Tower Of Babel

Well, it wasn’t a bad weekend at all. Enjoyed my little drive to Portland as usual. Left the house by 7:50 AM Saturday morning, and I was in Port Antonio by 9:30 AM. Traffic was scarce on the road. I only saw three patients, but give it time, I am sure the practice will pick up. Word of mouth is perhaps the best form of advertising for a medical practice. Had some lunch before the return drive and stopped at Blueberry Hill as per usual to purchase some of that divine Jerk Swine. I was back home by 6 PM.

By the time I got home, saw Daddy glued to the TV….I almost forgot that the election to decide who was to become the new PNP Leader and Prime Minister of our country was taking place. Well, if you don’t already know….history was created, as we now for the first time will have a woman leading our nation in the person of Sister Portia! I really wasn’t following this campaign too much. But I suppose when she takes up office in another month or so, we will see if having a woman runnin tings going mek any difference. So, I suppose we jus haffi wait an see.

This new work week will have a public holiday right inna de middle o it! Wikid. Wednesday is Ash Wednesday here. Already there are plans afoot for me and the crew….as Tuesday night going come ‘een like a Friday….you done know. Tomorrow evening, I am also supposed to go have my eyes cheked out. I am about six months overdue. I pripsed a pair of new frames that I rather liked a few weeks back…..will set me back a number of G’s but whatever…the health card is supposed to pay about 40% of the cost.

Anyhow, as nutten else worthy of discussion a gwaan, mek me haul mi tail al cuarto de bano para hacer preparaciones para el trabajo….(to the bathroom to make preparations for work.) Hasta la vista.

Hail up every crew member…..I know you probably feel that I’m ‘dissing’ y’all because of the infrequent posts… (big ting dat in Ja…..doh go round de place a diss people….you may end up hurt…), but actually I am not. I just haven’t had many ideas or the time to blog much this week, as I have been busy with work and other things in which I am involved. So what is happening? Well, on Wednesday evening I had a planning meeting to attend…..as I am on in the committee planning a local dermatology symposium which is next month. My part is pretty much 90% taken care of…just some other stuff to look about. Happily, I am NOT giving a talk this time. However, I am giving a talk on fungal skin diseases to pharmacists the week before that symposium, in MoBay. I have to start making the presentation. Sigh. Anyhow, I am set in my mind as to how to approach it, I just need to get started on the Powerpoint and insert some clinical photos. Maybe I should use the cheque that I will be receiving as an incentive to get my fingers moving!

Wednesday night, after the meeting, I pressed home….well, I tried to press home, but the traffic effed up that plan, so I didn’t arrive home ’till 7:10 PM. Hogged down my dinner…which was stew gungo peas…nice nuh rahtid…..but I couldn’t really enjoy it because I was a rush so. Hold a quick fresh and dressed to leave the yard by 8:10 PM.

Why was I in such a mad rush? Suppem that I hate to do, ’cause it simply adds to stress……I had a play to go tek een. Well, it was due to start at 8:30 PM. I didn’t arrive ’till 8:40. In good time still…as once I found my seat, they ‘darked up’ the auditorium and the show started. The name of the play was ‘True Colours’ directed by Douglas Prout. Bwoy, all I can say it good nuh rass. I don’t think it is showing for much longer, but can recommend it to any yardies who might want a change of scenery. Good laughs, good story. All I will say is that it is about a love triangle and its repercussions. The female main character is a ‘fatal attraction’ type of woman, who turns out to be screwed up mentally. I can tell you, rather than deal wid a woman who fits that character, I man woulda rather remain single…trus me….WORRIES!!!! Anyway, gwaan tek it een if you want a little humour.

Today, at work we nuh have nuh clinic, (can you hear the loud cheering?) as our Unit is responsible for Grand Rounds. We have a pretty interesting case to share. This time, is not me a do the presentation. Almost every time we do this sorta thing…a me dat. Mek one of the ‘youngsters’ sit in the hot seat this time. So, I will be present to give moral support and backative in case any likkle fassyhole smart ass decides to ask a question designed to cause the presenter to stumble. I tell you ’bout academic medicine…it does attract some types who behave as if they have suppem the size and shape of a watermelon stuck up that body orifice that most of us refer to as allowing ‘one way traffic only to rahtid’!

