Thursday, November 23, 2006
lame chop
Amidst all the messy sights and sounds at the Emergency Department, and i'm talking about the trolley people, the waiting trolley population (i am a floating legs person), there were some unforgettable 6-seconds scenes.
I passed an urinal to an elderly gentleman. And then we heard a distinct "Missy!! Pang jio (pass urine)!!" on repetition, straight from the next trolley. This business of appeasing the bladder must be an infectious behaviour, because everyone seems to need the urinal at the same time, and especially when the ratio of urinals to users is 1:ManyMany. Before i could grab the nearest staff to get me another urinal for the neighbour with a bladder in distress, this elderly gentleman passed his urinal to him. Like passing the baton. It was only much later that we found out Mr Sharity had wet himself and the whole trolley. Chicken and i parked him in a cubicle andbutchered his little brother cleaned up the mess.
Then. I was patrolling right... though patrolling isn't the right word... i was just walking, around the Critical Care area and i heard sporadic cries of "Missyyy!" and naturally i tried to locate the damn weasel in distress right... but i couldn't. All the elderly gentlemen looked up at me blankly. The ladies just ignored me. So i thought i must be having auditory hallucinations.. after all, i've been known to be whacked up there. But no, i heard it clearly again. So i said, "okay which uncle called me uh?" and immediately this dear elderly gentleman pointed to his neighbour on his left, who looked at me horrified and pointed to his other neighbour on his left and my eyes darted to the man... who was apparently asleep. Cocking an eyebrow, i raised doubt. But there, lying laterally with his eyes wide shut, the Malay man parted his lips and poured out words of frustration.
He was hungry and tired of waiting. But guess what uncle, so were 765432112 others.
These two incidents weren't very much significant, come to think of it, but they hold some form of symbolism that i can't quite explain. But they stood out for me. And this entry is really belated. But Cheryl demanded for a new entry and i hope this can appease her for awhile while i try to come up with a less lame post. Haha! I just said lame post. It sounds like lamp post. Lame post. Lame post. The car knocked down a lame post. Hahaha i'm getting a kick out of this. Okay later!
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fara // 23:45
lame chop
Amidst all the messy sights and sounds at the Emergency Department, and i'm talking about the trolley people, the waiting trolley population (i am a floating legs person), there were some unforgettable 6-seconds scenes.
I passed an urinal to an elderly gentleman. And then we heard a distinct "Missy!! Pang jio (pass urine)!!" on repetition, straight from the next trolley. This business of appeasing the bladder must be an infectious behaviour, because everyone seems to need the urinal at the same time, and especially when the ratio of urinals to users is 1:ManyMany. Before i could grab the nearest staff to get me another urinal for the neighbour with a bladder in distress, this elderly gentleman passed his urinal to him. Like passing the baton. It was only much later that we found out Mr Sharity had wet himself and the whole trolley. Chicken and i parked him in a cubicle and
Then. I was patrolling right... though patrolling isn't the right word... i was just walking, around the Critical Care area and i heard sporadic cries of "Missyyy!" and naturally i tried to locate the damn weasel in distress right... but i couldn't. All the elderly gentlemen looked up at me blankly. The ladies just ignored me. So i thought i must be having auditory hallucinations.. after all, i've been known to be whacked up there. But no, i heard it clearly again. So i said, "okay which uncle called me uh?" and immediately this dear elderly gentleman pointed to his neighbour on his left, who looked at me horrified and pointed to his other neighbour on his left and my eyes darted to the man... who was apparently asleep. Cocking an eyebrow, i raised doubt. But there, lying laterally with his eyes wide shut, the Malay man parted his lips and poured out words of frustration.
He was hungry and tired of waiting. But guess what uncle, so were 765432112 others.
These two incidents weren't very much significant, come to think of it, but they hold some form of symbolism that i can't quite explain. But they stood out for me. And this entry is really belated. But Cheryl demanded for a new entry and i hope this can appease her for awhile while i try to come up with a less lame post. Haha! I just said lame post. It sounds like lamp post. Lame post. Lame post. The car knocked down a lame post. Hahaha i'm getting a kick out of this. Okay later!
fara // 23:45
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