Thursday, June 24, 2010

equanimates

How the morbidly obese lady who wore skin hugging jeans 4 inches below her Brobdingnagian rump and ringlets of gaudy colors tearing her pinnae apart ,and wetpaint for lipstick with jello in her hair and 12 inch high heels became a sorrowful, troubled, aching, short of breath person who sighed and panted to breathe her bellows to carpopedal spasm and funny perioral feelings; and sighed and fluttered her eyes, depressed her lateral canthi to convey a 9/10 pain that was sharp and localized to her tender chest wall and came from the heart.

How this transition happened once she wore the peekaboo hospital gown , how she donned the sickness role of a troubled soul whom misery had struck a machete on after disability had sapped the energy off , seemed clear to me when, once "ruled out"- this perversion of American medicine- she got her percocet, dressed up, painted her nails, took her cellphone and hollered, " Sebastian, get your f#@*ing ass here to fetch me."

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