Women

Mussia is definitely an odd average.
She was my first friend in the department.


On my first day she was having the daily fight
with some other nurse or two,
just as I was desperately looking for a towel
to wipe out my feverish sweat,
so she snapped at me:

Excuse me, you are in our way, would you move please!
Sure! - I said, and disappeared under the hood.


I am an obedient patient, or was rather,
being that it was my first day.

To my disappearing back she asked what was it that I needed,
and I turned around and said, just a towel, but it is not urgent.
It took uder two minutes for her to show up by my bed
with a towel, and she kept petting me since.


For the past week I have been arriving at the hospital
only to receive my dose of zinacef 750mg,
at 6AM, 12PM, and 9PM, and otherwise I am officially
not there, on account of winking with Klein that I refuse
treatment and therefore am free to come and go as I please.

So I showed at 9PM sharp and Mussia is the head nurse.

As usual she went out of her way and busy schedule to
make sure I don't wait too long for my infusion.
After all, she knows for some time now that after that
I have to carry the branula home, and she doesn't
want to waste my time there waiting for her.


I decided she would be my coffee target for tonite.
Every day I try to buy one nurse a coffee,
never the same one.
It takes fifteen minutes to beg visitors to change some coins
for the machine, just to discover it broke,
and walk over to the other building where there is one that
works, and back over to the department with the coffee.


Mussia looks forty something.
I look thirty something but am forty seven.
One of the tasks of a head nurse is to be mother-like
and condesending, and obnoxious of course.
This combo can create odd situations.

Why are you bringing me coffee in the middle of the night.
I too have to sleep sometime you know.
I'm not your age anymore, and can't have coffee that late.

I just make a towel turn and leave.
You can't win them all.
I tried to put a smile on her face and what do I get -
if I am to recover the lost smile, I must respond with:
Its OK. Rather, you just Look old.
I'd rather preadmit my defeat,
hide a smile behind a towel back, and disappear.


To my back she keeps wining: You wasted your money!
My smile is already there, so I use it to think about
the four NIS cost for the blog entry at theora.com
which I am now almost rushing to write.

Women

I called Merav that horrid day to tell her I am canceling
on our blind date.
I just feel sick and can't see myself getting on a scooter
to meet her the next evening.
Later that afternoon a doctor came to my place to visit for
two hundred NIS, and told me I was just dehydrating,
but if the vomits continue, I should use the paper
he wrote me and go to the hospital.


When the golden haired angel came to see me and called
his doctor friend, he was instructed for us to rush over.
Do I feel Lucky?


By the time we hit the emergency room I took a dive
from my entire height and into the floor,
covering it with red paint as I wake up.
It was a pretty serious blind date.
I was so blind I couldn't even tell she was religious,
let alone married, or having three kids already.


How can people be so heartless?
I need a friend.