Why is it always the same ones who are seem to get the wrong end of the stick. Poor Ben ended up in hospital with gastroenteritis. He was sick all the night previous, vomiting and diarreah. He must have only got about an hours sleep.
Kathy whisked him to hospital on the Saturday morning and he was immediately admitted and put on a drip. He was also tested for dengue fever which is doing the rounds here at the moment. Negative thank God. The rest of the day he spent sleeping. Aaron, Tilak (our cook) took turns to stay with him whilst Kathy sorted out Jessica.
Of course I had to be away. On a Saturday the quickest way from Islamabad to Delhi - only about 400 miles - is 24 hour journey via Bangkok. It is very worrying when he is ill, as he is prone to seizures when his immune system is low - thankfully none occurred. I arrived back late on the Sunday night to find him asleep having finished his second and final bottle of drip. Kathy, relieved from duty at last, was able to go home and get a decent sleep.
Breakfast was toast and tea - which he demolished - apart from the crusts.
After the sumptuous breakfast, which they actually forgot to bring, the nurse came…
But only to take out his needle and remove the plaster - which was the bit that hurt. As it always does.
A little later Kathy came and we waited for the doctor to see Ben be discharged. Kathy may not like having her photo taken but it’s good to see Ben better and laughing again.
