Another Reminder Not to Give Birth in Prague + A Few Other Things
My friend Amy is moving back to America on November 15th, but the Czech Republic wanted desperately for her to take a piece of it back with her...
As I think I mentioned before, she had a C-Section. The surgical scar from that hadn't healed last week (which may or may not be normal) but she started getting very sick. So she went to the doctor, who discovered that the scar was infected. Infected, because some surgical instrument had been left inside her.
So the doctor just reached inside the scar, searched around a bit, and then dug the foreign object out with his fingers. He then held it up for her to see ("Ta dah!") but she isn't sure what it was because they told her the name of it in Czech and, also, it was covered in blood. As was everything in the vicinity. Blood, blood, blood.
Not that this was some kind of horribly invasive surgery in which they didn't sedate or numb her, but, still, that sounds really fucking gross and painful. She has been through hell, and I know that for her, November 15th can't come fast enough.
A few other things:
I had my first German lesson with a native speaker named Robert last night. I thought he was a good fit for me, so I'll see him next Wednesday. I'm also having dinner with Caroline tonight and she is giving me a lesson. I know I can't set a schedule with her because she's too busy and I think it would stress her out so I'll let her teach me every week or two when she's available and keep Robert on for the full-time gig.
I contacted my sister about the wedding, but I haven't heard back. I just want to say that I'm not upset about it even though I do sound pissy in that entry, as a couple of you noted. I'm not going to make any decisions about travel until I talk to her, and I think that's only fair.
Yesterday during my lunch break, I walked under one of the bazillion construction sites in Prague and got some kind of debris dumped on me. The guy working there kind of shrugged about it, and I wasn't sure if I should be annoyed that they hadn't blockaded the sidewalk when making that kind of mess or embarrassed that I hadn't kept my distance. Anyway, the splatter seems to have washed out of my jacket.
I have a few remarks that I want to make about Chris but I think I will save that for another entry.
As I think I mentioned before, she had a C-Section. The surgical scar from that hadn't healed last week (which may or may not be normal) but she started getting very sick. So she went to the doctor, who discovered that the scar was infected. Infected, because some surgical instrument had been left inside her.
So the doctor just reached inside the scar, searched around a bit, and then dug the foreign object out with his fingers. He then held it up for her to see ("Ta dah!") but she isn't sure what it was because they told her the name of it in Czech and, also, it was covered in blood. As was everything in the vicinity. Blood, blood, blood.
Not that this was some kind of horribly invasive surgery in which they didn't sedate or numb her, but, still, that sounds really fucking gross and painful. She has been through hell, and I know that for her, November 15th can't come fast enough.
A few other things:
I had my first German lesson with a native speaker named Robert last night. I thought he was a good fit for me, so I'll see him next Wednesday. I'm also having dinner with Caroline tonight and she is giving me a lesson. I know I can't set a schedule with her because she's too busy and I think it would stress her out so I'll let her teach me every week or two when she's available and keep Robert on for the full-time gig.
I contacted my sister about the wedding, but I haven't heard back. I just want to say that I'm not upset about it even though I do sound pissy in that entry, as a couple of you noted. I'm not going to make any decisions about travel until I talk to her, and I think that's only fair.
Yesterday during my lunch break, I walked under one of the bazillion construction sites in Prague and got some kind of debris dumped on me. The guy working there kind of shrugged about it, and I wasn't sure if I should be annoyed that they hadn't blockaded the sidewalk when making that kind of mess or embarrassed that I hadn't kept my distance. Anyway, the splatter seems to have washed out of my jacket.
I have a few remarks that I want to make about Chris but I think I will save that for another entry.