This evening is TGIF….and today is also payday. However, I won’t be out on street late tonight as I driving to Port Antonio early on de morrows to start the little practice. Nevertheless, I am looking forward to later as the week been busy and man tiyad. Will let you know how day one of the practice turns out.

Enuff of me and my own happenings. Here in Jamdown, all we can hear ’bout is tomorrows election of a new Prime Minister. I doh know about anybody else, but to me, all of this hype amounts to nutten more than flatulence……I am sick of hearing about it. Time for it to done so that we can get back to regular programming. My view is that it really matters not who wins..is the same party and the same old cronies…so wah mek?

That is all from me for now….what you haffi report? Have a rahtid weekend.

Just here providing you with a link to an article written by Tony Deyal in today’s Gleaner. I think it is a good read….pretty witty and humorous too. See if you agree. Have a great day.

BTW, guess who posted…nuh the Angry Dawg! Give him a yow as well.

Well, weekend hasn’t been bad so far. Friday went to Christopher’s for drinks with the crew. First in a few months I went there. Was OK…..initially was a bit boring actually. Then we found out why it may have appeared scanty…..seems Friday was the first ‘Mas Camp’ for this year……warm up events to our local Carnival. For me, I will perhaps go watch the parade and sip couple beers….look on some o de gyal dem in costume…but me nuh inna de ‘jumpin’ ting.

Anyhow, as the nite drew on and the VX was imbibed, I was given an intro. to a lass who is here on a business trip…..from Panama. At first when I was introduced, I thought she was from Jamdown, as her accent sounds very much like ours, and she speaks fluent English. Eventually, we got to chatting……en espanol……si, mi espanol no es muy mal, especialmente por conversacion…….it wasn’t a bad evening overall. Got nuff commendations on my Spanish. Didn’t stay out too late as I had plans to drive go Portland Saturday.

So, woke at 9 Saturday AM, had breakfast and then did a quick supermarket pass chru. Eventually headed to Portland a bit later than planned. Nice drive. They have done some good improvements on a large part of the ‘Junction’ Road. They have put in lots of ‘cats eyes’ and a lot of reflective paint to line the road. The surface is pretty decent also. So, what was previously a pretty dark road that one had to ride slowly on, is now a road that you can drive on at a better speed…….still being cautious noetheless. Don’t get the idea that I am a careless driver……will admit that I can be a bit heavy on the press…but I don’t take chances…specially when I have peeps in my vehicle. And, one of mi bredrin’s did accompany me. Anyhow, good as usual to get out of the ‘Corporate Area’ and breathe some fresh country air and see some scenery. Jerk Pork at Blueberry Hill did not miss…as per usual.

On the way back I stopped to buy some vegetables from a roadside vendor. Mainly it was the carrots that caught my attention…dem pretty and orange you see….and not tasteless and fulla fertilizer like de ‘farin’ vegetables dem! When I stopped by the lady, I noticed she also had breadfruits, and had it in mind to buy two if the price was reasonable. So, I checked her ’bout the breadfruit price….$180 each!? Much too much money for a breadfruit IMHO. So, I asked her….”Fe wah!?” So her reply was….”A lady jus done tell me seh Docta nuh seh it go save har life, so she naw pay dat price!” I told her that I fully agreed with the lady. Paid for the carrots and continued the press back to town.

After getting home and eating some dinner, having a well needed shower and ting…I was feeling a bit tired after the drive, so I decided to jus chill out for the night, flex and watch some TV…yeah…me who nuh really tek een TV more dan so……if you want to know what I was watching….then click ‘more’
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Yes, the week is coming to a close…time is flying. As usual, I am looking forward to this evening. Last night after work, I went by a bredrin’s house. He was having a little dinner in honour of his Father’s birthday, to which I was invited. Good food…lasagne, spare ribs, salad. Good company and VX in ample supply. Lots of laughs were shared. Came home at about 11:15.

On a different note, one of our patients died this week in hospital. Sort of took us aback as the lady was doing well and being prepared for discharge and in the space of 24 hours, suddenly made a downhill turn for the worse. Though we have diagnoses that we entertained for her sudden worsening, and did what we could, we are unable to put a cause of death on her death certificate…so we have requested a post mortem, to which her relatives gave consent. First in years that I have had to request a PM for one of our patients. We will see what it shows…if Pathology agrees to go ahead and do it…they do have the final word.

