Karen Sota: Sima, can you stop swimming
for a few minutes
so we can talk?
Sima: I can talk and swim at the same
time. And I just
know that if I stop swimming you’re going to grab me and take me to the
exam
table.
KS: We’re done with that for today, and
you get a massage
during your medical treatment so stop whining. I only want to talk to
you -
promise.
S: (Sigh.) I have a bad feeling about
this, but all right
KS: You were in pretty sad shape when you
came in a few
months ago. What happened?
S: Beats me. One minute I’m minding my own
business,
poking around for food, and the next thing I know I’m seeing stars. Got
conked
on the head by something. Never did figure out what it was.
KS: You got whacked pretty good, all
right. You came in
with a big piece of your skull missing.
S: And I had a whale of a
headache! Get it? Whale
of a headache.
KS: Yeah, I get it. Well your injury was
so large we could
practically look into your brain and read your thoughts. And those
muscles in
your head that control your jaw movement were really inflamed. We knew
you had
to be in a lot of pain.
S: It hurt so much I couldn’t eat and that
was really
depressing. I LOVE food.
KS: It’s obvious you’re a turtle gourmand.
You’re nice and
fat and…
S: Hey - I’m not fat! I’m a fighting
weight Kemp’s Ridley,
unlike that little football-shaped Nubbin in the next tank. By the way,
where
did Nubbin learn Spanish? I don’t meet too many loggerheads that can
speak my
language.
KS: From a couple of wild and crazy Kemp’s
who were our
patients last year. It was their idea to teach our patients a
second
language. Seemed harmless at the time but now we have to serve squid
enchiladas
at least once a month.
S: I don’t remember getting any…
KS: That’s because you didn’t want
food until that
pain medication Dr. Harms put you on kicked in. But once you started
eating we
couldn’t shovel it in fast enough. We’ve found that our patients who
eat the
best heal the fastest. You ate – you healed.
S: I’m really happy that scar tissue has
covered up the
hole and I don’t have to be so worried about bumping my brain on my
overflow
pipe. Having water sloshing around inside my head was getting pretty
annoying,
too. Can I ask a question?
KS: Sure.
S: Why can’t I cry? Even when I’m sad.
KS: Because the salt gland where your
tears come from was
damaged in your accident. But that won’t stop you from going home once
you’re
better.
S: I’m going home! When?
KS: You still have some healing to do, but
it looks like
you’re on track with most of your friends here for a June release. Maybe your namesake, Sima Birach, the nice
man who sent the plane to pick up Bay will be on hand to see you off.
S: Do you think he would take me up for a
little spin in
his plane so I could check out the ocean and plot my course before I
head out?
KS: Uh…
S: Never mind.

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