a really long time ago, I've probably lost about ten kilograms! Hooray! I can crawl into the closet and look through old clothes; maybe I'll fit in again. )) Although my lower abdomen, most likely due to the disease, will cause discomfort. But I hope it should be fixable.
// Also, friends, happy spring holidays to everyone! Winter is behind us, and ahead are the spring days of early and most welcome warmth, the bright holiday of Easter, and hopefully many good days. I hope Easter brings good news and joy to everyone. Take care of yourself and look after your bodies, don't repeat my mistakes.