Krusty and I spent a very glam day hunting for a toilet seat to replace the one that had broken at home, so after scouring Wan Chai's bathroom road, I was ready for some refined action.
We headed over to a friend's house for dinner, and spent the night with three girls on one side of the room chatting about chair covers and flowers (all three of us are getting married this year) and the boys on the sofa watching the Ireland-France rugby match.
I felt old, but also warm and fuzzy. I don't mind not being in a loud, smoky club anymore. I spent the evening doing what my parents were doing when I was a kid, thinking they were so boring, and I had fun.
I am officially old. And I like it.
08 February 2009
D-120, laughter therapy
To get our minds off the bleakness of life right now, we went to the Viceroy to watch "Whose line is it anyway?" with some big names like Stephen Frost and Richard Vranch...
It was simply hilarious. I always imagined that the improv shows we see on TV have been cut and edited to only show the funny bits, but almost 90% of the show we saw made my cheek muscles ache...
It was simply hilarious. I always imagined that the improv shows we see on TV have been cut and edited to only show the funny bits, but almost 90% of the show we saw made my cheek muscles ache...
06 February 2009
D-121, everything's relative
Disaster! The (weather-proof) artificial poppies that I wanted to scatter around for my wedding have been discontinued! Eek!
But how insignificant this is. How can a wedding matter when my daddy is still in hospital?
About six years ago, as my parents crossed a street in London, they got hit by a big black taxi. My mother went to hospital with a hairline fracture that cost her her sense of smell forever, and my father got off with just a bruise on his bottom. An extremely painful, black bruise full of poison, sure, but just a bruise. He also started stuttering a lot, but this was just mild psychological trauma.
Or so it seemed.
Since his heart attack, he has been given a blood thinning agent to make sure that his arteries aren't under any stress. It seems that when he was knocked down by the taxi all those years ago, what they call a tumor formed in his brain, and this thinning agent has made the tumor bleed.
And so, to save his heart his brain is suffering, and he can't walk properly, or talk properly. On Monday I had a full 10 minute conversation with him, and today he could only get about 10 words out, all slurred.
The doctors say not to worry, he is going to spend three weeks in heart rehab and the thinning agent will be stopped, the bleeding will dry up and he'll be fine again.
I believe them, but it is unbearable not to be able to hug a person who can't communicate verbally. What good is a telephone when there are no words?
But how insignificant this is. How can a wedding matter when my daddy is still in hospital?
About six years ago, as my parents crossed a street in London, they got hit by a big black taxi. My mother went to hospital with a hairline fracture that cost her her sense of smell forever, and my father got off with just a bruise on his bottom. An extremely painful, black bruise full of poison, sure, but just a bruise. He also started stuttering a lot, but this was just mild psychological trauma.
Or so it seemed.
Since his heart attack, he has been given a blood thinning agent to make sure that his arteries aren't under any stress. It seems that when he was knocked down by the taxi all those years ago, what they call a tumor formed in his brain, and this thinning agent has made the tumor bleed.
And so, to save his heart his brain is suffering, and he can't walk properly, or talk properly. On Monday I had a full 10 minute conversation with him, and today he could only get about 10 words out, all slurred.
The doctors say not to worry, he is going to spend three weeks in heart rehab and the thinning agent will be stopped, the bleeding will dry up and he'll be fine again.
I believe them, but it is unbearable not to be able to hug a person who can't communicate verbally. What good is a telephone when there are no words?
04 February 2009
D-122, tis the season to be sickly
I have a double ear infection now, my lovely Daddy is still in hospital resting from his heart attack, my cousin B has been in hospital as they try to "turn" her baby (it failed - she will need a cesarian), and her grandfather has just been admitted near my dad for a pulmonary embolism. Meanwhile, Krusty's mum is ill with the lurgy in the UK and has lost a huge and unhealthy amount of weight.
What is going on?!
What is going on?!
03 February 2009
D-123, weather envy
Today was one of the loveliest days I have ever seen in Hong Kong, weather-wise.
But all I wanted to do was be in London making snowmen!
But all I wanted to do was be in London making snowmen!
02 February 2009
D-124, ouch
While we were shopping yesterday, Krusty kept walking away from me pretending he didn't know me, because he said I was embarrassing him with my wincing.
In fact, I was experiencing the beginnings of one of the worst ear infections ever experienced by a human being, and as the poison made its way through my ear canal, my entire body spasmed, making me look like a freak.
Now I am having a day of wincing in the confines of my bedroom, not wanting to scare my colleagues, or reveal my golf ball-sized glands to the world.
And what does anyone with an ear infection need? Jackhammers and drilling of course!
Thanks Hong Kong!
18.10: I have been complaining about all of this rubbish for too long now. And then I get a phone call from my mum - my dad has had a minor heart attack. Kind of makes you refocus. It also makes me realise how FAR I am. I know Skype makes the world smaller, but I can really feel the 13-hour plane ride that separates us right now. Thank goodness he is OK...
In fact, I was experiencing the beginnings of one of the worst ear infections ever experienced by a human being, and as the poison made its way through my ear canal, my entire body spasmed, making me look like a freak.
Now I am having a day of wincing in the confines of my bedroom, not wanting to scare my colleagues, or reveal my golf ball-sized glands to the world.
And what does anyone with an ear infection need? Jackhammers and drilling of course!
Thanks Hong Kong!
18.10: I have been complaining about all of this rubbish for too long now. And then I get a phone call from my mum - my dad has had a minor heart attack. Kind of makes you refocus. It also makes me realise how FAR I am. I know Skype makes the world smaller, but I can really feel the 13-hour plane ride that separates us right now. Thank goodness he is OK...
D-125, Costume National
Today I found out what it feels like for a boy who takes his girlfriend shopping.
Krusty and I headed for Horizon Plaza, in Ap Lei Chau, a 28-storey treasure trove of outlet shopping, where antique furniture shops rub shoulders with Prada coats and Zegna shoes.
I sat on a leather sofa for 2 1/2 hours while Krusty tried on EVERY SINGLE ITEM IN THE BUILDING. He said he was "in search of style", or his own style, which he doesn't seem to have established yet. I'm just glad he said no to that long Galliano coat with a skull on it that he thought looked so cool...
Anyway, we found THE suit, the one that will be worn on 6.6.09, so it was worth the pain. And I learnt a great lesson - I'll never go shopping with Krusty ever again!
Krusty and I headed for Horizon Plaza, in Ap Lei Chau, a 28-storey treasure trove of outlet shopping, where antique furniture shops rub shoulders with Prada coats and Zegna shoes.
I sat on a leather sofa for 2 1/2 hours while Krusty tried on EVERY SINGLE ITEM IN THE BUILDING. He said he was "in search of style", or his own style, which he doesn't seem to have established yet. I'm just glad he said no to that long Galliano coat with a skull on it that he thought looked so cool...
Anyway, we found THE suit, the one that will be worn on 6.6.09, so it was worth the pain. And I learnt a great lesson - I'll never go shopping with Krusty ever again!
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