Cheap Chinese food,
I love this stuff! I don’t eat it very often cause it’s so damn bad for me, but in terms of comfort food. It’s at the top of my list. Maybe….only maybe, does Tequila top it, but not by much!
The thing about cheap Chinese food is that it’s always covered in this thick semi sweet gooey glazey type sauce, which most likely contains nothing but MSG, cleaning solvents, soy sauce and sugar. But I love it anyway. When I ingest it i feel like I am covered in that same experience. Warm, sweet and viscous.
Woombish
So I’m sitting in a hospital room watching my brother melt away after a long night in the ER, wanting, no craving some Cheap Chinese food. Needing that experience of the world being shut off and the rush that comes with that food high.
My brother has a nasty little tumor no larger than a gnat in the middle of his oversized gob of a head. It’s an incurable form of brain cancer that has taken to setting up shop on his Corpus Callosum-for the uninitiated, that’s where the 2 parts of the brain meet up and converse.
“Hey hand, how you doing?”
“Just fine leg, a little tired today….too much running!”
It’s a veritable No mans land so to speak, because no doctors, no radiologists, no oncologists, no mechanics, not even dog walkers will go there. It’s a very delicate area and the tumor…this thing that’s slowly killing him, digs it there! They must be delivering Chinese food ….
They staff move him around in the bed like an old puppet. He strains against the tremors caused by the tumors, He strains against the very demise he sweared he would never allow himself to go through. Dignity has gone and all that’s left is repetition and function.
A robot drives by….
Because we are in the year 2016, there is a robot who drives by every-so -often to deliver medicine. Seriously! If I wasn’t so involved with the matters at hand I would be following that damn thing around all day. I would try to make friends with it in hopes to gain my own personal R2D2 or Robbie. I would ask it to fetch me as much Chinese food as it could hold.
It’s hard to watch him turn into a piece of meat. It was hard to watch my father become one. I guess it’s the way of things for most of us. #Prince had it lucky. Get into the elevator don’t come out. #Badabing badaboom. The heavens have their way.
But this slow shit, this malingering degradation of the body and the soul is a morbid thing.This time around he came in for seizures. Uncontrollable body jerking that they still haven’t got a real answer for, just some balm, leeches and a syringe full of Atavan. (Which I of course asked for as well…strictly on the terms of parity!)
They plug him into the big machines that beep and whir, they make intolerable noises and have nothing to say in return. They are a beehive with no honey.
The robot drives by
The robot stops and looks in. Nothing here for it.
After a few days of doing the jerk and ingesting huge quantities of seizure medication he seems to have leveled off. So they transfer him to a “Rehab Facility”. Now this is where the robot really comes to bear.
In this facility, which I will not name out of respect, (but it rhymes with #Jewish home for the Aged). They could use some robots. They could use some staff that actually give a shit about the patients there. Instead of using it as a coffee Klatch. They miss his meds, they don’t answer his call, they do NOT rehabilitate him. We actually have to yank him out of there early in fear that his life will be cut even shorter than it is!
Fuck me!!
Since then, I have heard from a lot of folks who think the robots are a bad idea. That they are taking away jobs from the rest of us, Well I say take ’em. Take every one of these lousy employees who care not for the patients and fire their lazy asses. Replace them with Robbie, R2D2, and the one from Fireball XL5.
Adios Bitches….
With Cheap Chinese food, there is always honey or at least a bit of white sugar in the food, to sweeten the deal. Quite unlike life.
Selah
the rev
The Reverend LordRifa 