Friday, January 30, 2015
Bon Voyage to my Little Angel/Devil
Today my 4 year daughter will be leaving from Shanghai to Anhui Province for 40 days. Although me and the wife will be having some quality time together; I cannot help but miss the little Devil. It is nearing Chinese New Year; so many families head back to their hometowns. My wife's hometown is a small city called Anqing; within Anhui Province. Xena always has fun there with her Grandpa. Me and the wife will be going on our own adventure....To Hawaii...so that ought to be fun....But I will still be thinking of the little devil while having fun.
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15 Songhong Road
Song I’m
listening to while writing this:
Survival of the Fittest
MobbDeep- The Infamous (1995)
Today I had
to get a medical checkup. I’m sure most of you know the place. 15 SongHong Lu; where you have to trek all the
way across town and pay 640 Yuan($108) to be prodded and felt up at the
official Westerner zoo.
I’m usually
desensitized to the rudeness of Shanghai. I’m usually immune to the pointing,
staring, laughing, and discrimination I receive on a daily basis. I’m also used
to rudeness in general. I’m from the Bronx New York City. I was raised on West 183rd Street
next to the 4 line (look it up); a place where your life was on the line every
day.
I was a corner boy; the kind of kid smoking
blunts with an Old English 800 Malt Liquor 40 ounce in my hand, having a cypher,
and doing my thing; waiting around for drama to happen. I once got robbed for my gold chain at gun
point. The retaliation was ill. But even a corner boy will let the elderly go first
or give up his seat for a pregnant woman on the bus.
Through the
years I got my act together. Eventually you have to grow up. Enter Shanghai. I
dare not even try to compare the culture. I have been here for years and try to make it
work. These days I’m a shill at a multinational company.
Let’s back
to 15 SongHong Lu. If you are on the verge of some kind of cultural shock
mental breakdown, having a bad day or a dude with a hot temper I suggest you go
to another city to get your medical checkup.
A few
months ago, a fellow blogger Deqing Devil wrote about a terminal patient who
got misdiagnosed by a greedy doctor in My
First Visit to a Chinese Hospital. The patient ended up returning and
stabbing the doctor to death.
By the
behavior of some of the medical professionals in Shanghai one can understand
why a patient would get angry enough to do this. From my experience there is
absolutely no bedside manner in the medical industry, at least in Shanghai.
I was
instructed at 8 am to go to building #1. I arrived early to find no personnel
there. No notice to tell you where and what to do. A bunch of foreigners and
overseas Chinese waited 30 minutes guessing where to stand or sit.
When the
receptionist area finally opened up the people that worked there were extremely
rude. Didn’t bother to look at your face and didn’t bother to smile. All they
did was bark orders in an arrogant tone. This is endemic of typical behavior of
civil service workers when they are aware that they have an ounce of authority,
especially the women.
When I went
in to take my blood pressure this man put some kind of machine on my arm. I was
uncomfortable with it because it was unusually tight, to the point where it was
capable of breaking my arm; but he kept barking orders to relax. It went like
this with almost all the examination rooms, with grim faces and bad attitudes.
It was especially rough when I went to draw blood. The lady kept barking at me
with this grim expression to extend my arm, even though it was apparent that I
hate needles.
Then when putting my
address on an envelope incorrectly one lady spoke to me in way as if I was
mentally handicapped. I honestly wanted to take a television that was still
plugged in and smash her over the head with it (welcome to prime time bitch!(an
ode to Freddy Kruger)). I left 800($130) Yuan lighter with a bad impression on
my mind. I left with a feeling that I had just been duped.
I mean if
you hate dealing with people so much why did you choose to be a doctor? (well I
know you can’t really choose what you want to be in China). In better words,
why did you choose a type of job where you have to deal with people all
day? Go to 1500 Mingsheng Lu and run
into the same thing; people with too much authority and responsibility that are
not trained in soft skills.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
The Father Lion
It irks me
when people try and force their beliefs on others. For example; you have those
who spank their children and those who don’t. Those who don’t spank their
children call the people who do spank their children bad parents, or what I
read more recently, cowards. Today I had
to spank my 3 year old daughter because my wife chose to go out and get a
massage instead of confronting the situation. Before you say 3 years old is too
young let me tell you.
My daughter
started talking at 6 months. She knew almost every common animal’s name in
Chinese and English, her ABC’s and how to count to 10 by 18 months. On top of
that it seems that she might be left handed. Currently she can understand about
90% of a Dora cartoon.
In my mind
my daughter is incredibly clever and incredibly spoiled. My wife, ayi and
mother-in-law constantly hover and rotate around her as if she is a red giant.
If my daughter is denied something she will quickly turn into the Tasmanian
Devil. Talking her down is useless. You cannot put her in time out. She will
scream and shout and writhe till finally one of the three will agree to her
demands. None of them believe in spanking but all of them got spanked as
children. My wife was physically abused by her father and feels like I am
continuing the cycle of abuse. I was physically abused as a child also.
But there
is a difference between abusing a child and spanking a child. I regulate my
spankings to the bottom, and only once a week if it even permits. I was
physically abused as a child to the point where the adopted parent took a
cleaver knife off the rack, and had every intention of hacking of limbs. I
promised never to lay hands on my children. But it’s different when you are
actually in the situation, and become a parent. Am I afraid I will go overboard
when I transform into father lion? Of course, and it is that fear that keeps me
in the right perspective.
When her
tantrums get out of hand I take her with me into a room lock the door, and have
a little daddy and daughter time. I call this the detox discipline. I have to
do this because if I don’t I will have the three trying to barge in and give my
daughter what she demanded. When my daughter sees this she is smart enough to
raise the bar.
There are
just some children in the world that you don’t need to spank. But depending on
many factors there are just some children where you have to use a bit of
physical discipline.
I love my
daughter with all of my heart, and am quite overprotective of her. Shanghai is
not the safest place for raising children.
I just don’t want to see my daughter growing up like the spoilt brats of
today that are running China into the ground.
Just
because I spank my daughter doesn’t make me a bad father or a coward. I’m the
father lion and I want what’s best for my cub.
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