The nurse standing in front of me was Taiwanese. She spoke little English and I speak no Chinese. She looked at me and said, “Ah yumich?”. I was weak, sick, and dizzy. My confused brain couldn’t work out what she was asking. She asked again, only much louder this time. “AH YUMICH?”.
I looked blankly at Marty for help. “Your name”, he said, “she’s asking about your name”. “Are you Mich?”.
There was so much confusion regarding my name. When I was admitted my passport was taken for identification. The first hospital wrist-band I was given listed my name as “British Citizen”. Marty pointed out the mistake and a new band was made. This one listed my name as “Karen Michelle”. We didn’t try to get this corrected, after all it is part of my name.
By the time I was moved from the E.R. ward to the treatment ward my name had mutated again. This time to “Karen Mich”.