A Winter, er Spring Wonderland |
In
other news,
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I
have water. YES!! I would like to
tell you that I personally bested the water authority, but it turns out the
whole thing was caused by my upstairs neighbor who had a “pipe problem”. Anyway, the Pipe problem was dealt with
yesterday afternoon in time to give me water for a hot shower (hallelujah!)
before bedtime.
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I’m
still sick. Everyone Kazakh who talks to me tells me I need to go to the
pharmacy and get some medicine. I’m
starting to get the feeling it is not acceptable to walk about sounding
stuffy. When I tell them I have
medicine but I take it at night only, because it makes me sleepy, they shake
their heads in wonder (or maybe disgust).
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Allison
and Andy Brookes arrived yesterday and today we shared a trip to the
hospital. Afterwards, we went out
for the world’s longest lunch, I think perhaps setting a new world
record. Except for
And
now to the main event: the visit today can be summed up by Annabelle’s
very clear message “Ye gods, what does it take to get through to you.”
When
I walked in Annabelle was already pretty fussy. A caregiver walked in right after me and
made motions that she thought it was time for a diaper change. Okay, I’m down with that. But as I
was setting my bag down the caregiver open up Annabelle’s sleeper, took a
look at the diaper and said “it’s okay, she’s dry”
(with hand gestures of course) and buttoned her back up.
for
the first hour we went through the usual drills, but Annabelle was unhappy and
crying the whole time. I’d
get her to smile for a millisecond and then her little Margaret eyes would well
up again. Well, I couldn’t figure it out. I kept checking her diaper and
it felt dry. Then her bottle came
and she was almost too unhappy to even take the bottle. I was sure that I had gotten her sick
from yesterday. After her bottle, I went to change her outfit and decided that
I would change her diaper anyway, even though it was dry. Well, guess what
people, it was not dry. Poor little
Annabelle had had a very wet bottom for quite some time. It’s just that my basic physics had
failed me. For I had been checking the front of her diaper. But when a baby is lying on her back,
well, the pee goes backwards. Basic
rule of gravity. Oh, poor little girl.
And she had terrible diaper rash too, making me wonder how long she had
been lying in that diaper.
Since
the caregiver had made the same mistake, I realized that Saturdays at the
hospital, it’s definitely the B team on duty. And combine a B Team staff with the C
Team mother and the poor girl was destined for a miserable day.
Anyway,
the very minute I wiped her behind dry and changed her diaper she became the
same sunny, happy Annabelle I’m used to. Except for what I think was a brief
withering glance in my direction that so clearly said “Can I pick
somebody else for my mother?”
She
got hiccups after her bottle. You can see on the movie: Day 11_files\Hiccups Video.MOV
Well,
back to the couch and my Nyquil.
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