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Infiltration — Not the Spy Kind
Our dialysis story — chapter 35
On Monday, one week before Christmas, I dropped Ben off at dialysis as usual. On my way home, I stopped at the grocery. Thirty minutes later, I was walking Syau when my phone rang. It was a local call but not a number I recognized. I answered, and a voice with a strong Spanish accent started speaking rapidly. I couldn’t follow what the woman was saying.
I’m very experienced at listening to and understanding accents from many Spanish-speaking countries, but I couldn’t make sense of what the woman was saying.
Did she say “infilration”? As in, the spy infiltrated the enemy’s army? Huh?
I asked the caller to speak slower. She took a breath and spoke a little slower. Finally, I realized she was one of the nurses at the dialysis center. Something went wrong with Ben’s dialysis. Again, that word infiltration.
I’m sorry. I don’t understand what happened. What do you mean by infiltration?
She said something about the needle going into his arm, but I still didn’t comprehend the problem. I did get that I needed to return to the center to pick him up.
I was scheduled to work for a client — in 20 minutes. I was also walking our dog.
