vendredi, mai 14, 2004
death of a beloved
but that reminds me, one of the camp barbers just passed away a couple of days ago. was rather surprised by the news. rather unexpected death. just the day before, he did my hair. looked fine, looked normal. smoking away as always. was it the smoke? a neglected, overlooked character in the camp. taken for granted as a permanent presence which we often lament. death of a salesman. so he's gone. and so like that. even more surprising was the lack of news about it. it was only through vague rumours that i came to hear of it first. it seemed extremely silly that those peope who keep chasing us to pay up the monthly haircut fees did not seem very bothered by it.
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why is my friend so troubled today. what ails him.
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some things in the medical centre are so interesting. diseases, treatment, drugs, stuff we'll never be in so close contact with when we go out. the underside of the clinics that we all go to. the apparent simplicity of all the medications, the familiarity which we know them, the common illnesses and the rare ones. i'll miss giving drugs, miss seeing patients, miss drawing blood for tests. just today i realised i've been so used to needles after a year that they mean nothing to me anymore. using them is like normal and routine. i almost forgot that phobia of needles do exist for many people.
death of a beloved
no, the title has nothing to do with anything else. it's just a phrase that i feel like right now. death of a beloved. cry my beloved country.
but that reminds me, one of the camp barbers just passed away a couple of days ago. was rather surprised by the news. rather unexpected death. just the day before, he did my hair. looked fine, looked normal. smoking away as always. was it the smoke? a neglected, overlooked character in the camp. taken for granted as a permanent presence which we often lament. death of a salesman. so he's gone. and so like that. even more surprising was the lack of news about it. it was only through vague rumours that i came to hear of it first. it seemed extremely silly that those peope who keep chasing us to pay up the monthly haircut fees did not seem very bothered by it.
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why is my friend so troubled today. what ails him.
-
some things in the medical centre are so interesting. diseases, treatment, drugs, stuff we'll never be in so close contact with when we go out. the underside of the clinics that we all go to. the apparent simplicity of all the medications, the familiarity which we know them, the common illnesses and the rare ones. i'll miss giving drugs, miss seeing patients, miss drawing blood for tests. just today i realised i've been so used to needles after a year that they mean nothing to me anymore. using them is like normal and routine. i almost forgot that phobia of needles do exist for many people.
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