Getting Into the Swing...Installment 2
So after two cups of coffee, some raisins and peanuts, and a pizza, I still had nothing to show for my effort in the way of a sample for the diagnostic laboratory at the hospital. They, however, had the results of the blood work for me yesterday afternoon: unfortunately there was no doctor available to interpret them, and, since my other sample was not ¨produced¨ for analysis, the staff suggested I return a second day.
I passed a quiet night back at the Rainforest office. Actually, with two guard dogs barking at every imagined sound, the office telephone ringing unpredictably and the night watchman watching not the perimeter of the property but some stupid soap opera on TV, I wished I had rememered to bring my earplugs.
The Kitten at the Office
Feeling constipational anduninspired the next morning after a breakfast of eggs, bread and papaya juice, I picked up my novel feeling as if a second day would pass without something to satisfy the hospital laboratory. Nary a nudge was detected by lunchtime as a busload of tourists and guides from upriver passed through the office on their way to the airport, including an American woman with whom I had shared complaints of illness with through the thin, reed wall separating our quarters at TRC. Christine remarked that I looked much better, as in fact I did. Maybe the trip downriver would turn out to have been unnecessary.
Before I would head into town for the afternoon (phone call to Mom, email, web log, camera stuff, hospital lab?), the cool shower beckoned. You know what they say...when you least expect it... Fortunately I had brought with me not only my soap and shampoo, but my entire toiletry kit containing the little clear plastic specimen bottle thoughtfully pressed into my palm by the laboratory technician at the hospital. I would not show up empty handed, tail between my legs, at the hospital this afternoon. A short while later, after a ride in a minibus with about a hundred thousand schoolkids, a proudly presented my specimen to the attendant at the lab, who told me that the results would be available only an hour later.
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The Creche at the Hospital
I passed a quiet night back at the Rainforest office. Actually, with two guard dogs barking at every imagined sound, the office telephone ringing unpredictably and the night watchman watching not the perimeter of the property but some stupid soap opera on TV, I wished I had rememered to bring my earplugs.
The Kitten at the Office
Feeling constipational anduninspired the next morning after a breakfast of eggs, bread and papaya juice, I picked up my novel feeling as if a second day would pass without something to satisfy the hospital laboratory. Nary a nudge was detected by lunchtime as a busload of tourists and guides from upriver passed through the office on their way to the airport, including an American woman with whom I had shared complaints of illness with through the thin, reed wall separating our quarters at TRC. Christine remarked that I looked much better, as in fact I did. Maybe the trip downriver would turn out to have been unnecessary.
Before I would head into town for the afternoon (phone call to Mom, email, web log, camera stuff, hospital lab?), the cool shower beckoned. You know what they say...when you least expect it... Fortunately I had brought with me not only my soap and shampoo, but my entire toiletry kit containing the little clear plastic specimen bottle thoughtfully pressed into my palm by the laboratory technician at the hospital. I would not show up empty handed, tail between my legs, at the hospital this afternoon. A short while later, after a ride in a minibus with about a hundred thousand schoolkids, a proudly presented my specimen to the attendant at the lab, who told me that the results would be available only an hour later.
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The Creche at the Hospital
posted by Christian Hellwig at 12:48 PM
2 Comments:
Ahhh, a very productive day.
Exactly my sentiment....
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