Ok, so every morning when they ask her if she has moved her bowels -- yes, a lovely conversation to be forced to witness, the answer has been no. It's now up to three days... and I have this horrible feeling I will be forced to take part in my fourth enema... one in Lennox Hill and two here with my former roommate. The first two were gagging... I mean, I can't describe it. By the time my former roommate had her second, I was able to joke with her and requested a gas mask and an oxygen tent. They opened the window in the room, and I sat there with a sheet wrapped around me shivering for about an hour. Maybe her bowels will do me a favor and move so I don't have to endure my fourth roommate enema.
In PT today, I took a walk outside with my PT woman so I could experience the walker on uneven surfaces. I also by sheer will had the entire group of five or so "residents" all bitching about the food, interacting with each other, laughing... some of their descriptions of the food really are funny. One described our semi-monthly bagel (big treat) as "chewing on a life preserver." I really felt like Jack Nicholson rousing the day room folks.
Even this old Trinidadian woman joined in and then I was asking her about Trinidad food and the most well-known is ROTI which is unleavened bread with various stuffings -- really like a burrito. Trinidad and Tobago seem much more Indian/Pakistani than the other islands. Also, that every culture has something like it: an eggroll, an empanada, a pasty, a roti, a burrito. I looked it up on the Internet and there's a bunch of Trinidadian places in Brooklyn so maybe someday I'll try one. Also this Trinidadian soda that comes in pink and in banana flavored called Ting.
|this is a chicken roti. Roti is the bread AND also the sandwich.|
|this is Ting which comes in a variety of flavors -- it's Jamaican -- this is the grapefruit flavor.|
|this is the most well-reviewed roti place, located in Brooklyn|