Monday, August 02, 2010
Un-touristy sites in Rotovegas
But carsickness doesn't make your feet turn out and cramp up arthritically. It doesn't make standing on your feet agony and walking without intense pain an impossibility. So the second day of our holiday was spent at Rotorua Hospital. She was admitted overnight for observation, and I was allowed to camp out next to her bed.
So, sleeping in a fold-out bed in a busy hospital next to your child who is suffering from gods-know-what, is not the most serene way to spend the night. What made it worse was the screams of the poor kid in the bed opposite who'd skied into a large rock and smashed up her knee, and was expressing her disapproval at the temporary withdrawal of her pain medication.
Not to mention the loud beeping of machines and the lights being left on until midnight.*
But TLM finally fell asleep around 10pm, and I dozed on and off all night.
And in the morning she was miraculous as good as new. They couldn't find the cause of this sudden, acute attack of pain-itis and we may never find out. Probably a virus, they said.
Tomorrow, the holiday really starts.
*I don't mean to complain. The hospital staff were wonderful and we were treated really well.