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Here's a piece based on a moment experienced during a recent stay at the UAH where the nephrologists and infectious disease specialists tried to identify and knock out a pneumonia bug that had brought me down with a 39 degree fever, chills and nausea. They feared that prescribing the wrong antibiotic would knock out the transplanted cadaverous kidney I had received in that same unit seven years earlier. The Urbaniginal at the University Hospital Bed & Breakfast Each main intersection between the alphabetized and numbered wards in the Walter C McKenzie health unit has a fridge room with milk and muffins, a wall oven, instant beverages and toastable snacks for patients and staff. Saturday at 11PM, I came upon a native street kid who was lifting thermal lids from leftovers of last night's late tray returns. He loaded shepherd's pie and peas and carrots and fruit salad onto a plastic plate. I waited just outside the door until he was finished. He reached to turn off the light like the sign says. "Leave it on!" Something in my voice? Had he missed the "on" word? He offered me his plastic spoon and cold plate. "Here! Are you hungry?" "No, just leave the light on." "Are you hungry?" What a rhetorician! Sunday morning, I walked down the long hall to use the dialysis unit waiting room phone. There he was, kneeling on a chair, facing the wall, making his free call. I waited, eyeing the pay phones thirty feet away. Twenty minutes later I was still at the front of the line. |
