Well I went the "911" route again. This is becoming more common as the years quickly progress to my ultimate fate. Swell. Anyway there I was again all sick as hell excreting liquids from everywhere.
Why didn't my dad tell me what was coming.
"Son remember when I told your dumb ass about what them bird's, and bee's was up to. Well now it's time for another little chat."
"Look kid I won't shit ya!"
"Getting 'old' is a first class Mother Fucker on skates, and no grease when it pork's you up the butt!"
Can't you just see this on "Father Knows Best".
So I calls "911" I tell the operator I'm some old guy puking green bile, and rolling around on the floor in blinding agony .
Sez she: "...Oh another one,...what is it with you guys?"
Sez me: "Hey ya wanna give me a break I'm dy'n over here."
"Okay, okay gramps keep your dildo in I'll send ya a meat wagon."
Well the fellah's show up before I lose too much blood, and other assorted primal liquids. They stuffs me into their oil burner, and off to the hell of American underclass medical help we go.
Would have been better if I just died on my bathroom floor.
As usual I comes to full of tubes.
Oh bless the Morphine gawds! How I wish I could take a family pack of that neat stuff home with me. I began to plan on how I would sneak some outta there. Eh drink it, and piss it out later?
Anyway while I'm planning this drug heist my nurse comes by...she looks nine years old.
??!!
You old fucks out there noticed that? Everybody not our age looks like a fetus. Well junior adjusts my urine bag which I didn't know I had on.
...oh morphine my heavenly angel.
Another embryo changes the I.V. on my right side while Miss urine bag plugs in a fresh needle on my left. It looked like she was giving me an IV grape soda.
"...well this should be interesting thinks I."
Lights out.
Whatever these girl scouts gave me put me in the realm of Elysium for a long stretch. I comes to while some Indian doctor is writing something over me.
"Am I dead yet?" I asks.
He smiles, and sez "...Oh not quite yet" in a Pakistani accent.
You gotta be careful about that ya know.
Calling an Indian Pakistani or vice versa puts the fat in the fire.
Knowing the accents of the Sub-Continent is a necessity in the Emerald City.
Well the doc tells me I'm alive, and goes into stuff I already know, but pretend to be fascinated by. Again life is tricky. Ya has to know how to handle folks.
Bottom line I'm all fixed more or less, but they want me to stay another night for observation. Which in fact means the night nurse reads her Facebook as I sleep in a bed next to the security section.
That's where the prisoners that get knifed on Riker's Island stay.
I went home that morning all patched, and plugged up. I'm healing, but no longer under the wonderful influence of all that morphine,...damn!
More as I get older.
What a sucktacular experience! So sorry you had to endure that. But at least you could pick out the Paki accent. I'm afraid I'd make a mistake about that and wind up with a shiv in my ribs.
ReplyDeleteMaybe an additive in your enema.
ReplyDeleteLiving in Fortress NYC the land of many tribes.
One tends to notices the little particulars.
Did you know our Haitians have six...count'em six distinct dialects. This on an island smaller than Delaware. That, and they're all spoken here.
Same with the Ukrainians Laotians, and then there's the many Ebonics Black American dialects.
Some specific to certain housing projects.
These became isolated islands of distinct cultures because of racism poverty, and all the other American virtues that forces separations of peoples.
However the Internet is slowly changing that. Black English like standard White English is homogenizing. This through the commonality of first TV back in the day. Now a dam burst with the internet as folks all over the country, and world are yacking with each other.
In 40 years the English language generally will have noticeable difference from perhaps the 1980 norm.
And all that from playing games watching porn, and reading or live stream watching demented extremists blogs,...like this one.