Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 2265

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike, est. 2007)
Part 2265
by Angharad

Copyright © 2014 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“You are a bloke, aren’t you?” Sally Knott appeared not to have been found by the senior nurse.

“What does it matter to you, your prejudice makes anything I say poisoned.”

She glared at me. “It’s wasting public resources, indulging your fantasy, that’s why it matters.”

“What fantasy is that then?”

“Wanting to be like a woman.”

“Like you, you mean?”

“Yeah, like me.”

“Do you honestly think I envy you?”

“Yeah, got ovaries, have you?”

“A significant number of cisgendered women have no ovaries or non–functioning ones.”

“What’s cisgendered?”

“You really ought to stay up to date with the jargon otherwise your arguments seem even less valid. It’s biological gendered.”

“Like me?”

“Assuming you are a biological female, yes.”

“Of course I am.”

“But not a mother, are you?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Oh I don’t know, sauce for the goose and all that.”

“What d’you mean?”

“Well if you can speculate about my status, I’m entitled to wonder about yours.”

“No you’re not.”

“That’s hardly fair, is it.”

“I’m not some bloody weirdo.”

“I don’t consider I am either.”

“But you are, you changed sex and then you did the same to your son–that’s disgusting. Play with your own perversions but don’t damage children to satisfy your unnatural urges.”

“Oh dear–you can’t have children, can you?”

“Whaddya mean?”

“You only have one ovary and the fallopian tube is knackered.”

She gasped and glared at me. “Who told you that? One of those bloody doctors, I’ll bet.”

“No they didn’t. Unlike you they abide by a code of ethics. Your body told me.”

“Now I know you’re crazy.”

“Must be–this might hurt a little.”

She gasped and dropped to her knees sweating. “Jesus, what have you done to me?”

“Cleared your blocked tube. Your periods will start again in the next few days. I’d wait a week or two before you try for that child you so badly want.”

“What? You’re crazy–you assaulted me. I’m gonna call the police.”

“Sally, how badly do you want this baby?”

“What’s it to you?”

“I’ve just given you the gift of fertility.”

“You’re mad, how could you do that when the doctors couldn’t.”

“I don’t know how it works but it does on the proviso that you don’t tell anyone about it.”

“Why should I tell some fairy stories about some fairy who thinks she’s Jesus Christ.”

“At least you got the pronoun correct and I don’t have any doubts about my identity.”

“You’re mad.”

“And you’re jealous.”

“Of you–ha.”

“Of me–it sounds ridiculous but I’m everything you want to be–wealthy, successful, family, wealthy and loving husband.”

“You still can’t have kids.”

“I can’t be a birth mother but I have wonderful children who I love and they love me as much as if they were my natural children. It also meant I gave a home and a chance to children who others didn’t wish to help.”

“Perverting them.”

“I haven’t caused any of my children to do anything they didn’t want to do.”

“You put the ideas in their heads, I’ve heard of people like you, grooming them.”

“Please, before I undo the healing I did, just go.”

“You and your fantasies make me sick,” she snapped as she left.

“Why did you fix her, Mummy.”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“Yes you did.”

“Only insofar as acceding to the energy.”

“What?”

“I knew there was a problem, it needed to be sorted. I sorted it.”

“Will she have kids?”

“Just one, a little girl she’ll call Emily.”

“How d’you know that?”

“It just comes into my mind.”

“I wish I could see into the future, I’d buy the winning lottery ticket every week.”

“I think you’d find you couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s a gift, given by the universe to help others.”

“Well winnin’ the lottery would allow me to do that.”

“I think you’d be hugely disappointed, young lady.”

“Not with ten million in the bank.”

“There’s more to life than money.”

“Yeah, but you still need the dosh to do anything.”

“In today’s society you need money to pay for your needs, I admit; but there is still much enjoyment to be had which costs nothing.”

“Like what?”

“Seeing a sunrise, hearing a skylark, holding a dormouse, being with your family and friends.”

“You cheated.” She accused.

“I didn’t darling–if you feel better, how about I ask if we can go home?”

“Yeah, okay.”

They had to check her out again but eventually agreed she could come home with me. Stella had already gone home, taking a taxi according to reception. That was fair enough she had her own kids to organise.

Strolling down to the car we were confronted by nurse Knott. “I’ve lost my job thanks to you.”

“I don’t think so.”

“You complained.”

“I wouldn’t have if you’d not been so offensive to me and mine.”

“I still think what you did was unnatural.”

“Which, sorting you or being who I am?”

“Both.”

“You really need to get out more.”

“I’ll be able to now, except I’ll have no money.”

“I’m sorry but that is your own fault.”

