Thursday, June 28, 2012


Greetings from the hospital. I'm not really supposed to be here, but I am. I was meant to fly to Sumatra yesterday. I was looking forward to the husband going away for business and was going to use the opportunity to do something he's not overly keen on: going trekking and hopefully seeing orangutans in the wild. Right now I should be sitting on the balcony of the tree house I'd booked watching wildlife along the river. Instead I'm lying in a hospital bed waiting for the doctor to stop by and tell me what is wrong.

I am trying to look on the bright side. It's a really good thing that this happened before I went to Sumatra or I would have been stuck in a village four hours from the nearest city in a place where I know nothing about the standard of healthcare. The hospital I'm in is pretty nice and I can't complain (hooray for my own room). I'm truly touched by the number of friends who have dropped everything to come spend time with me. I'm disappointed, but it really is all for the best.