Mathru School for the Differently-Abled
Friday 1/3/14
I'm back up for air. Not a hundred percent, but better. And stir-crazy after three days cooped up in my rooms. It felt good to get back into the classroom today, and the teachers and kids are both excited about grouting tomorrow. I'm glad I stayed here today, though, instead of going over to the other school. I was tired after two classes here and was happy to take a short nap this afternoon. I'll need one tomorrow too. Grouting is intensive work.
I have one more day of meds. I am doubtful it's enough, but I definitely do feel better. My throat doesn't hurt anymore and my voice is almost back to normal, but I'm still coughing up a lot of thick phlegm.
I remember reading in one of James Herriot's "All Creatures" books how, in the days before the magic sulfa drugs and then antibiotics, often vets had no real way to help their sick patients except attend to their comfort and help nurse them back to health. I'm not real impressed with the doctors here, but I sure have been getting a lot of TLC from the staff here. I do appreciate it, and I love all the hot tea and good soups, but I could do with less VapoRub. And I could dispense entirely with the cotton-in-the-ears thing.
Ah well.
On another note, Divya and Kavitha arranged for a seamstress to take my measurements to make up my salwi kameze outfits. I wonder how this is going to furn out, though. Ksvitha brought a tunic for me to try on "just to compare for measurements."
"Kavitha, I can tell you right now it's way way too small." But she insisted, pulling the thing over my head and getting one arm in one sleeve before she finally saw there was no way not no how that I could ever get my other arm in the other sleeve. And forget about even trying to get the thing over my chest.
I felt like such a hippopotamus. On the other hand, I suppose I should be pleased that Kavitha sincerely thought I am smaller than I am. There are overweight women here, but the people here are still much smaller than most Americans -- the bones are smaller. And women here do not have big boobs either. I've lost weight since I left California, but even at my smallest I would be bigger than most of the women here.
I suggested (and said I'd pay extra) making a test garment first before sewing up the good material, and I hope the seamstress does that. Anyway, we'll see how it turns out.
Friday 1/3/14
I'm back up for air. Not a hundred percent, but better. And stir-crazy after three days cooped up in my rooms. It felt good to get back into the classroom today, and the teachers and kids are both excited about grouting tomorrow. I'm glad I stayed here today, though, instead of going over to the other school. I was tired after two classes here and was happy to take a short nap this afternoon. I'll need one tomorrow too. Grouting is intensive work.
I have one more day of meds. I am doubtful it's enough, but I definitely do feel better. My throat doesn't hurt anymore and my voice is almost back to normal, but I'm still coughing up a lot of thick phlegm.
I remember reading in one of James Herriot's "All Creatures" books how, in the days before the magic sulfa drugs and then antibiotics, often vets had no real way to help their sick patients except attend to their comfort and help nurse them back to health. I'm not real impressed with the doctors here, but I sure have been getting a lot of TLC from the staff here. I do appreciate it, and I love all the hot tea and good soups, but I could do with less VapoRub. And I could dispense entirely with the cotton-in-the-ears thing.
Ah well.
On another note, Divya and Kavitha arranged for a seamstress to take my measurements to make up my salwi kameze outfits. I wonder how this is going to furn out, though. Ksvitha brought a tunic for me to try on "just to compare for measurements."
"Kavitha, I can tell you right now it's way way too small." But she insisted, pulling the thing over my head and getting one arm in one sleeve before she finally saw there was no way not no how that I could ever get my other arm in the other sleeve. And forget about even trying to get the thing over my chest.
I felt like such a hippopotamus. On the other hand, I suppose I should be pleased that Kavitha sincerely thought I am smaller than I am. There are overweight women here, but the people here are still much smaller than most Americans -- the bones are smaller. And women here do not have big boobs either. I've lost weight since I left California, but even at my smallest I would be bigger than most of the women here.
I suggested (and said I'd pay extra) making a test garment first before sewing up the good material, and I hope the seamstress does that. Anyway, we'll see how it turns out.
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