I had to appease the doctor by putting up with her lallygagging through shopping malls and restaurants. She was the doctor who was going to perform the biopsy on my diseased liver.
We walked through downtown Sacramento all night, when the streets were vacant and everywhere was closed. Not such a good thing for someone who could become very ill at any moment. I passed the time blanking out on her incessant talking, thinking about how much I have become addicted to the new culture of constant communication through technology. Having such vast resources at my disposal has made me a more impatient person... I need to make time for silence.
Passing by a restaurant window, she looked in and saw a bunch of her doctor friends at a table. It was morning now, and I was starving. However I was not allowed to eat anything for medical reasons. I sat in the booth with these people, listening to their bullshit, unable to order food and a drink. Finally I stood up and told them that they were all assholes, smoking cigarettes, drinking and eating pastrami, while encouraging others not to. Then I left, and woke up.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment