It’s [sunrise through mist] and I’m sitting with [old woman] in the [kitchen]. My [laptop] is open on the [table] in front of me. [Old woman] is scratching the yellowing [nail] of her left big [finger].

      The continue from there. It’s pretty thorough. Then the [circle] again. Then the [pictorials] for [drop of blood] [test tube]. We used to go to a [hospital] for this. But now we just print the [syringe] on a 3D [printer] and do it ourselves. Much more efficient. The [circle] whirls. The [printer] prints. The [spanner] [page] tells me to—

      1. press the [needle] into [old woman]’s [arm] [meat]

      2. attach the [test tube]

      3. pull back

      When I have the [drop of blood] [haircut], I have to insert the medical [chopstick] also provided by the 3D [printer] then scan the [zebra] [rectangle] to upload the [bar chart] [bullseye] onto my [laptop]. The [circle] whirls. The [robot] [doctor] churns out bad [exclamation marks]. In the [dinosaur] [hourglass], this would have meant a long [yawning face] [stopwatch] before another [bus] to the [hospital]. Now it’s a [luggage] of do it ourselves. Much more efficient. The 3D [printer]. A [syringe]. A small [clamp]. A [knife]. A [test tube]. A [needle]. The [spanner] [page] tells me to—

      1. get [old woman] lying down

      2. clean the [skin] around her [stomach] [bubble] with antibacterial [soap]

      3. press the [needle] into her [stomach] [meat]

      4. wait one [clock] [cyclone]

      5. make a [knife] [line] across the [stomach] [bubble]

      6. use a [cloud] [sponge] to mop up [drop of blood]

      7. fix the [knife] [line] with the [clamp]

      I start to feel [woozy face].

      What’s wrong? she asks.

      I say, nothing. But I think how [old woman] always says [pictorials] hurt her [brain] and in this [clock] [pin] I can understand that.

      Am I going to die? she asks.

      This is a [grinning squinting face] and I do my best to reply with a [grinning squinting face] of my own—we all die sooner or later.

      She rolls her [eyes].

      I look back at the [spanner] [page]—

      8. use the [knife] to cut a [peanut] from the [stomach] [bubble]

      9. transfer the [peanut] into the [test tube]

      10. repeat [pizza segments] 8 and 9

      By the time I’m finished, I feel [face with spiral eyes].

      Am I going to die? [old woman] asks again.

      I say, we won’t know anything until I scan the [zebra] [rectangle].

      The [circle] whirls.

      The [robot] [doctor] churns out bad [exclamation marks]. It’s the same as last time. The [alien] [broccoli] has returned. We always knew this could happen. Still, I feel [nauseated face]. [Old woman] is looking at me with [face holding back tears].

      Before, [old man] wasn’t yet a [skull] and I remember how he bought new [chairs] and [tables] so everything would be sterile. Then he tried to assemble them and got [angry face] with the [spanner] [pages].

      The [earth globe] has gone to [devil] [place] in a [hand] [basket]—that’s what [old man] would be saying in this [clock] [pin].

      [Old woman] says the [spanner] [pages] for her [medical symbol] [screwdriver] look unfathomably [tornado].

      I say we’ll work them out, but I feel [face vomiting] and [face without mouth].

      [Old woman] sees this. She’s like [old man]. She sees things before we see them ourselves. So, when she says there’s too much [face without mouth] these [calendar] [cyclones], I nod my [head]. It was much better, she says, in the [calendar] [cyclones] when the [human] [doctor] took you gently by the [hand] and spoke to you with [speaking head] [words] in comforting [musical notes].