Hospital Days, part 3 - Waiting....
Had a mini cold war with my roommate. Her great-grandchildren came to visit from 10-12, just as I was about to take a nap. They were really noisy, so I put in my headphones…. But then they decided it would be a fun game to peek around the curtain at the foreigner and run away screaming if I looked at them…. My dread grew when I head mom coaching them: “How are you?” “My name is __ what’s your name?”
I wondered if I feigned a coma would they leave me alone, but it didn’t seem likely. To give the little girl credit, she really wanted to try speaking English with me. She finally jumped out from behind the curtain and said very quickly, “My name is Cindy, what’s your name?”
I said “Hello” and she bolted for her mother.
Back again “My name is Cindy, what’s your name”
Back again, “My name is Cindy”
“How old are you?”
“My name is Cindy”
I got my revenge when Christine came for lunch with her 3 youngest daughters, and I encouraged them to stay until 2. I asked them what songs they could sing. Too bad I didn’t have any laser guns or electric keyboards or squeaky dolls or something…
Anyways, we made our peace later when I asked her “Jia ba bway” at dinner which is Taiwanese for “have you eaten yet?” she said yes, then tried to ask me something else… nothing doing…. Another friend came to visit and she acted as a translator, and we had a nice chat (of sorts) the 3 of us. I found out that she’s been to
my last day in the slammer. I’ve already watched 12 episodes of Friends, 6 of Corner Gas, 2 Anita Renfro DVDs from my mom (yes, she is pretty funny, though I’ll probably enjoy it even more when I’m 40 and have kids), oh and Shaolin Soccer. And I’ve finished 2 books and done countless Wordokus ( brilliant variation of Sudoku discovered by Naomi that has kept me occupied on various commutes).