My MRI appointment was at seven in the morning, which meant that I had to get up at four thirty and catch the train at five thirty.
Darkness, rain, strong winds:
I caught the train, and we rode for twenty minutes, then there was a rumbling sound and we came to a halt. The conductor told us that our train had struck a tree, and that the power line was done.
We just sat there, and at ten to seven I realized that there was no way I was going to make my appointment:
They started working on our train, which meant that things were happening for us, at about ten to eight:
In the end we were evacuated to a different train that also somehow went to a place where we could catch a connection to the city.
I transferred trains at about ten to nine:
When I arrived in the city, I had missed my appointment indeed:
It was ten to ten by now. But here’s the good news: the people at the clinic managed to squeeze me in for the MRI an hour later.
I fell asleep with my foot in the tube.