Tomorrow, I tekking a drive to Portland……to check out the office. This because, next week Saturday I am starting a once a month Portland practice. I will see how it turns out. Some Blueberry Hill Jerk Pork on the way back is a must with a cold Red Stripe Beer. in addition, I will inhale some fresh country air and see some scenery. Apart from that, not much more to report or discuss. So, I will end by saying, TGIF and have a good weekend.

What up? Bwoy nutten much…here enjoying the cool weather, work and the usual stuff. Yesterday was Valentine’s day dem seh….whatever…. what did I do? Well, myself and a sistren went to lunch…not because it was V-Day…but because we do lunch once, sometimes twice per week. And, she reminded me that it was her turn to purchase. We had take out from Jade Garden in Sovereign. Both of us decided on chicken in black bean sauce…not bad for Ja $200.

In the afternoon, had clinic as usual. Man, I had to compliment mi boss. Woman was a look fiiine! (If it wasn’t for the fact that I know her hubby well, I woulda throw argument!)

On the weekend I got caught up in a discussion with a few other peeps about the number of misguided youths we have in society today…particularly many of the males. We were speaking of the mode of dress….the so called ‘pink out’ business, the shaved eyebrows, the bleaching, the wearing of tight jeans….apparently, many of them are now finding men’s jeans too big. I have been reliably informed that some of these youngsters are buying WOMEN’S jeans as they fit a lot more tightly. My question….how does the average male organ fit into the crotch of a woman’s tight jeans? Dat mussi some serious squeeze up bizniz! Aaah bwoy…..

The discussion then went on to what the possible reasons for this change could be. I feel the dance hall has plenty to with it. That plus lack of parents and parental guidance…particularly Fathers. I could be wrong…but perhaps you can add your views.

Finally, I see where the body of the yute who drowned in the Hermitage Dam over the weekend, was found. I doh get the impression by the tone of the article that much in terms of an investigation going tek place…..

Anyhow, you may notice that I not so regular with posts in these parts recently……is true…somehow my impetus for this bizniz is waning. Wah fe do? That is it for now. ‘Till next time…..whenever that may be.

Well, yet another weekend has come and gone. this one without a lot of fanfare. Friday night wasn’t bad, but the rest of the weekend was relatively quiet….so it go sometimes.

I scanned throught the Gleaner this morning and note that some yute may have drowned in the Hermiatge Dam over the weekend. My first reaction to the article was, wtf him a do a swim inna de dam? I would have thought that swimming in the dam is off limits…people (like myself) get water from that source. Then subsequently I noted in the article that he was due to appear in court shortly to answer charges of illegal posession of a firearm. I wonder if his ’swimming’ in the dam was not a method to try to attempt suicide!? I could be wrong…but it is just a thought.

Yesterday’s Gleaner again showcased more of the political hype surrounding the change in the leadership of the PNP. I naw link it. Personally, I am sick of hearing about it. Dem bahaving as if some new kids on the block with new ideas a rope ‘een….. Is the same ‘ole fart dem……so what is all the friggin hype about? Cho!

Well, in case you haven’t realized, it is Monday morning and there is work to be done ……(at least for some of us)…… Peeps tend not to hug up Mondays much. For me, once I get out there, it alright. Right now, it is very cool here as we got some rain last night. And, as it is cool and man still inna him boxers, man doh too feel the work vibe right now. But, I am going. So perhaps what I will do is end this next to nutten post (I really have nada mucho to share) with a little joke. Here goes……

A little guy is sitting at the bar just staring at his drink for half an
hour when this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him , grabs his
drink, and gulps it down in one swig.
The poor little guy starts crying.
“Come on man, I was just giving you a hard time,” says the truck driver.
“I’ll buy you another drink. I just can’t stand to see a man crying.”
“This is the worst day of my life,” says the little guy between sobs.
“I can’t do anything right … I overslept and was late to an important
meeting, so my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car was stolen and I have no insurance. I grabbed a cab home but, after the cab left, I discovered my wallet was still in the cab.
At home I found my wife in bed with the gardener.
So I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my miserable life, and then you show up and drink the damn poison.”

