Hospitalised

Retroactively posted, local time: Monday 2.15pm

Well, that took me by surprise. Someone from the clinic did indeed meet us in the hotel lobby in the morning, and we clambered into a van piloted by the same driver who had brought us to Chon Buri on Saturday. However, the van pulled up at the clinic only long enough to drop off the woman from the clinic, who turned to us and said, "This is the clinic! He will take you to the hospital now." I'm going to the hospital already? News to me!

When we arrived at Aikchol hospital, we were greeted by a trio of clinic staffers: Cat, Nock, and Aey (and I'm probably killing the spelling of these names - please forgive me!). They ushered me into the hospital in a friendly flurry of greetings and Thai chatter, and before I could blink, I'd had a blood test, blood pressure taken, chest x-rayed, and some sort of ECG tested, then conveyed to my room. Now, given that I wasn't expecting to be in hospital until later this evening and consequentially had no luggage with me, all this was rather surprising.

Nonetheless, taking things as they come. Mum, D (who'd come with us and whom everyone assumed was a boyfriend of mine >_<), and I had lunch in the hospital room, and are now sitting here awaiting a consultation with the anaesthesiologist.

Later, I'm going back to the clinic to see Dr Suporn, then get a chance to return to the hotel to properly pack before being brought back here.

A nurse just came into the room to bring me a warm cup of Milo and a cupcake. There's such an eerie air of surrender in hospitals - like I've unwittingly given up all right to privacy - that, along with the earlier rush, is giving me a headspin. I was all ready for the invasiveness and submission, but hey, let me catch my breath a little!

Now where's that anaesthesiologist?