substitute

open the computer on the sitting room table, look up the general practitioner.
He is on holiday until Wednesday, he cannot fill out the insurance form for the specialist.
Telephone the other doctor, he will not because he is only a holiday substitute.
This is silly.
So it will be necessary to beg later on with the physiotherapist, telling her to wait for a few days more. This is not fair on anybody.

Fill out forms, order a catalogue.
Fill out forms, order a vacuum cleaner.

Check the clothing, check the papers, go to the substitute doctor.
Leave the house, there is the tenant accountant watering her flowers on the street. She says that summer is coming at last, even though today is cooler than yesterday. She also comments on the abscence of the brace.
Open the door again, and return to the flat, put on the forgotten brace. It would not do to go to the doctor without it being in place.

Walk through the town to the doctor's office. They make a fuss, they do not want to fill out forms for those for whom they are "subbing".
Bureaucracy.

The alleys and parks of the small town are filled with greening trees, it is a warm sort of day, it is May.
Meet the uptight and unfriendly neighbour, talk about cars. He owns a historic MG, a pretty little sports car.
Annoy him by making small talk all the way back to the house, wish him a good day.

And that is the first Monday morning of sick leave since leaving the hospital.