I hope you had a wonderful Christmas. I did, and I'm on vacation from work, so I'm still chilling, hence, the silence till now.
But I've got fila.
Did you know that some people we know were reading blogs at Christmas? I shock sef! No joke. And if they were lazily browsing and just happened to peek at the blog, I wouldn't be on their case but charlie, they were agrE! Constantly checking, sending me messages, sending me topic suggestions. People! I know. I know that you in particular are too cool for that. I know that you were not one of them. hehe. I mean, you need no reminding that Christmas is for spending with family and friends, and remembering the birth of Jesus and its significance (for those of us who believe) not staring at a computer screens. I know you didn't do that. So I'm not talking about you.. haha. I'm talking about those other people :)
It's good to be back!!!! Happy New Year!
This past Christmas, I felt rather famous. I met about 7 new people who came up to me, introduced themselves and then gushed, "I read your blog". Every time I heard that, I was like wow, you're able to make me out from that little picture? And I met them all at very different places too. The first lady was in line with me when me, and my friend Raphael were attending the "Joy-fm -Vodafone night with the stars" event. Another guy, I think his name was Richard, was at Rhapsody's. Then I met a lady (Michelle?) at a wedding, and another one, a guy, at the busy internet at the mall. And yet another at a AfroChic party. And a few at BarCamp Ghana. Of course, I'm like everybody else who can never find the perfect words when you need them, but then think of 10 smarter things I could've said only after the people are gone. hehe. But If you're one of those I met, be assured, that even if I don't say much, I'm always very excited to meet facebook friends and blog friends in real life. It's also a little scary though 'cos now if I'm dii-ing bad (tr: being bad) somewhere, I can't be completely sure that no one knows who I am.
Anyway, so I was feeling like a mini star (not the beer) :)
Then two days ago, the man I'm going to marry got sick at my house. So sick I had to rush him to the hospital. I live within walking distance of a one so I took him there. It was 8 pm. The nurse we saw said there was no doctor. So I put the sick man back in a car and off to a bigger hospital. Between his aahing and oohing I was wondering, what if he died on my hands? What would I tell his parents. He'd just thrown up the food I'd given him. The next hospital had an emergency ward. So I took him there. That's when I stopped feeling famous.
The nurses. They didn't even bizz us. Well, one told me to go make a card, whilst the man was still hurting. The sick guy protested, saying he already had a card for that hospital and that he even knew the number. But nooo, the nurse said "Gentleman, make the card". Okay, fine! I put him on a nearby bed and left to make a card for him. Thank goodness I knew all of the details. Like his birthday, age, phone number, and address. I paid 7 cedis. I got back to the nurses with the card, and was expecting them to attend to him pronto. I've never been to an emergency ward before so maybe that's why I was expecting swift action and as I wear my emotions on my face, the nurse took one look at me and asked me "why do you look surprised? Don't look surprised" The doctor is with someone so when he's done, he'll attend to him. I nodded. My husband to be (ouch) was still groaning and I could do nothing but wait. How I wished I was famous right then!
After what seemed like forever, they finally beckoned for us to come. They took my husband's (grr...lol) temperature and blood pressure. Then he called all three nurses by name! They were shocked. Heck, I was shocked. Apparently he knew the nurses when he was little. He introduced himself to them...and one of them was like oooo, you're Dr. So and so's son. Ei, ena w'enyini sei. (You look so much older). So like magic, these nurses suddenly started being so nice. Calling him my son, my this, my that. They quickly gave him some injection and medicines, and a doctor was promptly summoned, who checked him and wrote down some prescription drugs for us to get. We were out of there in no time. My husband introduced me to the nurses as his wife, and the same nurse who has rudely asked me why I looked surprised said I should come and greet her, and when I greeted her, made a joke about how warm my body was and asked if she should be expecting her grandchild! Ei, how people can change so quickly once they know you're "important"
I was thankful that my husband felt better and I was able to take him home alive and well. But I couldn't help thinking about the nurses and how differently they treated us once they found out who he was. I kept thinking...damn...so that's how people are going to treat you when you're a nobody and that's how they'll treat you when they know you and that just makes Me Want to be Famous, Or Rich Or Both, Goddamn!
So that was a nice reality check. Now I'm not feeling quite so famous:)
But i'm still psyched for the new year and hope you are too!
I'm off to Fanta's Folly next week and will be blogging from there.
2010's gonna be a good year. Believe it!
Oh, and you know how the way the nurses treated me made me wish I was famous?
I was like fine, i'm not famous...yet. But I will be! And when that day comes, you'll remember the t-shirt in the picture below.Another thing that makes me want to be
rich or famous or both is err, long lines at airports and passing through the business class section
of airplanes to go and sit in the cramped economy section. haha.
What makes you want to get even? Or just be better than you are?
What makes you wish you weren't just little old you?
On a different note, yours truly is profiled in the February 2010 edition of Marie Claire. It's on new stands in the U.S. Get Yours!