Election Day

First things first, Election Days are not days full of underwhelming disappointment. In other words, an Election Day is not usually a damp squib. That side of things are usually reserved for afterwards when approximately half the people who voted feel like there has been some sort of terrible mistake. An Election Day, like today, is exciting because one gets to exercise their right to vote, enter a building usually reserved for education or sport, and put a piece of paper in a ballot box. At least, that is how I approach an Election Day. 

The best thing about Election Day is not the endless TV and other media coverage, it is the Polling Station.  A place full of volunteers who in my experience are likely to be elderly, bearded, wearing beige or a combination of any of the above. Polling stations decorated in printed A4 and A5, with a few areas of seclusion for people to cast their votes in private. Incredibky exciting right?

I was 20 when I first voted in a general election, and my excitement at arriving at the Langtoft Pavillion was palpable. That said, as soon as I popped my piece of paper in the box, I was kind of done with the whole process. Well, apart from the smugness I gained with the act of voting. It is an excitement I have experienced ever since, even with the locals.

This year, the damp squib came early… It came last Thursday to be precise, which was when I ticked a box and then put that in another box. That’s right, for reasons related to myeloma, I had to postal vote. There will be no polling station for me today. Who would have thought that cancer would have an impact on the way in which I can vote, but it has. Cancer has also had an impact on who I vote for, but that is by the by. 

My anger with myeloma today, firmly rests at the fact that I had to vote via the post. I am more annoyed than I thought I would be, because today, I would have been capable of walking the few hundred metres to and from my local polling station. I am not capable of doing that walk as I type, but earlier… I did not know this at the time I voted however, and I thought in the interest of democracy, it was best not to throw caution to the wind. 

Despite my pre transplant panic, postal voting was a very easy affair. I had to put an envelope in an envelope and find my way to a post box, but that’s about it. It took three days to work up the enery, but that’s it. Unfortunately, I did not get the chance to post pictures on social media of the exterior of my polling station. That is Myeloma’s fault and because of myeloma, my General Election 2015 voting experience and Election Day, looked like this: 

  

And so, without further adieu, I wish you a happy Election Day.

🌹🌹🌹 

EJB x

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One thought on “Election Day

  1. You are a marvel, EJB, because I would have let the buggers have whatever they thought they were getting and continued to contemplate my navel… but not you, you make it count, you make the world better with the swish of your pen and the licking of a stamp. Good on’ ya!!!

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