My husband and I went out on a trip to the west
in exhibition relations. I fell asleep at the hotel. My friend and her husband whom
a physician called me into the pub and told me, "You look too bad. When
you go back to New York, you'll have a comprehensive checkup.” "I've been having
a bad night sleep for a few days and I have not had a break. I'll be fine if I
sleep well." "Listen to my husband. Do not make big illness.” The
couple scared me with a joint venture without even saying, ‘going in, rest.’
If it is such a big illness, can he give me a
medical examination? I was tired of traveling and he made me sit down and forced to offer me drink. It is
pain that I cannot get up and stay and drink alcohol! Yes, even if I fall down
and die, I'll fall in front of the doctor.
My friend called me in middle of postponing my
day, worrying about whether I should go to see the doctor when I returned to
New York. “Did you see the doctor?” She advised me to see a doctor seriously
because I told her that I did not. I was examined with anxiety that I was
diagnosed with anemia as a result, and received iron. But I did not believe in
the diagnosis of anemia.
After reading my article in the newspaper, my
lawyer’s friend said a word. "Why did you have to mention someone’s real
name on your article in newspaper? Don’t you know that you can be sued if you
write someone’s real name?” Living in the United States, the heaven of litigation,
my eyes turns suddenly white by the sound of whoever tells the story of a
lawsuit. I fell suffocated as if I am
swallowing a heavy wasabi and my head is
sinking into the deep sea.
I feel that somewhere in my body I'm getting
sick, but I'm not a doctor. I am worried that someone may be preparing for a
lawsuit against me, because I am not a lawyer. These feelings may be the
inevitable potential instability of immigrants.
Rather than worrying about lawsuits, I would
say that I have lost my energy. When I was young, I met people, got advice,
looked back at the wrong things, and changed my way to the right direction, but
as I grew older, it is too hard for me to be mentally and physically able to accept
even though I know it is a sincere advice.
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