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a non-fictional prose<br />
Lost in TRANSLATION<br />
Mariah Shaw<br />
The antibiotic cocktail rushes into my<br />
vein. Six machines in the room beep like<br />
metronomes, all setting different beats.<br />
I look into the hall and see the doctor<br />
frantically searching words on Google.<br />
That is when I know I am going to die.<br />
The nausea medication makes me sleepy.<br />
I accept my fate and doze off.<br />
I awake to twenty fidgety students<br />
in white coats waiting to look up my<br />
hospital gown. I wish I could say that<br />
this was a dream or an episode of Grey’s<br />
Anatomy. It is not. An older woman with<br />
silver hair enters the room, acknowledges<br />
me in my pathetic pant-less state, and<br />
then begins to address the room. The<br />
nervous white coats answer excitedly.<br />
My mom, also a physician, chimes in<br />
and pretty soon the whole room is<br />
talking about me in words I cannot even<br />
spell, much less understand. I am not<br />
well versed in medical terminology and<br />
anxiety sets in as I attempt to decipher<br />
their dialogue. Just about the only term<br />
I do catch repeatedly is “Toxic Shock<br />
Syndrome”, which I vaguely remember<br />
reading about on the side of a tampon<br />
box in seventh grade.<br />
They exit just as quickly as they entered.<br />
At this point, I know I am going to die<br />
of embarrassment if not of something<br />
worse. The only reason my body hangs<br />
onto life is because my mind will not<br />
be quiet. I am curious and have so<br />
many questions. I spend the rest of<br />
my recovery pestering people and<br />
researching WebMD for answers. Not<br />
only do I want to learn the white coat<br />
language, but also to translate it back into<br />
English for the next confused, sick, halfnaked<br />
patient in the hospital bed.<br />
The staff at the hospital saved my life,<br />
and to those doctors and nurses that took<br />
the time to slow down to explain things<br />
to me, I am grateful. This experience<br />
as a patient has greatly influenced my<br />
decision to become a doctor, because I<br />
believe in the difference that a medical<br />
team with good bedside manner and<br />
expertise can make, and I am genuinely<br />
fascinated by how they brought me back<br />
from the edge of imminent death. Or so I<br />
thought.<br />
BY| CHRISTIAN AGUILAR-CASTELLANOS<br />
If we are both noble gases,<br />
how are we supposed to interact?<br />
What could one or the other hope to add?<br />
How could we share electrons and bond?<br />
Neither covalently by our similarities,<br />
nor Ionically by our charge differences.<br />
Inert, happy as they are, with no empty shells to fill,<br />
no electrons to donate, covet, spill.<br />
May either great pressure or temperature upon<br />
the heat of the dipole moment bring us closer at least.<br />
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