So today I'm alone. Simone has abandoned me to do his first 'on-call'.... I hope it goes swimmingly, I'm sure it will, they only have 80 beds in the cicu.
So last night we came straight home after work and chilled out a little bit (no wine) and did some cooking, well I say 'we' and 'cooking', actually Simone cooked the curry and he left me in charge of doing the rice- plain white rice, boiled. Surely it is not possible to go wrong with boiled, plain white rice? WRONG. I managed to make a mess... His curry was ready, and my rice? Well it tasted like swallowing an entire cup full of sea water... imagine. OVERKILL on the salt, and so chef Simone demanded I start over again, which meant the curry practically evaporated and we ate at well past our bed time (9pm- we are so rock n roll).
This morning I got up at 0615, after Simone had left... I felt like a zombie. Maybe it was the salt (cause I did eat a little bit of that rice), but my eyes were so puffy. Even one of the anaesthesia nurses said "you have some swelling no?".... great, I look like Rihanna after spending a romantic night in with Chris Brown.
So today in work was good. One of the cardiologists turned around and starting talking. 'Is he talking to me?' I wondered as he repeated himself. There were 2 main problems for me:
* I still find it difficult to understand if they're talking local language or English
* He has got one eye looking AT you and one looking FOR you
At first I just ignored him, thinking he was looking at someone else. Then he repeated himself and I did what I HATE, just nodded even though I didn't have the slightest clue what he had just said.... anyway, from now on I'm going to avoid eye contact with him, which means I might have to avoid being in the same room as him....
Tonight I'm going to be eating left-over, partially-evaporated curry and salty rice (I saved it, because I'll eat it alone, mix in the extra hot curry sauce and the taste of salt will melt away). I'm sure Simone won't eat anything tonight- they don't do pasta in the hospital canteen. Hopefully he has stocked up on some crisps whilst the shop was open.
Well I'm sat here in our big house reflecting on the craziness of the last 10 days (using Gibbs of course), looking around and I'm wondering 'will Simone ever empty his suitcases?', the answer quite honestly, is probably 'no'... It will save packing in December I suppose...
Namaste xxx
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