Day 43 in a hospital bed and Ive been night/weekend translator for a Chinese Roommate using my laptop and Google Translate. I ABUSED the program a bit when he started wiping his feces on the curtain between our beds and I told him he was disgracing his whole family. He doesnt know its me or my computer talking to him, only this pleasant female voice floating around the room. Its the most frustrating thing. I dont like having to pee in a jug or poop in a pan anyway but just when I overcome the absurdity of doing my business (with a breach bolus) theres this old Chinese bald head similar to My Precious from Lord of the Rings...this head pokes under my curtain trying to observe me in my most degrading moment...all the while my pain spiking to levels of 9 and 10. 1=no pain and 10=worst. If it werent for visits from friends, Id go insane. But Steve Snelling drops by at the best times and weve both been doubling down on 86-88 daily disciplines and good things have been unfolding out of hopelessness. Sarah Stragnell Foster visited a couple of times from clear up in Redway (where shes baby sitting my Mini-Martin guitar). And then, theres Karen von Merveldt-Guevara and my older brother Russell L. Barber setting things for my getaway this Friday. I swear to God I am ready to git out of here.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 14:06:45 +0000