a haiku.

An ode to the patients of the Hangzhou Red Cross Hospital TB Unit where I spent most of my afternoon:

You pushed me, I cried.

Ever heard of privacy?

Learn to wait in line.

I refuse to accept Chi.na as a world power until I can go to the hospital without the chance of being spit on, peed on, pushed by other patients, cut in line, and without my medical records being read on the computer by all other waiting patients.

Seriously, people...get it together. Or at least stop being so proud of yourself.

Sheesh.