When you give birth, your body figures out a way to prepare and to make it feel like it’s normal to push out a basketball through a mouse hole. When anything else happens and you have to take out a part of you or fix it, your body starts punishing you. It doesn’t know what the hell happened and why did you harassed it, so while trying to recover, it makes you feel like shit. That is in a woman’s case because in a man’s case they are fucked (that is my assumption).
So, today was kind of horrible and my body kicked my ass badly, but I kicked its ass even harder, when I started to pump meds in it. Oh, the sweet war of man against his/her pain, and of course eventually I won. When you stand still in a place with lots of strangers around you, there are choices you need to make; you can ignore, interact or observe. I, being a freak by nature, am an active observer. That means I don’t usually settle with just watching my subject, when I get comfortable I make my subject talk to me too. At first it seems that I am ignoring everything around me because first I have to figure out if they are interesting subjects, I don’t want to interact with any unfortunate fool (not that they aren’t all interesting fools hahahaha).
Anyway, I have two women in my room. One is on the phone every five minutes and it’s really annoying, the other one is a heavy smoker and runs away every time she wants a cigarette (our room smells like a bar). The first one (let’s call her A) was stabbed by her husband and I am almost sure that he stabbed her because she was on the phone too much (dark humor hahaha), the other one (let’s call her B) was ran over by a car while crossing the street and has a broken leg. A, already had surgery, B hasn’t. They are both very annoying but at least B is very funny. So last night, before lights out, B dragged us on the balcony with her and shared a smoke with A. I didn’t even dare to think about smoking, so I just watched them smoking and telling stories. I must admit I didn’t imagine that B was a reader or an intellectual, because she is a well-built woman who takes care of old Italian people and she acts like she is a working the field kind of woman; instead she was talking about books and literature and famous authors and I was very impressed; then she told me that she wasn’t allowed to watch TV for a lot of years and the only things that she could find to kill time were books, so it kind of made sense. A is a much more quiet character; she doesn’t smoke but she was easily convinced by B to do so and she told us that she is scared she is going to die because she had that one cigarette (I helped a little by telling her smoking is very bad after surgery; I know I am evil). Pointless to say, that B attracted attention towards the balcony with her noisy laughter; we were sent to bed like children and my two subjects were medicated to sleep. I was only warned, you know like those nice teenagers that hang out with the bad ones and every one gets it’s not their fault but they need at least a warning.
I could talk about these two characters for hours but I will leave you, hopefully wanting more and you will hear all about them in another story. Over and out!
