White sexy stockings in a German hospital

I dreamed of white sexy stockings, so that uhhhh…. Dreams often come true, but not in the way we want. I received my white erotic stockings twice this year - in May and in August, but I dreamed of something else... So, you have to manifest your dreams very clearly, otherwise, you can get white stockings, but under completely different circumstances, for example, in a hospital, where they are given for free if you have an operation.

For the last half a year, I have been here, in this huge building, where nobody ever sleeps, there are a lot of people and life is busy, already three times as a "client" and a huge number of times, so to speak, "visiting for a cup of coffee with a croissant". I already knew all the procedures and actions, so I felt more confident, although I still barely spoke in German, I already understood a little.

The first time you enter a German clinic it seems like a maze that is impossible to go out. But after some time you will realize that everything is very structural and all the departments are built according to one scheme, there are pointers everywhere, and colors on the floor that can help you to find a way out. German public clinics cannot even be compared with many of our private ones, unfortunately, Ukrainian private clinics are still far away in terms of service and level of professionalism. There are many backsides in the German medical sphere related to bureaucracy, registration procedures, which are different from Ukrainian ones, as well as termins (this is your appointment time with a doctor), which are difficult to get and without which it is simply impossible to live in Germany, and termins are needed for everything. You can't just come to the shop and order, for example, glasses, you need to get a termin. You can't just call the hospital and make an appointment, for example, for some blood tests or an ultrasound, you need to get a termin with the family doctor, go to this appointment with a particular termin, and tell everything about your health to a family doctor, and the doctor (and only he/she, NOT you) decides what to do next, if he/she doesn't give you a referral, for example, to an ultrasound, you will not be able to get a termin. To get a new bank card you need to get a termin. To take your order, for example, at Fielmann, you need to get a termin, etc. BUT…. Regarding medicine, despite all the negative sides, medicine here is one of the best - if you have very serious and even fatal diagnoses, you will be given a chance to live on, and not just be drained of money. Sorry, but I write as it is. If the situation is critical, doctors promptly will make drastic decisions. Of course, if you've just been stung or hurt somewhere, you'll have to do a lot more than sit in the long queue and wait and wait. But, again but... if you need to be operated promptly everything will be done quickly and professionally. Having arrived in this country with a different mentality, background, and rules, it is of course difficult to adapt and get used to the fact that all systems function here completely differently. But in fact, there is no other way - you have to change, you have to become very flexible and perceive any challenge and change as a new opportunity, otherwise, you simply cannot survive, not only here, but anywhere.

BUT, returning to the hospital... Last time I was lucky and I had a room only for one person, I was happy like a child, because I remembered all the previous times when there were other women in the room. The TV was always on, and my room neighbors thought I would like to talk 24 hours a day, although they were very polite and caring, for me it was extremely difficult as I was after anesthesia and I couldn't even get out of my bed for two days. The other time was a very silent and calm woman, but she smoked like a "locomotive", she went outside for an hour and smoked the whole time, and then when she returned to the room, I thought that I was in a pub in the 2000s. And here I am alone in the hospital room, no one bothers me, just like in a resort with a view of the roof of another room...

A nurse came in and told me to get ready because somebody would come to take me for the operation as soon as possible. Well, since this was not my first time here, I knew what to do: I put on white tight stockings and a designer dress, the one with ties on the back. I sat on my bed, took a deep breath and exhaled and the door was opened. A bald and cheerful man whom I already knew, with mystical tattoos on his neck and hands, came in. His eyes, as always, shone and were very kind. "Frau Berhe". I understood that he came for my body and I had to put on a mask on my face and humbly lie down on the bed.

And then everything went according to a plan - a walk through the whimsical white corridors of the hospital with a breeze, so to speak, and at high speed as if for a bed, my driver apparently liked speed, and we were already in front of the doors of the operating unit. We drove into the first room, and he wrote something down and showed me that I had to laugh. “Why are you so serious?!?!?” “Well, yes, why am I so serious?!?!?” A nurse came, and I had to be transferred from my fancy room bed to the operating bed, but it turned out that there was another name on that bed. No problem! They changed the bed, and once again asked me these questions: "What is your name? How old are you? What surgery will you have?" When I was asked what kind of operation I should have, I somehow started to get nervous. Then I remembered that I was a Master after all and calmed down. Through the open door, I could see another corridor, which I also remembered well from May, it honestly looked more like a laboratory than a hospital. While I was looking at those boxes in the other room and thinking about what was lying there, such nonsense ideas came into my head, I was already undressed, put on a princess cap, and covered with a hot blanket so that I wouldn't freeze. Another minute I was in that room with the boxes, and then the corridors again and I was in the room right in front of the operating room. They prepared me for the operation, asked some questions, made some injections, and in between all this I saw what was happening there because the doors of the operating room were kept open and I saw the doctors and a lot of equipment. The heart squeezed. I continued to breathe deeply and watch my breath focusing on myself and not on what was happening outside. They took me to the operating room. Two charismatic anesthesiologists were trying to tell me what would happen now and voice their every step. They put an oxygen mask on my nose and told me to breathe deeply and slowly.

- How old are you?

- 38.

I answered in English.

- How old are you?

- 38.

I answered in German.

They made an injection into my vein.

- No, she does not understand us.

- We ask how old are you?

- 38.

Once again I spoke in English and then in German and fell into a deep sleep.

And again, everything was known.

- How do you feel yourself?

I was shaking and couldn't say a word.

- Haben sie Schmerzen?

I nodded my head and fell asleep again.

When I opened my eyes again, the nurse said that I was already in the room and the operation was successful.

I closed my eyes and slept for almost two days.

The Master does not whine. The master does not yelp. The Master does not regret his/her life. The Master accepts everything as it is and everything that his Soul has prepared for him/her with dignity. And when it seems to us, as humans, that everything is bad and that everything is lost, in fact, the Universe and our Soul are preparing something new for us, and we just need to move from the position of a Human to the position of the Master.

October 25, 2022.