Final medical update
(wishful thinking perhaps).
Nikki arrived home Thursday night, delayed by an hour because of the Beijing snow. Queasy and nauseous, she headed straight to bed but sadly spent the night puking – the results, she thinks, of a naughty prawn in the Hong Kong business lounge. A trip to the doctor on Friday confirmed she hadn’t ruptured anything while dry-retching at 4am and she is now not allowed to eat until lunchtime Saturday.
So. She’s sore, hungry, full of tea but on the mend. And happy to be home.
And in the other medical drama this week, Zara’s school (I may have mentioned) sent a note to all parents alerting them to the case of Influenza A detected at the school on Thursday. The result was a 50% attendance on Friday. Lucky they didn’t give the name of the kid – I suspect everyone would be off to her house immediately with lit torches and pitchforks.