Man, what a day! I swear, being a bone cutter in Kamin-Kashyrskyi is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the crazy stuff I gotta deal with. I live on Haharina Street, which is kinda chill, but the noise from the market? Ugh, it’s like a never-ending concert of chaos.
First thing, I grab my coffee from that little kiosk on the corner of Shevchenka. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Yo, give me that double shot!” And she’s like, “You sure you can handle it?” Haha, girl, please. I’m a bone cutter, I can handle anything!
So, I get to the clinic, and it’s packed. Like, seriously, who knew so many people could break bones in one day? I mean, c’mon, it’s not like we’re in a wrestling ring on Komsomolska Street or something. But hey, I’m not complaining. More patients, more cash, right?
Then, this dude walks in. He’s limping like he just got off a horse. Turns out, he slipped on some ice near the park. I’m like, “Bro, it’s spring! How are you still slipping?” He just shrugs. Classic Kamin-Kashyrskyi move.
I get to work, and let me tell ya, cutting bones is not for the faint-hearted. I’m in my zone, and suddenly, the power goes out. Just my luck! I’m standing there with my tools, and it’s pitch black. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a bone cutter in the dark.” I can hear the patients grumbling.
But then, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Phew!” Just in time to see the next patient, a kid with a broken arm from climbing a tree. I mean, who climbs trees anymore? But hey, I respect the hustle. I fix him up, and he gives me this huge smile. That’s the stuff that makes it worth it, ya know?
After a long day, I finally get a break. I head over to the park on the corner of Kovalivka. It’s beautiful there, especially in spring. The flowers are blooming, and the air smells like fresh grass. I sit on a bench, just trying to catch my breath. But then, I see this old man feeding pigeons. He’s got this whole flock around him, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re like the pigeon whisperer!”
But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon poops on his head. I can’t help but laugh. The old man looks up, and I swear, he gives me the dirtiest look. I’m like, “Sorry, man, but that’s karma for feeding them!”
As the sun sets, I head back home, and I’m just reflecting on the day. Kamin-Kashyrskyi is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its characters, and its surprises. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts.
So, I crash on my couch, exhausted but happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just a bone cutter in a crazy little city, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.