SeaCat
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Yesterday one of the R.N.'s on my unit brought in some Curry from where she grew up. She made it as her Mama taught her. She brought this in as a gift to me for my Birthday.
She comes from Pakistan.
Now we're talking a Curry that is served in Glass Bowls. One that sneaks up on you from the first bite. It was tasty and it was hotter than any hell a Christian ever thought of. We're talking a Curry that you are afriad of things like Paper or Wood Products coming into contact with.
I truly enjoyed the first and second bowl I was served. The third bowl seemed to vanish when I answered a Call Bell. I had a good idea as to where it disapeared to. (One of the Sitters on the Unit had been watching me eat with envy in her eyes. She vanished at roughly the same time my food did. When she came back so did the food bowl, which was quickly cleaned and refilled.)
This morning the Sitter seemed a bit quiet. She didn't stand around and chat as she usually did. I didn't say a word I just kept working.
This afternoon the Sitter seemed to be walking a bit stiffly. I just grinned as I talked to the unit secretary. I told her not to pass on requests for things like Ice Water from the sitter. I wanted her walking the halls. The Unit Secretary didn't understand but did as I asked.
I also made sure the door to the Staff Bathroom was closed and stayed closed. (You need a code to open this door.) This meant the sitter couldn't visit our bathroom which happened to be in the next room, she had to walk down two halls to use the bathroom. (Maybe three hundred feet.)
I watched as the sitter made her way to the bathroom more than once. As the day wore on her posture stiffened and she walked slower and slower.
Then I asked her if she wanted some of my lunch, left over Curry. Strangely enough she refused.
By the end of her shift the sitter was standing around, she wouldn't sit. She was also seemingly in pain. She walked very slowly and carefully.
Somehow I don't think she will ever again take my food.
Cat
She comes from Pakistan.
Now we're talking a Curry that is served in Glass Bowls. One that sneaks up on you from the first bite. It was tasty and it was hotter than any hell a Christian ever thought of. We're talking a Curry that you are afriad of things like Paper or Wood Products coming into contact with.
I truly enjoyed the first and second bowl I was served. The third bowl seemed to vanish when I answered a Call Bell. I had a good idea as to where it disapeared to. (One of the Sitters on the Unit had been watching me eat with envy in her eyes. She vanished at roughly the same time my food did. When she came back so did the food bowl, which was quickly cleaned and refilled.)
This morning the Sitter seemed a bit quiet. She didn't stand around and chat as she usually did. I didn't say a word I just kept working.
This afternoon the Sitter seemed to be walking a bit stiffly. I just grinned as I talked to the unit secretary. I told her not to pass on requests for things like Ice Water from the sitter. I wanted her walking the halls. The Unit Secretary didn't understand but did as I asked.
I also made sure the door to the Staff Bathroom was closed and stayed closed. (You need a code to open this door.) This meant the sitter couldn't visit our bathroom which happened to be in the next room, she had to walk down two halls to use the bathroom. (Maybe three hundred feet.)
I watched as the sitter made her way to the bathroom more than once. As the day wore on her posture stiffened and she walked slower and slower.
Then I asked her if she wanted some of my lunch, left over Curry. Strangely enough she refused.
By the end of her shift the sitter was standing around, she wouldn't sit. She was also seemingly in pain. She walked very slowly and carefully.
Somehow I don't think she will ever again take my food.
Cat
