How our lives can be, enriched, in these, tiny little moments, of, boredom that we are living in in our, lives, how no moments is, wasted…translated…
This was, an Invitation I Couldn’t, Turn, Dwon, So I’d, Nodded, and Waited for the Stories, from the Physician’s, Lips……………
I’d been born, a medicine cabinet, since I was very young, I get easily, infected with illnesses, no matter if it’s during the season changes, or that something is, being, passed along, I’d always, “won that jackpot”. And so, I’d become, a most frequent customer of the hospitals, I’d become, completely, familiar with the hospitals, I can even understand, some of the professional medical, jargons used by the medical professionals, even, blurt out the common acronyms of the various kinds of the medical equipment, and it’d, entertained the physicians who were, treating me.
One time, as a series of checks were being completed, the physician, while waiting for my test results, asked, “had you studied medicine from before?” I’d shaken my head, and wondered, how I could have, misled, him, and in a panic, I’d, shaken my head no, and apologized repeatedly.
The physician smiled, “no need to apologize, you are excellent in describing, I just noted how you’d not used the words that ordinary persons use is all. Like most people would say, ‘checks’, but you’d, told me exactly the name of the check you received, like C.T., that was why it’d made me wondered, if you’d, studied, medicine too.”
And, at this time, it’d felt, improper to tell him, that I’d been through a ton of illnesses that I’d come to known it all, so I’d, stuttered, “maybe, I’d been sick too many times, being hospitalized too many times I got bored, that I’d heard the doctors and nurses discussing, so I’d, remembered.”
He’d first laughed a bit, then, started, laughing with his mouth wide open, even choked on his own, saliva while laughing, coughed a few times. And I’d thought, that he was, making fun of how I pretended to be knowledgeable, I’d felt, ashamed to lower my head.
He seemed to note, that I’d, misunderstood, he’d taken a drink of water, to stop his laughter, explained, “I’m sorry, I’m not making fun of you, it’s just, that I saw me as a child in you.” He’d walked to the door, looked outside, confirmed that the nurses were still, busying, looked at the clock on the wall, and, time of his treatment sessions are, over, so he’d, hung that “Break” sign on the door, walked back toward me slowly.
“Seemed that the report is taking a little longer, I’m off my shift, let’s chat, okay?”, he looked, very, expectant, like there are, a ton of stories he’d wanted to, share with me, just not posted the words, “hear me out” on his face is all.
And how, can I, the only audience, be so cruel, to turn his offer to tell me all his stories, I’d, nodded, and waited for the tales.
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“Thinking back, I too, was ill a lot as a child, back in the times when they’d used the stamps for the treatment sessions, I’d, changed to several new owns, while the other kids were collecting the gaming cards, I’d collected, the fully stamped, health insurance cards”.
As I’d heard him telling me, I’d felt that I could, connect, although everything is now, digitized, but, as my medical records were pulled out, it’d, lasted over hundreds of, pages on end.
“From before, staying in the hospital was a huge bore, no cell phones, no T.V., other than waiting for the medications all day long, it’s waiting for the meals to get, served, and, when I got too bored, I’d had to, find something to do for myself, to keep me, entertained.”
Wow, that’s exactly what happened in the schemata of my life too! Up to hear, my eyes glowed, and, I’d, looked at him, enthusiastically.
He saw how I got into the tales, he’d gotten, more and more animated, and, started rummaging through his desk drawers, found a notebook that looked, very aged, placed it in my hand. I’d flipped the few pages into the notebook, I saw the illegible handwriting, the handwriting of a young child in pencil, with the English names of the medications, and what the medications were used to, treat, like a medical record of sorts, but, with the means of, an untrained, professional.
He’d told me, gloating, “while I’d stayed in the hospitals from childhood, I got too bored, looking at the packets of meds one by one, and so, I’d started asking the nurses, what this pill was, what that capsule was, and the nurses got too annoyed, and in the end, she’d, printed out the list of my medications for me, to keep me, quiet.” He’d pointed at the notebook, continued, “then, I’d, written all the names of the medications, and what tests they did on me, all in this, notebook. It was out of boredom back then, and I wasn’t really into, medicine, and my mom laughed at me, saying that I’d been quite agile in documenting, asked if I wanted to become, a physician when I grew up.”
As I’d heard, I’d, snuck in a few, laughter too, his mother, is, quite accurate in predicting his, future.
“I think because what my mother told me, I’d started, developing this, interest in medicine, and, accidentally, became, a physician.” He’d made fun of himself, and how hard it is to get into the medical department, how hard it is, to take the exit exams, all became, like the gentle breezes as he’d, described it.
“Sometimes, we get, too, bored, that’s why we do things that we never imagine that we are, capable, of, but the key here, is to do something when you’re, bored, anything, flipping through the magazines, playing the games, who’s to say, that you won’t, become, a professional gamer some day? I admire you, for making my work easier, for keeping track of the medical terms you’d heard from before, you are, amazing!”
Seeing how he got really into, reminiscing his childhood, I’d suddenly realized that this whole conversation got started, because we were both, too, bored, so, the next time you stay at the hospitals, don’t treat it like a time of boredom, that you’re, wasting your life in the hospitals, as these times that bored you to the bones, can also, become, moments that inspired you to gain more, wisdoms too.
And so, this is on, how much we are, learning, even WHEN we’re, unaware of that we were, learning. We come across everything that’s, new to us, and we never, really, take a note of them, and, if we only, pay more attention to these things that seemed, too unimportant in our lives, it may become, something bigger to us in our lives, later, on.