“I came on a few minutes ago–you really did clear my tube, didn’t you?”

“I told you that.”

“Even though I said you were a pervert.”

“Even so.”

“How did you do it? Are you a witch?”

“I think you’ve read too many cheap paperbacks, and no, I’m not a wiccan.”

“What are you then?”

“Someone who likes to help others when I can.”

“But you performed a miracle.”

“Did I? I didn’t think so.”

“You’re not Jesus, are you?”

“Would it matter if I were? You’d still be prejudiced just like people were two thousand years ago, and through their lies and bigotry they had him put to death.”

“No I wouldn’t–you’re not Jesus though, are you?”

“What d’you think?”

“I dunno.”

“In which case I’ll leave you to work it out for yourself.”

“But that’s not fair?”

“Why?”

“You should tell me.”

“Would you say that to Jesus? Demand he tell you things?”

“Er no.”

“C’mon, Danielle, let’s get home.”

Safely in the car Danni asked, “Why didn’t you tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

“That you’re not Jesus.”

“How d’you know I’m not?”

“I don’t remember seeing anything in the Bible about him being able to cook like you do, or ride a bike.”

“D’you know, kiddo, neither do I.”

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Go to bed!!!

It's late and you've got a bike ride tomorrow.

Oh, lovely dialogue by the way, reconciliation often works cos' it often invokes guilt in the abuser.

Thanks.

Bevs.

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Still concerned

about Danni, depression and self doubt don't go away that easily. How are they going to watch her 24/7?

Bigots - funny, if you do something nice, you must be jesus. Interesting thinking. Wonder if we've heard the last of Sally. Kind of hope so but who knows what adventure lurks in the muse of Angharad?

Bike 2265

You know I don't remember seeing to: “I don’t remember seeing anything in the Bible about him being able to cook like you do, or ride a bike.”

Richard

Perhaps it's in Velocipedes

Perhaps it's in Velocipedes 22:65.

Kris

{I leave a trail of Kudos as I browse the site. Be careful where you step!}

LOL

Who are the people of this world to know what or who the Christ (or what he is ascribed to being) would come back as?

Omerta!

HE or SHE would....

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Get the same treatment all others who make the claim get.

Involuntary detention in a psychological unit.

NHS refer to a lot of people as a waste of resources

I remember being treated by the NHS is Swansea for a broken leg in 1987.
I am not going to name the Hospital.
They referred to me as a waste of resources because I had a sports injury(Sky diving)
There were 2 guy there who had a been there for 6 weeks as a result of a near fatal motor cycle accident. They were also considered a waste of resource.
They then want to charge me for my stay in hospital because I was not British. They then discovered I was Irish and they could not charge Irish people.
This made them really mad.
I fainted in hospital a few the first few day walking around with a heavy cast on my leg.
They asked me if I fainted often. I said that when I was not feed. Meals for the first 4 day for me was a slice of toast and an apple. They said this was because I was not a planned admission.
If I put this in a fiction story no one would believe it.

what a funny line

“I don’t remember seeing anything in the Bible about him being able to cook like you do, or ride a bike.”

Thanks Ang

Goddess Bless you

Love Desiree

I took the last two lines away as well,

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I would have described the closing lines as "killer" but it doesn't seem appropriate, so maybe I'll just smile a bit and get on with the day.

"Reach for the sun."

It was...

Angharad's picture

...pointed out to me that menstruation is not dependent upon ovulation and that periods can occur when there is no ovum produced. I admit I was aware of that but chose to ignore it, using a period onset of the offensive nurse as more symbolic than anything else. I usually try to keep my biology (except the blue light stuff) fairly accurate and plead guilty to not necessarily doing so this time. In my defence, I did write it rather late having been out to dinner so the tiredness may show.

Thank you dear readers for keeping me on the straight and narrow, I'm always happy to have mistakes pointed out, preferably by pm as was the case this time.

Angharad

We love you anyway

And it is still a lovely story. Who really cares about it being totally factual. It is fiction. Isn't it?

Much Love,

Valerie R

*shrugs*

Given my daughters issues... I kinda knew that... But, *shrugs* It made for a fun bit in the story... (That didn't have to wait months/years to work out.) I think it's called "literary license" or some such. :-)

Annette

Hmmmm.

An awful lot left out of the bible about Joshua Ben Joseph... Some contradictory stuff to. Not surprising given how long after he died the bits were written. Given he was most likely in his 30s... He was probably relativity handy with a hammer, as he survived and had to make a living as a carpenter up to then...

This Sick lady though... *sighs* I do wonder how things will work out for Emily...

Thanks,
Annette