Tuesday:
Setting: CLSC clinic, waiting room, approximately 9:30am
A 40-something year old man walks in, clutching his hand, bandage wrapped around. He sits down and proceeds to unwrap the bloody bandage, toss that in the garbage, and groans in pain quite loudly.
Man groans again, yells, and conintues to make it known to everyone on the 3rd floor that it "hurts so much" and "oh god, what did I do to my hand???" Paces around the room, and then walks over to the drinking foundtain and puts his hand under the water and soaks some toilet paper to dab it with.
He then walks over to the reception area, asking if there's any coffee or if he can "go next" or see a doctor right away. He's turned away but comes back again, and of course, turned back (again).
I was getting so pissed I nearly tossed him some change just to shut up. That, or I could have put a pacifier in his mouth, which would have done just as well.
Man sits down near me, I look over and take a glance at his hand. Yep, it would definitley need some stitches, but it's nothing I haven't seen before.
Man: "God, what did I do to my hand? Oh god it hurts!" (turns over to me)
Me: "pff, suck it up"
Man: "what?"
Me: "look it's not that bad, just be quiet already"
Man: "wow, you're tough" (not sarcastically, either) "But why does it hurt up here?" (points to his finger. the cut was on the back of his hand)
Me: "maybe you hit a nerve. what did you do??"
Man: "I was walkikng and I fell on some glass" (riiiiight) "God what did I do to my hand?!?" Continues to pace around the waiting room until someone come to take him away to the nursery--I mean, doctor's office.
Soon afterward I happened to be in the room directly across from him when he was getting disnfected/stitches. Man, that guy would NOT shut up! he even apologized for "being such a baby, but it hurts!"
TONIGHT, THE BEST NIGHT EVER (or of this week so far)
I went to see David Suzuki!! For Free!!! Missing my french class was entirely worth it!!!
The lecture was great, and free, and therefore packed with about 1000 people. I was covering the event for The Link so I was taking notes like maaaaad, total tongue-sticking-out-between-lips style, when you're trying to focus realy hard. During the lecture I got up infront of everyone and scampered to the front and got some up close shots of him at the podium. He's quite the theatrical character! Afterward I felt that same exhilerating feeling I got when I covered my first event last year, for Darren Ell's exhibit...big grin on my face, running down the street, kicking my feet in the air. Possibly a "yee-haw."
I was also approached by a very handsome man afterward who introduced himself and then ran off to catch a ride with his friend (????). And THEN another cute boy kept smiling at me and waving, but for somre reason never came over to say hi. We just kept eyeing eachother like two idiots. I must have looked cute in my braids tonight
I think I just need to practice using my upper hand (or voice, christ..), because apparantly men are a) afraid or b) I don't freakin' know, can someone tell me?!!??!
Setting: CLSC clinic, waiting room, approximately 9:30am
A 40-something year old man walks in, clutching his hand, bandage wrapped around. He sits down and proceeds to unwrap the bloody bandage, toss that in the garbage, and groans in pain quite loudly.
Man groans again, yells, and conintues to make it known to everyone on the 3rd floor that it "hurts so much" and "oh god, what did I do to my hand???" Paces around the room, and then walks over to the drinking foundtain and puts his hand under the water and soaks some toilet paper to dab it with.
He then walks over to the reception area, asking if there's any coffee or if he can "go next" or see a doctor right away. He's turned away but comes back again, and of course, turned back (again).
I was getting so pissed I nearly tossed him some change just to shut up. That, or I could have put a pacifier in his mouth, which would have done just as well.
Man sits down near me, I look over and take a glance at his hand. Yep, it would definitley need some stitches, but it's nothing I haven't seen before.
Man: "God, what did I do to my hand? Oh god it hurts!" (turns over to me)
Me: "pff, suck it up"
Man: "what?"
Me: "look it's not that bad, just be quiet already"
Man: "wow, you're tough" (not sarcastically, either) "But why does it hurt up here?" (points to his finger. the cut was on the back of his hand)
Me: "maybe you hit a nerve. what did you do??"
Man: "I was walkikng and I fell on some glass" (riiiiight) "God what did I do to my hand?!?" Continues to pace around the waiting room until someone come to take him away to the nursery--I mean, doctor's office.
Soon afterward I happened to be in the room directly across from him when he was getting disnfected/stitches. Man, that guy would NOT shut up! he even apologized for "being such a baby, but it hurts!"
TONIGHT, THE BEST NIGHT EVER (or of this week so far)
I went to see David Suzuki!! For Free!!! Missing my french class was entirely worth it!!!
The lecture was great, and free, and therefore packed with about 1000 people. I was covering the event for The Link so I was taking notes like maaaaad, total tongue-sticking-out-between-lips style, when you're trying to focus realy hard. During the lecture I got up infront of everyone and scampered to the front and got some up close shots of him at the podium. He's quite the theatrical character! Afterward I felt that same exhilerating feeling I got when I covered my first event last year, for Darren Ell's exhibit...big grin on my face, running down the street, kicking my feet in the air. Possibly a "yee-haw."
I was also approached by a very handsome man afterward who introduced himself and then ran off to catch a ride with his friend (????). And THEN another cute boy kept smiling at me and waving, but for somre reason never came over to say hi. We just kept eyeing eachother like two idiots. I must have looked cute in my braids tonight
I think I just need to practice using my upper hand (or voice, christ..), because apparantly men are a) afraid or b) I don't freakin' know, can someone tell me?!!??!