mercredi 18 novembre 2009

Fuck House or A Knack for Languages

-Ok Méranie... (sometimes, L is pronounced as R in Korea – that’s the way this nurse seemed intent on pronouncing my name, despite my meek attempts at correcting him – I do hate sounding rude!) Please relax while I strap this machine to your left shoulder. You will feeling a fullness of the ear, like pressure bean hurt, but please don’t comment on it, just, you know, relax. Then wind will blowing.

I nod. (If you’d been living here a year, you’d be used to not understanding much, too)

-Ok, Méranie. Now, fuck house.

-(?! Now, this one definitely throws me for a loop).

-Fuck house…NOW!

I try to ignore the sense urgency in his voice as I inquisitively stare at him, trying to gather from his body language if I should keep sitting in my chair or stand up and do...something. I don’t see any houses, and there is some type of medical device strapped to me that definitely impedes movement.

He returns my stare kindly, and repeats:

-Fuck house on the sound, Méranie…NOW!

And then it dawns on me. I smile at him, relax, and FOCUS on the sounds that are blasting through the contraption protruding from my ear.
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**In case you were wondering, "pressure bean hurt" doesn't really hurt, it is merely quite uncomfortable.

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