As the title implies, holy hell I’ve been absent for quite some time. Ummm… I reckon I might need to do a quick recap on my life, but that will come shortly and probably in mini-episodes as I have to think about over a year’s worth of events.
Why the sudden reappearance? Well, I recently celebrated my 28th birthday and I decided to do a “birthday resolution.” I figured writing again would help keep my brain running as smoothly as possible, and it would serve as a place to store memories should I ever go crazy and lose them (that is a semi-possible way my life can go).
I currently work as a Korean interpreter and have two pediatric appointments tomorrow morning (one for the ENT surgical unit and the other for nephrology); I have my stage four lung cancer patient in the afternoon. I should probably head to bed since I now have some semblance of responsibility in my life. And my boyfriend also is calling for me to come to bed too.
Ah yes, I also managed to find a nice guy who thought I was cool enough to date (we’ve been together for over a year now). I’m sure I’ll write about him plenty~
It’s nice to be back. I suppose I should re-download the WordPress app on my phone to keep me busy while waiting in hospital rooms. It certainly beats watching “The View.” How the hell is that mess running in EVERY waiting room?! Fuck me! That shit is always around me like a gypsy fucking curse.
The real reason I’m back:
Writing keeps my mental health in check. I go ape shit when I don’t have a place to vent. One can imagine how I’ve fared over the last year…
I’ve been okay because I have skin thicker than a catcher’s mitt.
안 돌아오도… 사랑할거야.
돌아오기전에 나 지옥에 빠져 있을 거다.
그 사랑만 기억하면… 살수있어.
I don’t recommend putting the ching chong stuff into Google translate… It really fucks up the meaning because Korean has different syntax structure from English and is an agglutinative language.
Just know they’re pretty words of affection.
Anyway… onward and downward to hell.
I went to the hospital today. I’m not dying – I don’t think. I reckon I’m not dying any faster than the average 26 year old at least.
I showed up early for my appointment because my military ID expired and I thought I’d have to cut through the razor wire to get on base. It was surprisingly easy though. Everyone was really helpful…and thought I was married. They asked for my license and registration. I’ve been pulled over multiple times, but I’ve never had to show my registration because of my Uncle Matt (he’s a pretty decorated police officer). They let me go with a warning all four times. Anyhow, when I told the military police I didn’t know what a car registration looked like, they laughed, dug around in my glove compartment, and said, “I guess your husband takes care of this.” The folks checking me in even asked, “What’s your husband’s social security number?” Shit’s weird.
Since I had about an hour to spare before the doc told me how unhealthy I am, I went to the Subway to buy a sammich. An older Korean lady works there. I like seeing her because I can practice my Korean a bit. I started to ramble in Korean with her while I told her all of the ingredients I wanted. For some reason, this pissed off the woman behind me in line. She called the manager over and some shit went down: Manager Man told the Korean lady she couldn’t speak her native tongue. She spoke only English with me after that. I was so pissed off; it really hurt my heart that I had gotten such a nice lady in trouble for speaking Korean with her. IS THAT EVEN FUCKING LEGAL?!
What if I didn’t know how to speak English? Would she have to use gestures to tell me what kinds of breads Subway has to offer?! …this is some booty.
While I was eating I kept making eye contact with the Korean lady. I thought she looked lonely. She had told me once before how her husband and children only spoke English. I’m not the greatest conversationalist, but there’s some measure of comfort in talking with someone in the language you grew up with, even if it is with some kooky girl who doesn’t have her shit together.
If there’s one thing these past few months have shown me, it’s that loneliness is underrated and talking with people is a decent remedy to that. Anyway… onward and downward.
She always asks me if I need or want a receipt.
“I’m good. I think it’ll work.”