Wednesday, November 30, 2011

secret connections

"You cannot check my blood sugar now because I am wearing my shoes."

-- My father, to me

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Meena from California

There is an aunty who is a family friend of ours. She likes to telephone us a lot, presumably because we are all such skilled conversationalists. She has been calling us up since 1952. Or even earlier. (Maybe 1818?) . Every time she calls she always says "Hi, this is Meena from California." And I always say ,"Oh hello aunty, how are you?" And then we have a conversation and then I pass the phone around to everyone else in the house.

Confession: I have never met Meena from California. 
Super Confession: Neither has anyone else who lives in my house. (Parents included)
The next big thing: No one is sure who she is, but we suspect she may be a friend of my grandmother's cousin.
Ticking bomb: We have spoken to her so many times that now we are too afraid to ask, "Yes, but who exactly ARE you?"
 

Friday, November 25, 2011

if facebook was a boy i'd stamp all over him

It's like that boy in class who ALWAYS knows EVERYTHING;  it loves small talk  but you can never have a real conversation with it; it doesn't know how to listen but you can always, ALWAYS show it your sexy photographs  and it will get excited.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

the dialysis technician

Sometimes, people choose to be peritoneal dialysis technicians, and this means they have several clients, all screaming for their time and attention. It means they wake up at the crack of dawn and begin going from house to house, visiting client to client, washing hands, sanitizing work surfaces, handling bags and bags of dextrose fluid  - several times a day, over and over again. And then they go home and fall asleep. And then they wake up and repeat the whole pattern all over again. It means never missing a day of work. It means keeping people alive. It means no holidays.

It means one week off in the whole year to do everything you ever wanted to do. 

It could mean hell. Or it could mean life.

Or it could BE your life.

Sunday, November 20, 2011