The hospital stay is finished, but the experience is not - we still have some follow on appointments and I have a visit to the dermatologist tomorrow.  The inpatient stay was marred somewhat by our roomies.  The Thais have a saying, Chinese talking sounds like Thais arguing.  The Thais who shared our room must have been of Chinese origin, judging by the volume of their conversation.  And poor Gwyne, who only speaks one language had a little difficulty communicating with the Thai staff.  They all speak English well, but their accents vary quite a bit - some are much easier to understand than others.  I constantly remind Gwyne in Kuwait that she needs to speak slower as much of the interaction we have is with people who do not speak English as their first language.   Our work colleagues are fantastic, many of them from India and the Philippines and their English is amazing, but others from the rest of the world aren't always quite as fluent.  They need to hear things a little slower and Gwyne doesn't do slow well.

I remember a bike ride I had in Kuwait with a rogue from England, Simon, who commented how English was really the international language and no matter where we went, we could get by on English.  Said the rogue, "Worked out well for us, eh?"  Yes it did, but it always helps to learn as much as possible of the local language, no matter where you are.

Gwyne sent me out for food today after they wheeled her down the street to our room - literally, down the  street.  The sidewalks are tiled and a bit bumpy, the streets, smoother, so our porter took to the streets.  He did stick his hip out to deflect/deter oncoming traffic from hitting the wheelchair bound passenger, kind person he was.  Think I did okay in the food department, some frozen food for the microwave and a hot Pad Thai for when she wakes up.  And for me?  The dinner of champions:  beer (not available in Kuwait) and mangosteen...