Adventures in Patriotism III:
A recent downpour brought the stink of the sea towards the outside of the hospital entrance where The Suffra sat, rubbing his eyelids with his pointer and thumb and smoking a cigarette.
"It stinks of rotting fish out here," I screamed at the queue of cars pulling through the emergancy entrance.
"Is that your baby's momma in there?" I was asked by a portly woman, reminding me that in my haste I chose to go to the closer hospital in the lower class neighborhood.
I looked through the large plate glass window. Inside I saw the Blood Mummy. She had a beach blanket wrapped around her face, and was swaying gently back and forth as she sat inside the waiting room.
Tapping on the window, I screamed " YOU FALL ASLEEP YOU DIE. GET IT?," and watched as she held up her hand and gave the thumbs up to the coffee machine. Then her body went immediatly limp, and her head cracked then rested on the wall behind her.
"You're a good daddy," The jovial woman chimed in again, "My baby's daddy used to take me to the hospital after he threw me down the stairs."
I let out a groan, hoping that it would clearly convey how badly I did not want tohave a conversation with this woman. Thinking it did the trick, I went back to rubbing my eyelids and took another drag of my cigarette.
"I'm real stoned, and my baby's daddy needs emergency tooth surgery," She went on, not caring that her voice was like poison to my ears.
Noticing this woman's friendly nature, her lack of shyness, and her complete disregard for what not to say and where, I decided that I would have to say something. I raised myself from the curb I was resting on and asked,
"So how long have you been a waitress?"
"How did you know I wait tables?," She replied, sounding slightly offended. I decided that this conversation couldn't get any better from there, and deicded to finish off my cigarette in the relative quiet of waiting to die people. I brushed the wetness off the ass of my pants and headed inside to the waiting room again.
"Blood Mummy to emergency, Blood Mummy to emergency," The PA garbled like an am radio broadcasting through a hobo's fillings. I watched as the Mummy stood up from her chair, and straightened the towel around her head. She picked up the bag of the woman next to her, and walked with her arms straight out so as not to bump into anything.
He he, I thought Blood Mummy... I get it now
I got in front of her and told her to follow my footsteps into the emergency room. We passed through the security checkpoint, and headed down the long corridor to the beds. I would later realize that as we walked past a particularly narrow hallway, the sound of an MRI machine clanking away would replace the sound of my footsteps and send the Mummy towards the technical wing of the hospital. In retrospect, this could have been avoided, but looking back takes too much effort.
I walked up to the sign in table.
"Are you the Blood Mummy?" The nurse asked politely.
"No She's..." Looking behind me I realized she was lost, " going to be here in a minute, where's her bed?"
The nurse lead me to a quiet corner. It was nothing fancy, just a sink, a draw curtain, and a bed.
"She'll be here soon?" The nurse asked, looking a bit confused as to why I would have entered the emergency room withouth the patient.
I shrugged my shoulders and pulled closed the draw curtains closed. As the world circled and danced around, The Suffra went to bed on a gurney, while The Blood Mummy sat and tried to get medical attention and advice out of a coffee machine in the doctors' lounge.
A recent downpour brought the stink of the sea towards the outside of the hospital entrance where The Suffra sat, rubbing his eyelids with his pointer and thumb and smoking a cigarette.
"It stinks of rotting fish out here," I screamed at the queue of cars pulling through the emergancy entrance.
"Is that your baby's momma in there?" I was asked by a portly woman, reminding me that in my haste I chose to go to the closer hospital in the lower class neighborhood.
I looked through the large plate glass window. Inside I saw the Blood Mummy. She had a beach blanket wrapped around her face, and was swaying gently back and forth as she sat inside the waiting room.
Tapping on the window, I screamed " YOU FALL ASLEEP YOU DIE. GET IT?," and watched as she held up her hand and gave the thumbs up to the coffee machine. Then her body went immediatly limp, and her head cracked then rested on the wall behind her.
"You're a good daddy," The jovial woman chimed in again, "My baby's daddy used to take me to the hospital after he threw me down the stairs."
I let out a groan, hoping that it would clearly convey how badly I did not want tohave a conversation with this woman. Thinking it did the trick, I went back to rubbing my eyelids and took another drag of my cigarette.
"I'm real stoned, and my baby's daddy needs emergency tooth surgery," She went on, not caring that her voice was like poison to my ears.
Noticing this woman's friendly nature, her lack of shyness, and her complete disregard for what not to say and where, I decided that I would have to say something. I raised myself from the curb I was resting on and asked,
"So how long have you been a waitress?"
"How did you know I wait tables?," She replied, sounding slightly offended. I decided that this conversation couldn't get any better from there, and deicded to finish off my cigarette in the relative quiet of waiting to die people. I brushed the wetness off the ass of my pants and headed inside to the waiting room again.
"Blood Mummy to emergency, Blood Mummy to emergency," The PA garbled like an am radio broadcasting through a hobo's fillings. I watched as the Mummy stood up from her chair, and straightened the towel around her head. She picked up the bag of the woman next to her, and walked with her arms straight out so as not to bump into anything.
He he, I thought Blood Mummy... I get it now
I got in front of her and told her to follow my footsteps into the emergency room. We passed through the security checkpoint, and headed down the long corridor to the beds. I would later realize that as we walked past a particularly narrow hallway, the sound of an MRI machine clanking away would replace the sound of my footsteps and send the Mummy towards the technical wing of the hospital. In retrospect, this could have been avoided, but looking back takes too much effort.
I walked up to the sign in table.
"Are you the Blood Mummy?" The nurse asked politely.
"No She's..." Looking behind me I realized she was lost, " going to be here in a minute, where's her bed?"
The nurse lead me to a quiet corner. It was nothing fancy, just a sink, a draw curtain, and a bed.
"She'll be here soon?" The nurse asked, looking a bit confused as to why I would have entered the emergency room withouth the patient.
I shrugged my shoulders and pulled closed the draw curtains closed. As the world circled and danced around, The Suffra went to bed on a gurney, while The Blood Mummy sat and tried to get medical attention and advice out of a coffee machine in the doctors' lounge.
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