The life of MG (I) - A different morning...

This post starts "fictitious" tales about the life of MG, a random striker somewhere in western Europe… for now...

" 4:30 AM - Another typical Thursday night ends on a (cold) walk from the usual place straight home... The good thing is that somehow there is still warmth within me... maybe "a couple" of beers and "a couple" of gin tonics have something to do with that. In 4 hours I will be back to my desk! Work hard play hard, definitely the way to go...

9:00 AM - Zzzzz... A voice far far away in the hall... Shit! I’M LATE!! 45 min later I am back at my desk, in record time...

9:45 AM - Phone rings... far far away a strange voice is mentioning something about meeting the company doctor and doing a routine health check. First thought crossing my mind: "I am fine! No worries..." However, I wander about not having met the doctor until now, a dude that might be a useful contact for the future... What the heck, it is just a couple of staircases down...

9:50 AM - Sleepily, I knock at the door "Medical checks". With the usual friendly manner (yes, usually quite good in first approaches…) I introduce himself and wanders what are these checks about... A very friendly woman goes off about the need of routine checks to make sure everything is fine. In theory it makes a hell lot of sense but then again... a strange effect pops up in my stomach... Asking about the checks, a shiver runs through my spine... Blood and urine, reflexes, seeing and hearing... Mmm, maybe not the best time to prioritise these dangerous and devious practices... One thought only: “I need to get OUT!”... small steps back, babbling a combination of sentences involving recent made health check and too much work... ufffff… Back to the safety of my desk, a muted phone and replenished with much needed water…

7:15 PM – Here we go again…” MG