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May 19, 2011
Chinese Word of the
May 19, 2011 Site Reorganization Progress
My new friend and computer genius Fan Bing, known by his English name of Xdash, has found a way to integrate comments with my posts on this site. I was hoping to have a rollout of this new system with this post, but Fanbing is a perfectionist and wants to set up the formatting. We'll have a rollout of this with the next post, and maybe I'll actually get started on organizing my archives to make things easier to find.
Another Mnemonic for a Chinese Character
These things take time to invent, but I'm finding them worth while. Here's my mnemonic for 婴 (yīng = baby, infant). It's two shells 贝(bči = shell and two of them make bči bči which sounds like "baby") over 女 (nǚ = woman) wearing a bra made of shells.
Too Much Information?
I read once that many people would
rather die than be embarrassed. It occurred to me that many people do die rather than
be embarrassed. They have a problem with a part of their anatomy
that they prefer to ignore. They put off investigating, or seeing
a doctor. And when they finally see a doctor, they are told that,
although colon cancer is one of the most curable forms of cancer, this
is true only if it's caught early. "If you had come to us when you
first noticed the problem, there would be some hope. But not now.
Go home and put your affairs in order. Say goodbye to your family
and loved ones. You are going to die." Not words I ever want
going to investigate the niche market for Panda's services as a
translator specializing in medical tourists.
Last Friday I went in to the
Number One People's Hospital in Wuxi for a colonoscopy. Once
again, my wonderful friend Panda, only a month away from graduating as a
nurse, took care of all the arrangements. There was only a two
week wait for an appointment. The test required a fast (No food at
all. Just water. Though the hospital had said I could have a
boiled egg if I wanted.) from noon on Wednesday until after the
procedure on Friday afternoon. It also involved drinking a purgative at
six o'clock on Friday morning, and then teaching my eight o'clock class
with the pressing threat of a very embarrassing accident. Then,
after about four hours of waiting in the hospital, there was the
Aside: I learned that intestines have nerves for stretch but not from cutting from my father. He told a story about a prairie farmer, delirious with influenza during the great pandemic of 1918, who disemboweled himself and fed pieces of his intestines to his dogs while his terrified family watched in horror. Father also told me about assisting in operations in the Santo Thomas prison camp hospital during the war. He found the fact that we have no nerves to detect cutting in our intestines quite fascinating.
The doctor and nurse were
wonderful. I had to tell myself that seeing a rectum is not a
novel event for them. Panda held my hand and pressed on my abdomen
when the pain was bad. And then there was the fascination of
seeing my insides on television.
All in all, the hospital staff were wonderful. I was treated very
well, and I'm grateful.
Here's the new bullwhip with the belly complete and the handle platted, with my old whip, the one I'm attempting to duplicate, for comparison. I've got the handle just a bit thicker than the old whip, and I'm not sure I'm happy about that. But aside from that it's looking good.
As you can see, the new whip is coming along.
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