Report of 15 Oct 2017
Good evening from the world indoors!
I am late getting to this, because I went off to swim and then cooked my husband dinner. He rather likes pasta and I made it. I enjoy cooking immensely; it is always easy in the U.S.
We are well. The Banyan is wonderful. I was very sick this week, but heard that one of my beloved patients, Ms. X, had a urinary infection, and went to work. She is mentally challenged and is hard to understand, but is unabashedly fun and always immensely considerate: "You eat, then I will," etc. She had not been herself, and we checked bloodwork and urine, and lo and behold, there it was. So I hauled myself in to the B, started the antibiotic, checked a billion other patients and left. The kind folks in the kitchen made me ginger tea, which is a spectacularly delicious milky concoction with tea, ginger, pepper and a vat of sugar. I felt better after that, and infintely grateful for this wonderful pampering/consideration.
I did manage to get to my private practice and saw a patient who had attempted suicide. She was about my age, and it was unclear whether she had consumed ant poison or rat poison. The 2 are managed differently, and I asked the son which it was; he stepped up to the bedside and barked, "So which did you ingest?!!!" My word; I asked him why he was threatening his mother and he apologised. I referred them for counselling and left, feeling grateful that the 3 Weiss men would not treat me that way.
Speaking of which, we Skyped with both boys today and that was fun. Both talk a lot and share a lot, and the adult Weiss men are a treat. As were the younger Weiss men, of course, it is just nice now to not have teenage hormones flaring. A young female colleague at the Banyan stated that she had skipped dinner the previous night as she'd had a fight with the family; I asked whom that had affected the most, she acknowledged it was herself, and I went on to speak of "The joys of boys," who fought until the next meal, and all was well as we ate together. Nice. Uncomplicated.
Scott and I drove to Madurai and visited my father. I had a medical issue to discuss with him, and discuss we did. We also ate, and reminisced, and laughed. It was a nice visit and I returned, rejuvenated.
May you have refreshing times of your own.
Unw -
R
I am late getting to this, because I went off to swim and then cooked my husband dinner. He rather likes pasta and I made it. I enjoy cooking immensely; it is always easy in the U.S.
We are well. The Banyan is wonderful. I was very sick this week, but heard that one of my beloved patients, Ms. X, had a urinary infection, and went to work. She is mentally challenged and is hard to understand, but is unabashedly fun and always immensely considerate: "You eat, then I will," etc. She had not been herself, and we checked bloodwork and urine, and lo and behold, there it was. So I hauled myself in to the B, started the antibiotic, checked a billion other patients and left. The kind folks in the kitchen made me ginger tea, which is a spectacularly delicious milky concoction with tea, ginger, pepper and a vat of sugar. I felt better after that, and infintely grateful for this wonderful pampering/consideration.
I did manage to get to my private practice and saw a patient who had attempted suicide. She was about my age, and it was unclear whether she had consumed ant poison or rat poison. The 2 are managed differently, and I asked the son which it was; he stepped up to the bedside and barked, "So which did you ingest?!!!" My word; I asked him why he was threatening his mother and he apologised. I referred them for counselling and left, feeling grateful that the 3 Weiss men would not treat me that way.
Speaking of which, we Skyped with both boys today and that was fun. Both talk a lot and share a lot, and the adult Weiss men are a treat. As were the younger Weiss men, of course, it is just nice now to not have teenage hormones flaring. A young female colleague at the Banyan stated that she had skipped dinner the previous night as she'd had a fight with the family; I asked whom that had affected the most, she acknowledged it was herself, and I went on to speak of "The joys of boys," who fought until the next meal, and all was well as we ate together. Nice. Uncomplicated.
Scott and I drove to Madurai and visited my father. I had a medical issue to discuss with him, and discuss we did. We also ate, and reminisced, and laughed. It was a nice visit and I returned, rejuvenated.
May you have refreshing times of your own.
Unw -
R
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