Hilda, one of the first graders, brought a play tea set to school. She and the other students were offering me plate after plate with coffee, coffee with cream, coffee with cream & sugar, black coffee with sugar, tea, tea with milk, tea with milk & honey, it was a full course meal. I wasn't that hungry to start so naturally I filled up quickly. When I politely declined the offer of what would have been my tenth caffeinated beverage in the last 5 minutes, Bessy pleasantly poured cup after cup of the scolding hot coffee on my head as a punishment for refusing their hospitality. I was so preoccupied tending my second degree burns that I couldn't prevent her from incising my chest and belly with a butter knife. After that she switched tools and began to eat the food I had just eaten from out of my stomach. She was so sensitive about it though because she injected me 7 times with colored pencil pain-killer serums AND an 8th time with a super dose, which is where she holds as many colored pencils in her fist at once and injects me with all of them.
"Teacher, ahora no te duele nada." "Teacher, now you won't feel any pain."
I did get a real injection from a real doctor this week. It was to prevent Hep A&B. Let me tell you, there's nothing quite like getting an injection in your ass then walking to the ice cream corner store b/c faux paralysis would have you fall off your bicycle. Unlike last time, when a sweet, delicate nurse slid the needle like a knife through butter, this time the serious doctor plunged the syringe like a fisherman hooks a worm. He even bunched up some of my flab to have the effect of popping a balloon. I swear he hit a nerve. I twinged, let out an "eeiiiiioooowww!" then thanked him. Of course, after a double scoop of peanut caramel cafe I could manage the bike no problem.
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