Saturday, May 23, 2009

My Boy, My Hero!!! pt 2

So...where was I?

Oh yes, Boo had finally gotten the door open and my two Yemeni neighbors came bustling in looking around to see where I was (and I do believe checking out the cleanliness of my house...they were sticklers for being neat). They found me lying on the floor in obvious pain and distress. My clothes were soaked...the floor was covered in vomit and I was in agony curled up in a ball.

Now, Ive never required emergency hospital treatment in the states so I cant say with authority exactly what the procedure Bahrain (or at least in my house and on the way to the hosp on that particular day) it consisted of a series of events that nearly led to my potential death.

So there I was laying on the floor...very very happy to see my "rescuers" and quite ready to be rescued...however...they had a few things they felt needed doing before they could cart me off to the hosp apparently.

Let me first say that while my understanding of Arabic is fairly decent for the most part...when it comes to Yemeni Arabic they might as well be speaking Swahili...I havent a clue...which means the lack of communication this particular day added a great deal of stress to an all ready stressful situation.

First of all, they took one look at my house clothes and decided they just wouldnt do for an emergency trip to the hosp. So much for the...get her in the car as fast as you can cause obviously she needs hosp treatment ASAP!!!...oh no...I needed a makeover first before they were satisfied to get me moving out the door.

So try and picture this comedy of errors that preceded my being saved at the proverbial last minute by, for once in my case, a flurry of attentive doctors.

First the two ladies tried wrestling me into an abaya. I was at that time wearing an abaya that was pulled over the they attempted to get my abaya on (which can be a bit of a struggle at the best of times) by fair means or foul...but Im by no means a light weight. Ive got some jiggle that needs to be dealt with and its a chore all by itself when Im completely concious and have all my abilities at my control...mix that excess poundage with legs of jelly and a half comatose mental two rather diminutive sized women ...and can imagine what sort of tragic dance ensued.

About an eon later when they finally had me all properly abayed I felt a sense of relief that cannot be measured...finally we were ready to get out the door. Yalla! Im ready...lets go.

They were not done yet. They felt I still needed a little something something before I was ready. I might add that I was still wracked with pain...still vomiting now and then...still sweating sweat the size of rain drops...and still pretty much out of they did what must have seemed like the most natural thing to do under these emergency conditions...they now attempted to put my hijab on. (I still wore one then as well...and this incident was one of the deciding factors that eventually led me to remove it...among others).

So...for any woman that has ever worn the hijab you will know that it can be a bit tricky when YOU are the one putting it on...arranging it...and maybe even pinning for someone else to put it on you (while your practically comatose I might add) Im sure is something has to be seen to be appreciated for its slapstick comedy appeal.

Now considering I was the victim to all this fashion policing....and a very sick and very pitiful one at that...I cant say for sure just how long these ladies took to get my hijab on in a satisfactory manner that was pleasing to them. (they were niqabis themselves so were quite happy to try and introduce me to the joys of not being able to see where Im going at that particular moment)...I feebly attempted to let them know that I was more than happy to forego the "modesty "of hijab...just this order to facilitate my speedy arrival at the health center....but they didnt understand...or chose not Im thinking it must have been a week at least before my hijab was in place (more or less) and we were finally headed out the door. Me sandwiched between these two women that turned out to be surprisingly strong for their size. (they had to be to get me to the wheres that gym membership form)

So fiiiiinally we were in the car of one of their slouching in the back seat vaguely aware that Boo was in there with me...wondering if I was actually going to die on this particular day considering the pain was unrelenting and growing by the minute...and that I had Lucille Ball and her sidekick in complete control of my immediate future.

I dont know how they drive in Yemen...but from my experience having my very own Yemeni driver that day I would hazard a guess and say they drive extremely sloooooowly. No need to worry I didnt observe certain safety precautions...I might die from whatever alien was currently trying to vacate my chest...but I would not die from my failure to wear my seatbelt...small blessings and all that.

Hindsight tells me I started feeling the first stirrings of pain around 9:30 am...about 45 minutes had passed before I attempted to call husband...when we arrived at the health center it was nearly noon as I heard the adhan playing and the health center is only 5 minutes from my took those ladies approximately an hour...maybe a little dress me "appropriately" before deciding I was good to go.

So...we arrived at the health center. Yay!! You would think that was a good thing for someone like know...seriously sick and all.

Think again.

*to be continued


mostlypurple said...

...needed a "makeover"--LOL! I too find it mind-boggling how *extreme* modesty takes precedence over violent illness in some people's minds. Why wouldnt they just throw a sheet over ya? much quicker, still gets the job done. My mental task for the evening: trying get the image of someone wearing a niqab with uncontrolled projectile vomiting out of my head!

janice said...

Oh no, we have to wait again!

"*extreme* modesty takes precedence over violent illness", or burning to death in a fire as was the case of those poor school girls in KSA a while back.

Chiara said...

Makeovers are usually reserved for elective admissions. Emergencies are a "scoop and run" ie take them as you find them and get them to hospital all sirens blaring--or in your case abayaless, hijabless, niqabless, and with a basin for flying vomit. :)

So you are making us wait. . . . .
Were the Doctors' so slow . . . .
LOL :)

coolred38 said...

Mostlypurple...I havent a clue why they didnt just do that...if I had been a little more capable that day I would have insisted.

Janice...I know right! When I tell people about that incident...they are like...oh thats just Yemenis...they are extreme. No, uhuh...not just Yemenis.

Chiara...sorry for making you wait...the absence of an ac in my house makes all activities labor I have to keep stopping to wipe the sweat from the

Jennifer Kabir, "The Creative Muslimah" said...

Unbelievable. You could have died while those women were fussing over your appearnance. I do know what you mean about events and moments that had your rethinking hijab. I had several of those myself and eventually said enough...something is wrong with this picture!

Chiara said...

I understand, and can empathize.

During my vast long stay in Bahrain :), I spent about 30 seconds X2 without a/c--deplaning and replaning. I remember very clearly the wall of dry heat (40C)in the dark of the night (22h00)on deplaning. I was making all haste--sans abaya needless to say--toward the cool (but not red) terminal. On the replaning hours later I knew to sprint from the start of the a/c-less portion!!!

Okay, empathizing over, think how cool you'll feel when we all ooh and aah over the next instalment! LOL :)