Shit Comes from Lack of Communication...

A couple of days ago, I received a message from someone with an Eastern Indian accent. It was so heavy that I couldn't understand what he was talking about.

"Ju helf accjent! Wai ju wurrie Indeeung accjent?!!"

"Gay Confucius, I have no clue what you're talking about either. I thought you're gone for good!"

"Wan nook eg mee weewee?"

"NO! Get away from me!"

Anyway, this person said he was calling from some company and that there was some problem with something and I should call back at some number and refer to some ID number. I had no clue.

So many companies are now outsourcing to India. If they do that, they should at least find employees who can speak clearly. A lot of time, even when they speak a little clearly, they have no clue what they're talking about. It's like they are reading from a cheat sheet. Even when they are supposed to be the technical specialists, a lot of times they make no sense. It's so frustrating.

I still don't know what that message was about. It's very annoying because I don't know whether it was something important.

I thought I'm pretty good with understanding people who talk with an accent. I have an accent myself. Jim thinks it's exotic. I do it to humor him. I have no accent when I speak to the people in my family. At my clinic, I have patients from so many different countries. Patients who speak English are the minorities. Excluding my sister and the PA, I have 4 female Hispanic employees, 2 male Hispanic employees, 1 male Nepalese employee, 1 female Burmese, 2 male Burmese, 2 male Vietnamese, and 1 female Vietnamese. It's like an international market when my clinic is crowded with patients, which is all the time.

Anyway, I love my patients. Most of them are indigent but very nice. My overhead is very high because they don't usually speak English. A lot of time, we are like their social workers as well.

"Fook! Geg ong wee duh jstoree!"

"Hold your horses, Dear Gay Confucius!!!"

Anyway...

"Ju ang-nee-wei all duh tyme!"

"Shut up!!!"

"Ju Jut oop!! Fook! Ju lo jut up ole meng nike mee"

Anyway, 2 days ago, I saw a 17 y.o. Nepalese girl. She said she spoke English, so I didn't need my Nepalese guy to interpret. She had symptoms of a Urinary Tract Infection. So, I gave her a cup to collect some urine for me. I specifically asked her to urinate in there. She said she couldn't. I told her I needed just a little bit. A moment later, she brought back the cup with poop in it. Ew!!!

"No, no..."

"You told me to urinate," she said with an Indian-like accent.

"Yes...pee..."

"Oh, you should say pee!"

:D

I have not had a chance to talk to Jim today. Neither did I have much opportunity to text him. Today was very busy at work. We had a lot of patients. On top of that, my PA called in sick. By the time I was done with work, it was almost midnight in the UK.

So, I decided to stay up late to do paperwork so that I could talk to Jim when he wakes up. It's 2 a.m. now. That would be 7 a.m. where Jim is. Ah...It just came to my mind now that today is Saturday. Jim won't get up early. Only I work on Saturday. I'll give it a try in 30min.

I want to tell Jim I miss him and love him very much. Four years ago was when we met. I am happy... :D

The Gay Man Could Read My Eyes.

My mom wanted to go out to dinner tonight. So, we did. We went to this Chinese buffet place that I usually don't like to go. The food is good. I just don't like it because it's usually too crowded and there usually are some Vietnamese people who know me with whom I do not want to associate. I want to have my dinner in peace.

Tonight, as my family and I walked toward the main entrance, there sat this middle aged Vietnamese guy on the bench smoking. He kept on staring straight at us. I can't stand cigarette smoke. It gives me an asthma attack. So, I hurried in without paying much attention to him.

Then, every time I stood up to get food, he would stare at me. When I walked past his table, he stared straight at me. I know I look good, but it was just so annoying! (LOL). Then, it occurred to me that maybe he was gay! Maybe, he was trying to talk to me with his eyes! Gay people do communicate with their eyes, right? I think so.

So, I turned around and nicely winked at him four times.

He said: "You Are Taken?"

Holy smoke, he could read my eyes!

Overloaded

Today is my day off, and I'm working at the clinic. Actually, my sisters are doing the same thing. I interviewed three Physician Assistants within the last two weeks, and I don't think any of them would join us.

The first one was an East Indian newly graduated girl. She seemed OK, but she was asking for so many things when she didn't have any leverage to do that.

The second one was the first one's classmate, I found out later. She was Hispanic. This suits my clinic very well. She is from Cuba. She was too confident. I've been a doctor for 16 years, and the only thing I'm confident about is the fact that I don't know much. I have seen enough to feel good that I know I don't know much. Here she is, a fresh-out-of-the-boat physician assistant, being cocky.

The third one came yesterday. He was a 65 y.o. Caucasian. He used to be a pharmacist and switched to become a PA since 20 years ago. His resume showed he last worked 2 years ago. Something didn't quite fit, so I checked his record. It turned out that his pharmacy license was suspended for 5 years due to drug addiction.

I am a person who believes in second chance because I myself have been given second chances. I was very hesitant, but I was still open-minded. I thought to myself that if he were nice and worked hard, then I would be willing to hire him since he hasn't had any issue working as a PA.

So, I interviewed him. He didn't come across as a friendly person. He told me he had a stroke when I asked him why he has not been working since two years ago. But, later, he told me he's been working part-time for a neurologist whose name he didn't list on his resume. Then, I asked him why he switched from being a pharmacist to being a physician assistant. I was looking for him to be honest. Unfortunately, he said in an indifferent manner: "It's boring." I have three siblings who are pharmacists, and they have to work so hard they have no time to be bored. I then asked him if he had any more question for me. He said: "When do I start?"

Off I go, looking for more PAs.

Now, I have to go back to my paperwork.

On a better note, I will get to see Jim tomorrow night.

Nose Picking

People are picking noses left and right. With the presence of the allergy season, I don't think there are anyone who doesn't do it. Even the Queen of England does it. Jim took these pictures. He told me she even looked at it afterward. He said he wasn't sure what she did with it, though.

Today, there was a patient who took his two sons in to see me. For the whole time he was in the exam room, he repeatedly picked his nose. Right in front of me! How gross! Why would you do that when you know someone is right there looking at you? How many times do you have to pick your nose? If you have to, shouldn't you aim it so that you could do it in one shot? Why do you have to look at what you got? Don't tell me you are going to taste it the moment I turn away.

I'm all gross out, now...LOL. This actually did happen.

This is what Jim and I did before he left for the UK.

waiting...

It's 1:55 am. It's almost time for Jim to wake up. I want to text him "Good Morning!" and a big capitalized "I LOVE U!" I miss him very much.

With the time difference between here and the UK and my busy work schedule, it's been difficult for us to talk. From the moment I step into my clinic, I see patients non-stop until it's too late to talk to Jim.

I hope he's having a good time over there. I hope the British are treating him well.

I'm here waiting for his hugs.....