She called three times in anonimity yesterday,
and I thought it might have been
her,
and I did not pick up,
and my eyes were swolen when he told me he'd
rather give me a cool mill than an MRI.
He is as ground as semolina by now.
I've seen his department.
They come in and start whining about how you
are an ass, while you dress their wounds.
Today I bought a nurse coffee after I made my own likewise mess.
she almost burst in tears, saying:
We always go overbaord to please, and get complaints. Its grinding.
I know - I said.
Later, I secretly went to check and see if she actually
drank the coffee. She did.
I saw a man abusing a chair the other day.
He knows how to make justice,
and is a sucker of absolutly no one and no thing.
Five O'clock in the morning he wanted a shower.
But there are no more towels and the nurse had told him
new ones will be around on or about seven thirty.
I was letting him in on my private stash of three,
offering him one, but he is no sucker.
He pays taxes, and its their job to supply the towel.
But I don't need them - I said -
I also got one from home.
My wife had one neatly folded for me in my bag too -
he said - but she can't sucker me out of my well paid
taxes. I'll wait till they provide me with a new towel.
Smart. efficient. Cost effective.
The chair was - just - you know - irritating.
It stood there, right by where he wanted to get off the bed.
Just to spite him he stood there.
Why else would he be there?
So when he tackled him as he got off the bed he knew
exactly what to do.
He called him some names, and then kicked him
all the way to the wall. Serves him right.
That must have hurt.
The surprised chair just fell back silently to the floor,
and then went on with his usual work.
Its a very grinding job, to be a chair.
No wonder it is sometimes hard to tell between them
and the nurses.
I sincerely am sorry, and I hope the coffee was good.
Happened to the antibiotics night nurses the other day too.
The fat old women snappen and gave an insulting set.
Not a single word to trigger her, during the quiet night of spies
secretly injecting antibiotics into patients veins.
What would you have done if you had just woken up
from a nap in the airplane and saw just that?
Would you be calm, saying it is just a big building with patients?
He beleives in God,
and he beleives that God beleives in Claude, that's him.
But nobdy is King David except for King David himself.
Of all people, I, had better know that.
After all,
it did work for me too.
But it was dangerous,
and having made a fool of himself,
he now has a 50-50 chance, or so he says.
Yeah, right.
As if I cared. He saved my life two times one half.
Comes to a perfect whole.
The first for having landed at his doorstep like a potter,
the second for having discovered voldemort a bit too early
in life for me to care.
So I am finally getting in touch with my roots and
compensating for my weak visiting hours.
