We all slept much better last night. Mia didn't cough nearly as much. Butde's (my Mom) feeling better. And I'm on Cipro.
Almost went to the hospital yesterday - in fact, was on my way out when someone from the group offered me their antibiotic. Risky, I know. But oh so worth it. I turned right back around, put Mia Pu down for a nap, and we both slept for 3 hours.
I'd be lying if there weren't a small part of me that was kind of looking forward to the adventure of going to a Chinese hospital. Even brought my camera for the occasion. It just sounds cool to say you went to a chinese hospital. Not quite as cool as saying you went to a chinese prison, but cool nonetheless.
You know, like when I'm at my next dinner party back in the states and a group of us are in a conversation that goes like this:
Dinner Party Person #1: "Man, it seems like everyone is sick."
Whole Group: "Yeah...it's that time of year"
Dinner Party Person #2: "I had to rush my son to the hospital just last week."
Whole Group: "REALLY!"
#2: "Um Hm...and it was a horrible experience...they were so rude and made us wait so long."
Whole Group: "Oh, that's awful."
#2: "It really was."
Me: "Hmmm....reminds me of the time I was in a Chinese hospital."
Whole Group: "hmm....."
They nod unthinkingly, and then startle from their suburban malaise and say:
Whole Group: "YOU were in a Chinese hospital?"
Me: "Oh sure."
Whole Group: "For what?"
Me: "I think it's better if I don't say."
Thanks so very much for your prayers.