It started off with a bright, boozy brunch. The food was as good as if not better than the merry conversations at the table. My head still floating with a mild buzz, I decided to visit the museum. It always transported me to the past. I walked through all the exhibits, taking my time to read all the descriptions. The solid, factual language used, was a nice change from the flowery words I was used to at work. After spending a couple of hours at all the exhibits, I made my way to the technology wing. This was my favourite section. As I observed the handheld devices, I remembered the smartphone era from my childhood. We still had to touch the screen. Today, my brain-link glasses do it all for me.
I was accustomed to the waiting area of the clinic. It was my fifth visit. However, I could see a little girl nervously looking around. Her mother was holding her hand, giving her the courage to remain seated. Courage was indeed required when you are a little kid and you hear screaming coming from the room next door. The doctor had taken no efforts to soundproof his operating theatre. We could all hear the drill whirring and the patients screaming. Everyone knew what was going to happen once we went inside.