Night shift. Holiday. 8 quiet patients. Boring.
Got bored with my book so I started to doodle words on post-its. Colleague was asking: “What are you writing?” I answered, “Nothing.”
Colleague said, “You write too much.” I just shrugged my shoulders and continued writing.
*you wear expensive clothes and buy expensive things just to keep up appearances.
*overheard someone: “You talk too much! I don’t even understand what you’re saying!”
*how can someone buy so much when you’re both receiving the same salary? easy. YOU HAVE SAVINGS. THEY DON’T. THEY HAVE CREDITS. YOU DON’T.
*sometimes, i like drinking alone. why? nothing. i just feel like getting drunk.
*roommate #1: talks too much. too eager to please everybody. always offers food. i wonder if she’s thinking that i just rely on her. i don’t ask her for food. she’s the one offering even if i don’t want to.
*roommate #2: easy to get along with. understands and respects my mood swings. i wonder if she’s talking bad things behind my back.
*roommate #3: my favorite roommate. very generous. sometimes she doesn’t know how to listen. sometimes…but not most of the time. she’s the one i trust.
*roommate #4: i don’t get her. she’s nice but i just don’t get her.
*started the day after C’s birthday. could it be a punishment? it started on the right neck. then the left neck. removed my pillow last night. still painful on left neck. but right neck is okay now. i bend my head to the right and i feel the pain on my left neck…
Old Indian Man from the Laundry Section
*too much girgir (malayalam translation for blah, blah, blah…talks a lot of nonsense).
*approaches nurses’ station then begins talking nonstop to any indian nurse on sight. he looks like a cartoon character. head bending left and right, bleh, bleh, bleh…it’s like putting a coin inside a can then move the can in circular motion and try to hear the noise the coin makes. that’s how they sound.
*his voice and the way he talks is giving me a headache. bleh, bleh, bleh (coin inside a can) —> maybe that’s how i got my migraine.
*i think he’s a gossip mongrel.
*he talks forever…aaaarrghh! bleh, bleh, bleh…
*learned from a cleaner that this man sexually harassed her…(the more i hate him).
i suddenly craved for milk. that green 3-in-1 nescafe is much too strong for my taste.
milk is still scalding hot. throat’s scorched from drinking too much hot coffee.
staring at the thin film of milk which formed on my milk cup.
milk’s gone. i feel sleepy…it’s either the milk or the time. or maybe both…
i want to curl up in bed with my book…
i just want to lay down in bed and sleep…