Moral of that one is careful who you decide to tek a drink from. Have a good week.

What up peeps? I here having lunch at home…some left over chicken soup….it taste irie. I really haven’t been blogging with mucho gusto since the start of ‘06. Lately, I finding ‘free’ time to be scarce, and I spending less of that free time at home. A sort of work hard, play hard ting. Anyway, while driving a short while ago, I was listening to the news on the radio…as I scarcely watch TV, so am sometimes oblivious as to what a gwaan outside my circles…that can be a bad thing still. So it go.

I heard mention of there being ‘unrest’ in Spanish Town…..again! Apparently due to the killing of the ‘Don’ of the One Order Gang yesterday. Of course, my initial response is, ‘Anodda one less to rass!’ Tiyad o hear about dem an dem uprising whenever this happens. Evidently, there are rules and laws by which some of the people who live in this country live…the rest apparently make their own. I’m really sorry for the lawabiding citizens of Spanish Town who perhaps because of their circumstances have to endure the mayhem and live there, rather than try to move to an area that is less ‘inflammatory’ for want of a better word. In addition, this sort of ‘ruption only tarnishes further the present lack lustre image of Jamaica that exists in the foreign media. (Depsite that image, look at the amount of folks who made the trek here for Jazz Festival. Almost a paradox eeh?)

Moving along to other unlrelated stuff of a more personal nature. I man was in smiles on Monday morning. I was handed a letter by our Ward Secretary that was addressed to me…from the hospital administration…as I reached to work. (Course, me wondering if is de letter stating that mi employment has been terminated with immediate effect! Not that I feel they would have any reason to do so….but one never knows…..) So, before I started my usual duties, I man buss de envelope…..well the news was decent…I man been promoted……to a more senior position…retroactive to January 1, ‘06! Of course, me scroll down….to prips the new salary and increased rates for taking call. Not three bad I guess. Course it means more effin Income Tax as well! Anyhow, I give thanks for the appointment. In actual fact, it is a capacity in which I have been working for the last three years or so, but just haven’t been officially appointed sake of the ‘blockers’ that exist(ed). It took retirement of one or two individuals for me to get the green light. And BTW, my immediate boss and the Head of our Department are by no means the fossils that I’m referring to here. I’m sure y’all know the type of Tyrannosauraus Rex to which I refer…every organization has them…..

Anyway, as they say, good things come to those who wait…that is of course, if you don’t die while waiting.

What else a gwaan? Well, apparently it is Black History month. I got a call from the Presidente of our local skin association on Monday, requesting my help with a talk. Immediately..me deh pon mi guard. What topic, and when is this talk for? ‘The talk is for Friday’…..my reply, ‘Of this week!?’ ‘No way, notice much too short!’ She then goes on and tells me to slow down. She knows I have the talk already. It is on the side effects of skin bleaching….it is a talk to highlight these effects to high school teens. Ok, I did slow down as I did the same talk last year about August. Have the CD filed. So, I consented. So, tomorrow afternoon I am going to do the talk and try to get the message of not to bleach across to these teens. Wonder if I won’t be chatting to deaf ears though? This means, no clinic in the afternoon for me tomorrow. SO….I should be able to get off to a slightly earlier than usual TGIF! Hope you will all be able to say the same. And, if not, start your TGIF tomorrow whenever you can. Peace.

OK…random bloggage it is. Basically, I am here chatting to myself. Reason being I man have a few unrelated thongs things (I wonder is wah me a think ’bout?) that I wouldn’t mind posting. But I was trying to think up a title that would encompass all the ideas….but hear wah? It get weh de duck get! So, like I said at the beginning…random bloggage…..and fark you too if you nuh like it! Is joke me mekking…I naw dish out nuh hattitude, jus a mek some joke.

So, the first thing that I going mention is the absence for about 5+ weeks now of one of our crew. I mean the rude yute Shotta M. Bredrin has written nutten since we had the blogger lime in December last year. Yute, if you read this, we know that periods occur when you aren’t able to post, but let off a likkle suppem nuh…even a three sentence paragraph to mek us know seh you copasetic…. Yow, see how you all a mek big man beg to rahtid. Anodda one who start get well infrequent and scarce if the friendly neighbourhood mongrel…..yes, de one name Angry Dog. Been a while since the mangey mutt bark…..I wonder if he has been captured and is now a resident of the dog pound!? Anyway, fun and joke aside. We in blogland tend to get bummy when we don’t hear from our crew members for extended periods…so lets hear some noise….OK. We really just want to know what a gwaan…kewl?

