Lazy Letter: Hospital Again
I went to the hospital this afternoon. I had a hard time getting up. I actually woke up really early. Around seven or eight. We hung out in a friend’s apartment the night before. I remember at some point we started shooting tequila. It was only the morning light that reminded how far we’ve got, and what the hangover would be all about. The party ended around four in the morning. I’d promised myself to walk back home no matter how late, but in the end, I was so trashed that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My legs were hurting, my bones were in pain. I was already so tired from the night before. I had traveled, and my bag was heavy. Crashing on the couch seemed to be the best idea.
I opened my eyes and it was morning already. Cloudy and super humid, the sun could cook human flesh. I woke up to the view of the misty sea and ferries. The shot glasses were sitting still on the small table on the balcony, and the ashtray was loaded. Took me about fifteen minutes to wake up and another five to leave the couch. I said goodbye to my half-awake friends, made sure we’d meet up again soon; last night was fun, just as always.
I walked to Omer’s apartment. It’s only fifteen minutes away, and I wasn’t really walking fast. I couldn’t! I stopped by at the supermarket to buy milk. I drank up a big glass of water as I arrived home, and slept for another two hours. Sleeping seemed to be the only cure for a hangover like this.
Anyway, I met with my doctor. He applied the numbing cream and I had to wait for an hour. That very hot morning had now turned into a cloudy and windy day, sprinkling in between. I had missed this weather, and it was showing off at its best. I thought I’d better check with my wallet to know my limits before I wander aimlessly in the neighborhood. I sat on the couches in the corner of the entrance hall. I couldn’t help but notice the big black umbrellas through the windows. There seemed to be a cafeteria on the other side of the hall. So I started to walk and turned left with the aisle. There was a small buffet in the corner, and it seemed to be a part of a bigger restaurant not so far away. I’d never seen it before. Two years of constant visits to the hospital, and I was seeing it all for the first time. Elevators, open buffet, fancy chairs and tables, waiters, chefs and people casually sipping coffee. I walked inside the restaurant, there was even a bigger terrace on the other end.
14.Jul.17 – Istanbul, Turkey