Cody (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} drawma_boy) wrote,@ 2006-10-02 23:04:00 |
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ATTACK OF THE ITALICS!
While this is technically not my story, the sheer offense to good folks' decency demands I tell you..... IMMEDIATELY!
See, 'round about Tuesday last week, called the BF to say "haro". He answered in a hushed tone, telling me he was at the hospital. "My God, is everything alright?" I gasped. "Yes yes, I'll buzz back in a bit," he said (I translated).
Meanwhile, thoughts a-many ran through my head.... his mother's had a heart attach. His niece is down with SBS. Dutch Elm's Disease has reared its ugly head again. I was worried blue, and so passed the time the best I could: a hard round of cardio at the local gym.
Finally, we got in touch, and Kenny recounted a long familial saga, beginning with, strangely enough, a long-estranged family member. Uncle Sabu.
Uncle Sabu was once a happy man. A loving husband and father. Until, of course, debts caught up with him and he was dealt with the dull blow of a dirty divorce. He became the black-sheep, on the dole, and part-time hobo. Occassionaly, he would call, asking for money, and Kenny's mother would gladly oblige. After all, blood is thicker.
Sometime in the recent past, though, ol' Unkie hit 'em up again, and this time for more than some change. Kenny's family pulled through and then heard nothing. Until.
Uncle Sabu came into Kenny's store(which, by the by, he co-owns/runs with his mom) to show his thanks. Uncle Sabu, however, was not well. Besides being emaciated, he could barely stand and, as Kenny so cutely observed in English, "smelled like a died person". Ken and his mother rushed this uncle to the local hospital, only to be turned away.... he was just in too ghastly of a state to be treated by respectable health physicians.
After three different hospitals, they found one who remembered their Hippocratic oaths (their nurses' oaths) and admitted the man. Turns out, malnutrition aside, the gangrene was less than a month from claiming Uncle Sabu's life. Forget apples-a-day.... double leg-amputation was what this doctor ordered.
Now, it's time for an old fashioned poll.... Which part of this story is the MOOOOOOST HORRENDOUS? A. Uncle's putrid wounds were covered in maggots, or B. during inspection, Mr. MD accidentally broke off a toe.
(Remember, America, your voice counts)
While this is technically not my story, the sheer offense to good folks' decency demands I tell you..... IMMEDIATELY!
See, 'round about Tuesday last week, called the BF to say "haro". He answered in a hushed tone, telling me he was at the hospital. "My God, is everything alright?" I gasped. "Yes yes, I'll buzz back in a bit," he said (I translated).
Meanwhile, thoughts a-many ran through my head.... his mother's had a heart attach. His niece is down with SBS. Dutch Elm's Disease has reared its ugly head again. I was worried blue, and so passed the time the best I could: a hard round of cardio at the local gym.
Finally, we got in touch, and Kenny recounted a long familial saga, beginning with, strangely enough, a long-estranged family member. Uncle Sabu.
Uncle Sabu was once a happy man. A loving husband and father. Until, of course, debts caught up with him and he was dealt with the dull blow of a dirty divorce. He became the black-sheep, on the dole, and part-time hobo. Occassionaly, he would call, asking for money, and Kenny's mother would gladly oblige. After all, blood is thicker.
Sometime in the recent past, though, ol' Unkie hit 'em up again, and this time for more than some change. Kenny's family pulled through and then heard nothing. Until.
Uncle Sabu came into Kenny's store(which, by the by, he co-owns/runs with his mom) to show his thanks. Uncle Sabu, however, was not well. Besides being emaciated, he could barely stand and, as Kenny so cutely observed in English, "smelled like a died person". Ken and his mother rushed this uncle to the local hospital, only to be turned away.... he was just in too ghastly of a state to be treated by respectable health physicians.
After three different hospitals, they found one who remembered their Hippocratic oaths (their nurses' oaths) and admitted the man. Turns out, malnutrition aside, the gangrene was less than a month from claiming Uncle Sabu's life. Forget apples-a-day.... double leg-amputation was what this doctor ordered.
Now, it's time for an old fashioned poll.... Which part of this story is the MOOOOOOST HORRENDOUS? A. Uncle's putrid wounds were covered in maggots, or B. during inspection, Mr. MD accidentally broke off a toe.
(Remember, America, your voice counts)
