Hold onto your dreams, however bleak it seems

I feel like an ancient asking for this, but wouldn't it be nice if people were pleasant and considerate towards strangers? It's silly to complain about, because it sounds like I want compensation for being kind to people, but perhaps I'm currently just more emotional than usual and take things to heart when I shouldn't.

The people at the station weren't much better. I do not understand how no one these days lets people get off the train first, but is already rushing to board. No one noticed the wheelchair lady or the guy with the crutches — both of whom I'd held the door for earlier at the station. I got on the train last, being shoved at.

Anyway, I got yelled at by the ticket lady on the train. She was annoyed I didn't put my small but heavy suitcase up on the shelf. The shelf was already full of other people's stuff and I am not allowed to lift heavy things as I am recovering from my surgery. I hadn't left it in anyone's way, it was as close to me as possible, but she was in a bad mood and I suppose she felt she could take it out on me.

Just... this isn't how I was raised. My mum did a good job instilling manners in us and now it seems they are utterly useless. One good thing is that I made some people smile. I would focus on that, but unfortunately during the whole ordeal with the ticket lady I moved wrong and now the surgery wounds are a whole lot more painful that the were previously. It will pass, I know. And I'll get back to making people smile tomorrow at work. I hope each one of you found something to smile over today. <3

Today they took out the stitches from the surgery from ten days ago. It is surprising they've healed normally in this heatwave. The lady was a little surprised when I told her I was going to work in a few days and told me that she'll not yet close my sick leave doc, and said to call them on the day if I was well enough and decided to go in. I'm honestly not sure what state they expected me to be in. It's four small wounds in my stomach. It's not as though the gallstones are going to be an issue now — they removed the entire thing? I can walk and stand fine. I'm not even on pain meds anymore. It's also not that I must go to work, but I want to because I just signed the contract and even though they know me from when I was at my internship, I don't want to cause any more headache.

That said, the moving part is a nightmare. I realised I gave some empty boxes to my sister when she was moving and now I have to get a new box from somewhere tomorrow to send a handful of things to the other city. And the morons who own the post company decided to close the place in the middle of the city, so now I have to find a place that has boxes that is near walking distance. I'm only packing a small suitcase for now, doing my two shifts on the ninth and the tenth and coming back to get more stuff from home. No need to overdo it. Even if I am mostly fine, I don't want to be dragging around giant suitcases. The train ticket is around 10 euros and I live near the station in both cities.

This all leaves me little time to be creative, though. I miss writing and drawing. I suppose I won't be doing digital drawing at least for a month, until I can buy a smaller portable device. I've been looking at Wacom Movink 11. Does anyone have experience with it? I think it might do the job for me. As for writing, I just need time to sit down. But mostly, I'm just running around packing things and buying last minute necessities. I've been trying to figure out something to write for fan flashworks Ear challenge too, but nothing's clicking yet. Nothing reasonably short I could finish in time anyway. :(