The last couple of days have just been effin BIZARRE, communication-wise. I mean, it’s been difficult here the entire time, what with both the language barrier and the whisper-down-the-lane style for transporting information between doctors and nurses and office staff and cafeteria workers … but recently, conversations have just been straight up weird.
Like yesterday, when Blanca came in my room.
“Tarah. Tomorrow, the cleaning lady needs to come in and clean your room.”
“Okay…. She comes in and cleans every day. Why are you telling me this?”
“She said you won’t let her clean your room.”
“What are you talking about? She was just in my room earlier today. She even took the linens from my bed.”
“She told Dr. Junior that you won’t let her clean your room.”
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Or this conversation with the Sunday nurse, about ten minutes after she hooked me up to my first evening drip bag, and i noticed something as I was sitting in the cafeteria waiting for my dinner to be made.
“Ummm… This isn’t my drip bag.”
“I’m Tarah Ausburn, not Eva Parker. This bag is labeled ‘Eva Parker.'”
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Or this conversation with Nahaliel an hour ago.
“Dr. Rubio wants you downstairs in his office so that he can give you your shot.”
“The shot in your knee.”
“Why do i need a shot in my knee?”
“For the pain.”
“But i don’t have any pain. I had pain from the magnet vaccine, but they gave me pain meds for that.”
“Oh, okay. Let me go find out.” He never returned.
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Or the conversation with the cafeteria worker at lunch today.
“Tengo hambre. Dame un quesadilla con mi pan y queso?” (I gave them vegan cheese and sprouted pita bread that they use, in an effort to be eating more healthily while I’m here.)
They bring me out beef stew.
It got to the point where i was thinking to myself, Jesus Christ, is Mercury in Retrograde or something??
So i looked it up. It officially started today.