Our friend Lars, aka Uncle Lars, has arrived. In 2000 we move to Ohio together. He has lived in Switzerland the last 10 years, and now we are moving here together. The Nestlé world is small!
As he landed in the middle of the night and we knew we would not be awake to greet him, we asked the hotel to put a beer in the fridge, and Ian thought it would be fun to have some balloons in the room also!
The staff here at Optus Sarovar really thought outside the box:
... complete with a box of candles and a box of matches :-)
The following evening Lars very galantly shared the bliss with us.
What else this past week? Well, it has been same same actually - hindi lessons, house hunting, school and work. Oh yes, Ian landed in hospital on Thursday. Mmmmm, rather inconvenient. He has been to see a doctor twice, both times getting drugs for gout, but it did not get any better. Last Thursday he was in so much pain and the foot was so swollen that he called his doctor who managed to get him an appointment in the afternoon the same day. Once there, the doctor took one look and concluded: " this is not gout!", and admitted him immediately.
Ian spent the first afternoon in a twin room together with a man of the muslim persuasion, who apparently had a rather large family ... and they all wanted to visit pretty much at the same time ... and they all had mobile phones with more or less inventive ringtones, and they were all constantly receiving calls. My brave husband did not complain ... at first, but after a few hours in this improvised call centre, he did, and got a single room with a view ...
... his own bathroom, tea making facilities, a rather large flat screen TV, WiFi, a visitor's sofa, very sexy PJs (NOT) and, of course, the sofa bed for the spouse. On Friday, when Maia and I were there to visit, one of all the staff (yes1 truly amazing: floor cleaner coming almost once per hour, the gauze carrying person, the gauze applying person, the soup bringing person, the tea bag refilling person, the occasional medical staff ...) entered with 2 trays with supper - one for the patient and one for the spouse. I kindly declined and was greeted with utter surprise! "Ma'am not staying?" I stood my ground - "No, I am not moving in."
So, you might ask, what is the problem then? Well, all I know is that Ian has a severe infection in his right foot. It was indeed very swollen, to the point where the toes looked like they had joined forming and extension of the foot.
He is still today (Sunday) not allowed to put any weight on the foot, which, he was told, could risk the infection spreading. In spite of this forced inactivity and the guilty conscience for not being able to go to work, he is in a good mood and happy that the pain is decreasing and that the foot seems to finally be on the mend.
Where could this infection have come from? Who knows, but one of the theories the doctor mentioned was the lovely carpet in our hotel room! Needless to say, Maia and I are NOT walking around barefoot any longer.
With tea today they served ... Mariekex! Mmmmmm. Just like home ;-)
As he landed in the middle of the night and we knew we would not be awake to greet him, we asked the hotel to put a beer in the fridge, and Ian thought it would be fun to have some balloons in the room also!
The staff here at Optus Sarovar really thought outside the box:
The following evening Lars very galantly shared the bliss with us.
This baby greets all visitors to the Fortis Hospital in Gurgaon.
That is me standing next to this giant baby.
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| Due to the sandstorm with a little rain following, the window is VERY dirty. |
So, you might ask, what is the problem then? Well, all I know is that Ian has a severe infection in his right foot. It was indeed very swollen, to the point where the toes looked like they had joined forming and extension of the foot.
Where could this infection have come from? Who knows, but one of the theories the doctor mentioned was the lovely carpet in our hotel room! Needless to say, Maia and I are NOT walking around barefoot any longer.
Get well soon! We miss you
xxoo
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