The elderly Asian woman sat on the bed, her head downcast, her wrinkled hands limply resting in her lap.
Two young Asian doctors hovered over her, occasionally speaking in hushed voices to her in the darkness. A thin slice of artificial yellow light cut across the room, casting a bright shadow against the far wall.
The second hand silently floated across the expressionless face of the clock. The time was 5:07am.
Walking briskly into the room, the Caucasian nurse saw the two doctors and inquired, “Are you family visiting?”
The senior resident smirked and replied, “No… we’re the residents on call.”
The nurse looked away and said nothing.
8 Apr 2007 |
A number of years ago I spent a lot of time on the phone with a coworker who was in another building. He had a very deep Irish accent. I had pictured in my head that he was tall, had a beer gut, and bright red hair. When I got a chance to finally meet him, it turns out he was raised in Ireland by his parents who had immigrated there from China.
Comment by Jesse | 9 Apr 2007 @ 12:41am
“Lessee here, it’s five in the morning, Asian people in the room….well they can’t be doctors, that’s for darn sure! Never seen an Asian doctor in all my years…..”
Comment by Justin Slotman | 11 Apr 2007 @ 1:31pm