From Hong Kong With Love
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Big congrats to the BOYS! Very disappointed I couldn’t have been there to share in a little of the Mumm Champagne with you all at the finish line.. having said that I don’t know if it would have sat on the stomach so well ;-)
Massive thanks to Rich and Gillian for bringing me UN sized aid packages here in the hospital. You’re the best!
The parting of the fellowship in HK…
I awoke from fevered delirium alone in the HK hospital just an hour or so before the team flew on to Jo’Berg and it has been my home away from home ever since. I have been housed in an ‘isolation unit’ (read solitary confinement) and the modified game plan ran as follows:
Days 1 & 2 consisted solely of expelling glutinous amounts of bodily fluid from every orifice - often while asleep. This lapsed around day 3 but a 39.8C core temperature lingered on until day 4 - hence my inability to get home for the much longed for hugs and champers. I caught the bug from a dubious water source apparently so Jack is off the hook!
Here in North District Hospital my observations are two fold: Most noticeable is an irrepressible desire to scratch every inch of my seething, hornet bitten body – a peculiarity which seems to sit nicely with lying unwashed in a bed for 72hrs flat. Secondly is the propensity to walk like John Wayne carrying a fine, proud limp that just warrants talking about with everybody I meet.
Right now I am embroiled in a perilous game of Chinese boredom torture with my alternately sweet natured / hard as nails power nurses at NT, who have rightly quarantined me to be certain I don’t infect anyone else with Gastroenteritis and the green oozing sputum that goes with it – Zombie thrillers should rightly be restricted to the cinema. In the latter stages of my detention this game has evolved into a highly elaborate chess match in which I while away hours concocting duplicitous escape plans while the Nurse Ratchett alter ego’s in Ward 2D unite to foil me at every corner. They almost always win. However… if you are reading this message it means I have finally escaped long and far enough from their devoting, tyrannical, medicinal clutches to send a solitary email! My hospital room is unfortunately without Internet or even English language television between the hours of 10 & 4. On the upside my Cantonese is really picking up. Yesterday I learnt “STOP or we put you back on Saline drip.”
Love to all who followed our progress and especially those who stuck around for the military campaign in the fantastic facility at NT Hospital.
Watch this space all, I’m sure there will be much more from each and all very soon!
Massive thanks to Rich and Gillian for bringing me UN sized aid packages here in the hospital. You’re the best!
The parting of the fellowship in HK…
I awoke from fevered delirium alone in the HK hospital just an hour or so before the team flew on to Jo’Berg and it has been my home away from home ever since. I have been housed in an ‘isolation unit’ (read solitary confinement) and the modified game plan ran as follows:
Days 1 & 2 consisted solely of expelling glutinous amounts of bodily fluid from every orifice - often while asleep. This lapsed around day 3 but a 39.8C core temperature lingered on until day 4 - hence my inability to get home for the much longed for hugs and champers. I caught the bug from a dubious water source apparently so Jack is off the hook!
Here in North District Hospital my observations are two fold: Most noticeable is an irrepressible desire to scratch every inch of my seething, hornet bitten body – a peculiarity which seems to sit nicely with lying unwashed in a bed for 72hrs flat. Secondly is the propensity to walk like John Wayne carrying a fine, proud limp that just warrants talking about with everybody I meet.
Right now I am embroiled in a perilous game of Chinese boredom torture with my alternately sweet natured / hard as nails power nurses at NT, who have rightly quarantined me to be certain I don’t infect anyone else with Gastroenteritis and the green oozing sputum that goes with it – Zombie thrillers should rightly be restricted to the cinema. In the latter stages of my detention this game has evolved into a highly elaborate chess match in which I while away hours concocting duplicitous escape plans while the Nurse Ratchett alter ego’s in Ward 2D unite to foil me at every corner. They almost always win. However… if you are reading this message it means I have finally escaped long and far enough from their devoting, tyrannical, medicinal clutches to send a solitary email! My hospital room is unfortunately without Internet or even English language television between the hours of 10 & 4. On the upside my Cantonese is really picking up. Yesterday I learnt “STOP or we put you back on Saline drip.”
Love to all who followed our progress and especially those who stuck around for the military campaign in the fantastic facility at NT Hospital.
Watch this space all, I’m sure there will be much more from each and all very soon!
