My son Nat
was in hospital
having had
an operation
late that night
I rang in
the hospital ward
how's my son?
I gave out his name
he OK
the nurse said
orientally
is that all?
I asked her
can I speak
with him now?
he asleep
he OK
she replied
she sounding just like
a Confucian monk
with a high pitched voice
how did the op go?
does he feel all right?
he orwight
she replied
is that all
you want know?
I hung up
I couldn't
be polite
and say anymore
I rang back
the next day
some young nurse
filled me in
with all the details
how he was
how he was feeling
the operation
she told me
was quite successful
he can return home
once the doctor says
it's Ok
I hung up
after I thanked her
I wondered
about that
communication
misunderstanding
with that nurse
during the night call
but I guess
she Ok
as she'd say.
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