Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bone cutter in Camenca (md) ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up late, as usual. Alarm? Nah, who needs that? So, I’m rushin’ outta my crummy apartment on Strada 31 August, spillin’ coffee all over my favorite shirt. Great start, right?
So, I hop on my bike, zoomin’ down Strada Mihai Eminescu. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, bam! A pothole! My bike hits it like a brick wall. I swear, I thought I was gonna fly off. But nah, I just landed hard. My back’s killin’ me now. Thanks, Camenca roads!
Finally, I get to the clinic. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I walk in, and the smell hits me. You know that mix of antiseptic and... well, let’s just say it’s not a spa. I’m ready to cut some bones, but first, I gotta deal with the receptionist, Ana. She’s a piece of work. Always givin’ me that look like I’m the reason the coffee machine’s broken. Chill, Ana!
First patient of the day? A kid named Alex. He’s got a broken arm from tryin’ to impress his friends at the park on Strada Calea Bălți. Kids these days, man. I fix him up, and he’s all smiles. Makes my day a bit brighter, ya know?
But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Vlad. He’s stuck at the market on Strada 1 Decembrie. Says he needs help with a “situation.” I’m thinkin’, what now? I can’t just leave! But Vlad’s my dude, so I tell the nurse to cover for me and bolt outta there.
I get to the market, and it’s chaos. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill. Vlad’s in the middle of a heated argument with some vendor over a watermelon. A watermelon! I can’t even. I jump in, and we’re haggling like pros. Finally, we get it for half price. Score!
But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. I’m like, “Yo, let me help you!” She’s super grateful, and I’m feelin’ like a hero. But then she starts talkin’ my ear off about her cat, Mr. Whiskers. I’m tryin’ to be polite, but c’mon, lady! I got bones to cut!
Back at the clinic, things are wild. A guy comes in with a leg injury from a soccer game on Strada Tineretului. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta chill with the sports!” But he’s all pumped, talkin’ about the game like it’s the World Cup. I fix him up, and he’s outta there, still braggin’.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head to my favorite spot, a little café on Strada Vasile Alecsandri. Grab a coffee, and just sit. The sun’s settin’, and it’s kinda beautiful. I think about the day—potholes, kids, watermelons, and old ladies.
Camenca’s a wild place, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a better bike. Or a spa day. But you get what I mean.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another crazy, bone-cutting adventure in Camenca. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!