Update

We went back to the hospital yesterday about Daughter’s broken arm. I got to look at the original x-ray which was interesting because the break is worse than I thought. She must’ve really thumped it hard on that poolside.

Before we saw the doctor we had to go to the x-ray department. Daughter confessed that it was a bit stinky inside her arm, so she let me take the cast off while we waited so she could wash her arm before having the x-ray.

Dear God, it wasn’t just ‘a bit stinky’ – what was that malodour? As I unpeeled the bandages I was convinced she’d gone gangrenous in there, but no apart from a few blisters from the splint there was no gangrene. So why did it smell like a colony of rodents had crawled in and died?

Oh, yeah, because this is Bangkok; it’s hot and sweaty here and it’s been covered for two whole weeks. ‘Where is the splint?’ Dr V asked, having made the decision that she needed it plastered again. ‘Uhum, I took it off for the x-ray.’ I said. ‘Yes, but where is it now?’ he persisted. ‘Well, actually, I put it in the rubbish bin because it smelt very, very bad.’ I held my fingers to my nose in case he was in any doubt. He looked very upset at this flagrant waste of resources.

I’d like to tell you that there was a toxic waste team surrounding the bin I put the plaster and bandages in when we walked past, but that would be a lie. I wouldn’t have been at all surprised though.

The worst news from the trip is that he wants to see daughter and her arm in three weeks! Three weeks in plaster with the weather getting hotter and more humid. OMG. I’m going to have to break out the Chanel perfume to cover up Eau de Dead Rodent.