Jun 162008
Earlier today, one of my nurses asked me if I had instructions in my living will regarding life-saving measures. I told him that that there were no specific instructions and that I’d appreciate any efforts to revive me. He paused and then asked me, “Can I have your iPod if something happens to you?”
He knows something; I can tell. After years of suffering under my petty tyranny, my nurses are planning their long-overdue uprising. I’m sleeping with one eye open from now on.
I was a regular reader of your blog until I messed something up on my computer and lost all my bookmarks. I just found it again and I’m glad to see you’re still as funny as ever.
The anecdote you’ve told today reminds me of my own bitter laughter when I saw my faithful African man- servant ( or ‘boy’) on the last day of my year-long stay in Bumba. While I was sitting on he suitcases, the black man was simply pacing all around the house with a huge laundry-basket up his head, in which he threw everything I left behind, blouses, screwdrivers, pans etc.. At every throwing gesture he said in awkward, primitive French :” Ca pour moi!” Painfully ridiculous and funny at the same time.