Day 78. 132,926 words.
Today, as I have done every few months since having my cancer operation, I called the depot to order up a new set of colostomy bags.
I shit in one of these per day, one every couple of days if I’m having a lucky low-volume week in the poop department. So I need new ones on a regular basis.
And Finland’s system, of course, is amazing. The bags are free, and the system … okay, it’s a pain in the dick but that’s fine. You can call Monday to Thursday, 11:00 to 12:00, to order new bags. And that’s it. So there’s a certain amount of waiting in phone-line.
But it’s gotta be done, or I’m shitting on the goddamn floor.
After placing the call, which is usually a matter of a few minutes waiting and then a few seconds talking, a big old box of colostomy bags is delivered to the depot under my name, and although that too has utterly fucktarded operating hours and practices, it’s reasonably reliable. I go there, give my name to the night manager, and he hands over my big old box.
Today, I learned (when I called the numbers given to me back in the day) that the number has changed. Fine, that’s a pain in the dick but what was I expecting from Finnish health services? Would have been nice to have been informed in some way that the number had changed but okay. I went to the website to check the new number.
Got the new number (oh yeah, and the hours too, now it’s Monday to Friday I can call, 12:00 to 13:00. Guess you lazy punks don’t get Friday off anymore, sucks to be you), that was fine. And then I saw that they also have an electronic form.
Hot diggity, welcome to 1995!
So I signed up, using my e-banking codes for some fucking fucktarded reason to verify my identity, isn’t there just some easier way of establishing who I am? Oh, and of course that failed. I can’t create an account. Not with my e-bank, not in any way. It bounces back to a “failed” page every time. So yeah, your cunting electronic ordering form doesn’t work, chuckleheads. Not that it would have worked reliably even if I’d managed to make an account. Fuck you.
So, back to the phone I go.