Am now on stand-by to pick Noi up from the hospital up the road. She's suffering from a nastily infected finger. We went to the local doctor about this over a week ago, but the anti-biotics prescribed didn't do a lot of good and the poor girl is now facing a minor emergency with some kind of op on the cards for tomorrow morning.
In terms of the bigger picture of things - easily obtained by tuning into the increasingly depressing Sky News - this is small potatoes. But it's funny how supposedly 'small' problems loom large when you're on the receiving end. I was at the hospital earlier but I wasn't able to accompany Noi into the A&E dept due to the tight regulations in place. I came back for the Maghrib Prayer since there wasn't any point in hanging around and cluttering the lobby and was extremely jumpy throughout the prayer just waiting for news to come through.
Things don't seem too bad, and it looks like we remain blessed, unlike some poor folk. Indeed, many, many poor folk. The stress people face in genuinely extreme situations doesn't bear thinking about. Which means we must think about it.
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