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Balcony scene

August 8, 2012

Its nuts. Crazy. My patient is just not awake. Not dead like but certainly not awake. He is lovely with a pet name from his wife that melts my heart. Even after he pukes all over her she kisses him on the lips. He was a literature professor and to encourage more awakefulness I recite part of the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet I memorized in 10th grade.

Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek(90)
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke; but farewell complement!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say ‘Ay’;
And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear’st,(95)
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries,
They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,(100)
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light;
But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.(105)
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ware,
My true love’s passion. Therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.(110)

Now, I don’t get the whole thing out because that stupoopid intern is standing there not doing what I want and I am scared something bad is happening but I get some out.

Later, when he is more awake, he recites a King Lear speech to me about being old and sick and unworthy. I call him handsome and he calls me beautiful as his darling wife looks on with tears in her eyes willing him to stop being so unconscious.

They are lovely together. He is amazing and kind. She is beautiful and loving.

I have decided what I want most in this world is for someone to want to kiss me right on the lips right after I puke all over them and have them say they love me, call me by my pet name and say that even after 27 years it’s not enough.

What a crazy job I have. What. A. Day.

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