I haven’t seen any report from Mr. Ri of Revolution Island about the hyped up Superbowl, which was played last night. Personally, I actually passed through three different locations with a bredrin….despite my lack of interest inna dat rass game called American Football.

First my yute wanted to gimme a intro to a Doc. bredrin of his. We had a one drink there, then moved on to stop number two. This was at the yard of a mutual bredrin, who lives in one of them ‘gated communities’…..yes, him naw suffah inna de dinero department….. When we were allowed to enter the complex by the security, we were greeted by our bredrin’s wife. She is ushering us into the basement of the neighbour’s home. Apparently, that is where our yute is watching the game. A bar is set up at the door. However, me and mi bredrin both look at each other as neither of us likes our bredrin’s neighbour. Plainly put, he is a friggin asshole…pardon the language ladies who may be reading. You may know the type of individual that I am referring to. LOUD…always speaking at the top of his voice. Claims to be an authority on everything. (In actual fact, he is by no means a very bright individual!) Feels that because him have dollaz, that Tastee going buy him shyte and use if fe mek patty! OK, perhaps you get the idea. I am one who tries my best not to keep company with these types…..they are abominations to the spirit and the soul. There is enough stress that we all have to endure in life on a daily basis….so…away with these types. Anyhow, I sorta straying.

My bredrin and I fix ourselves some VX by the door, and we decide that we will just pay our respects and have a one drink before moving on to our final destination…which is where we will spend most of the night anyhow. We go down into the basement and there are about five people watching the game including the yute who live a de yard. We hail all and chat with our bredrin for a while. We did not even take a seat…drank while standing making it clear we are really jus passin chru. Leave there and head to Jamdown Canadian’s yard which is round the corner. He cooked up a nice jerk pork which went down well with a few more VXs. I think Jamdown Canadian also won some money from a bet he made on the results of the game. Him done know seh we inna de crew going tax him fe let off some! Overall, not a bad night for someone like myself who really isn’t into the game. I guess a lime is a lime.

The last of my random thoughts here. I read the Small Island Girl not long ago. In her post she mentions how tired she was that she went to class wearing two different shoes. It reminded me of an embarrassing moment I had a few years back. Now, let me tell you, I definitely cannot sleep with the sound of mosquitoes flying around me. So, I must have my electric mosquito repellant plugged in as the last thing I do before turning in. Well, one night in particular I discovered at about 10:30, shortly before I was to turn in, that I was out of Vape Mats! No, dis cyaan work. Now, the pharmacy down the road closes at 11. So, all is well. I must flash down to get me a pack or is bare worries and sleepless night I going hold. Might I add that I am a man that dresses pretty minimally when me at de yard….boxer shorts only is my usual at home garb.

I quickly pushed my feet into my rubber Nike slippers, donned a T-shirt, picked up my wallet and car keys and flashed down the road in time to catch the pharmacy. I go inside and pick up the Vape Mats and head to the cashier….who I notice is looking at me oddly. I then ask her why she is looking at me like that…..(she’s staring at my crotch)……her reply “Are you sure you wanted to come out dressed like that!?” I look down……rass…me inna mi boxers….forgot to draw on a shorts! Well, too late now…mek me pay fe de suppem quick and get mi backside into mi cyar and back home.

That’s about it. If you have had an embarrassing moment that you don’t mind sharing….release, let off, share…..

‘Till next time.

Hail up. Yes, is Sunday morning and it has been a while since I posted on weekends….jus have nuff a gwaan to keep me busy. Anyway, I decided to check een here while having some cook up seasoned saltfish for breakfast. Not having anything to post myself, I checked the Gleaner. Nada interesante, the usual crap. Hopped over to DJ’s site and lo and behold….the rude yute a gwaan wid tings. I know for sure that Mad Bull will ‘preciate the link. And Ri, how about this as a part of the halftime show for Superbowl? Enjoy the dawta!