Sunday: better known as the day we had to wake the kids so we wouldn't miss breakfast
After an extremely restless night of no sleep, imagine my dismay when the little ones decided to visit snoozeville. Wake 'em up, you say...bite your tongue, I say. As it was, we waited until we were about to miss the free food...which in this place would be a mistake...and drug those little varmits down for some grub. I've never in my lifetime eaten as much for breakfast...ever...as I have these past 4 days. It is unreal. Take your most extreme Sunday brunch buffet and triple it...ok...there's no prime rib. Got me there...but yummo. This actually turned out better, though...as we took our time and just kept eating...HAHA! You think I'm kidding...definitely not.
Something I forgot to mention yesterday was yet another new dr/med twist...when we tried to get this medicine thing dealt with, the dr said this specific medicine had to be taken with juice of some kind or something with potassium because it's too harsh on the stomach. Unreal. Not one word had even been mentioned about this issue to date...not one word. This is the kind of thing I've been talking about...it's making me looney. Anyway, we made sure she had some juice this morning with the medicine...then just left the remainder, mixed with water, in her sippy cup for the next time.
With the looming dr visit at 2:00, we had to gauge our time differently. So after we finished getting ready...translation: Eva's hair drying with a hotel dryer (our converter blew on day 1 so I've had none of my gadgets this entire trip. let that sink in.)...we headed back over to the shopping plaza to look for kids clothes. You've never seen such a gigantic, yet empty, place. Store after store...no bigger than my kitchen...with a rod down each wall with one of each garment available hanging...while bags of extras you can buy stacked all underneath the rods. We saw very few shoppers...just lots of stores. A good many "boxes" were empty all together or full of stacks of bags. Most importantly, the kids stores we found were locked or sold a plain white t-shirt for $15. Guess we're rolling the pants. We chalked up the adventure to exercise and decided to call it quits after a couple hours.
As we left the store, I gave the kids their drinks since I felt parched myself from all that "shopping"...and we headed back to the hotel after I gave Zoe another installment of her medicine. When we got back to the room we gave the kids a saltine cracker to take the edge off as we regrouped before heading back out to the doctor.
You may have guessed I was giving you the drink/eat/med rundown for a reason...yep. She takes two bites...of a saltine!...and hurls all over herself, the floor, her brother, you name it. The poor girl just keeps vomiting and then some. The culprit must've been the apple juice/water combo...but it must be because the juice is different here or something. You don't even want to know how I know from experience it wouldn't have gone bad back home that quickly... No matter...once we got her stopped and then everyone changed and cleaned up the floor, it was time to leave.
Brace yourself. We're about to experience an earthquake of good news...a positive dr experience...well, kind of...didn't really have anything to do with an actual doctor.
We walked over to the hospital with our guide, Kelly...telling her all about our less-than-awesome guideless adventures the previous day...as well as the 2 episodes of vomiting. When we arrived, we realized, much to our chagrin, that we were walking into the emergency area..."urgent care." Oh great...can you say, "mocho denero"? Kelly asked for 10 Y just to get us registered...gulp...and left us to tend to the natives. Of all places, the emergency room would be the last place we'd want Zoe to be, but we kept the mask on her tightly and entertained both of them with Itzy Bitzy Spider...who knew...with extra tickles and all...over and over. Pretty soon she returns and says, "It's Sunday so there's no heart doctor here (unbelievable), but all you really want anyway is the medicine, right?" (uh...yes please...) "They say that's fine." Excuse me, what?!? Is that good news you're sharing??? Oh me of little faith. She left to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine and came back in less than 5 minutes, medicine in hand, saying it cost 1 Y. For all you mathematicians at home, that's 11Y. Divide by 6 to get the dollar equivalent. That's how much it cost us to get the needed meds from an emergency room in China. Before you start packing, remember everything else I've shared in previous posts...but WOO HOO!!! What I need to know now is...who was pr*ying for our family (specifically Zoe's health) about 7 hours ago?!? You...we want YOU to keep it up!!!
After sharing our shopping woes, Kelly then took us to another set of stores that was seriously ALL KIDS...for around $5-6 each...bam. The pants we bought Zoe look to be around 9-12 month...no joke...but we were happy to find something. We actually found something for Zane first, and that little stinker kept saying, "I have something. Zoe has nothing!" Keep in mind when he says something, he repeats it easily 10 times a minute. Dork. Even once we had her bag, he continued to say the same thing, but she wasn't taking it and was telling him to shut it...Eva translation. At one point, we learned how to say, "Be nice!"...then he got a good look at her bag and changed his tune. "Zoe has a Mickey Mouse bag...I don't have that..." Serves you right, Mr. Sassy Pants.
We said goodbye to Kelly and headed over to a coffee cafe to grab an early dinner where the Carr kids proved again their love for french fries...at least there was no puke with a side of fries. (Mom...sorry...you're so not proud.)
Knowing we had no naps, an early morning start tomorrow, and an early dinner, we headed to the room to count down to an early bedtime. YIPPEE! :) 7:00 pm was the time...Daddy wasn't too far behind...and now Mommy will follow suit!
Tomorrow is a big day...American consulate interview where this whole shindig will be officially official...the fat lady will sing...and we start the journey home. Can. not. wait.
Something I forgot to mention yesterday was yet another new dr/med twist...when we tried to get this medicine thing dealt with, the dr said this specific medicine had to be taken with juice of some kind or something with potassium because it's too harsh on the stomach. Unreal. Not one word had even been mentioned about this issue to date...not one word. This is the kind of thing I've been talking about...it's making me looney. Anyway, we made sure she had some juice this morning with the medicine...then just left the remainder, mixed with water, in her sippy cup for the next time.
With the looming dr visit at 2:00, we had to gauge our time differently. So after we finished getting ready...translation: Eva's hair drying with a hotel dryer (our converter blew on day 1 so I've had none of my gadgets this entire trip. let that sink in.)...we headed back over to the shopping plaza to look for kids clothes. You've never seen such a gigantic, yet empty, place. Store after store...no bigger than my kitchen...with a rod down each wall with one of each garment available hanging...while bags of extras you can buy stacked all underneath the rods. We saw very few shoppers...just lots of stores. A good many "boxes" were empty all together or full of stacks of bags. Most importantly, the kids stores we found were locked or sold a plain white t-shirt for $15. Guess we're rolling the pants. We chalked up the adventure to exercise and decided to call it quits after a couple hours.
As we left the store, I gave the kids their drinks since I felt parched myself from all that "shopping"...and we headed back to the hotel after I gave Zoe another installment of her medicine. When we got back to the room we gave the kids a saltine cracker to take the edge off as we regrouped before heading back out to the doctor.
You may have guessed I was giving you the drink/eat/med rundown for a reason...yep. She takes two bites...of a saltine!...and hurls all over herself, the floor, her brother, you name it. The poor girl just keeps vomiting and then some. The culprit must've been the apple juice/water combo...but it must be because the juice is different here or something. You don't even want to know how I know from experience it wouldn't have gone bad back home that quickly... No matter...once we got her stopped and then everyone changed and cleaned up the floor, it was time to leave.
Brace yourself. We're about to experience an earthquake of good news...a positive dr experience...well, kind of...didn't really have anything to do with an actual doctor.
We walked over to the hospital with our guide, Kelly...telling her all about our less-than-awesome guideless adventures the previous day...as well as the 2 episodes of vomiting. When we arrived, we realized, much to our chagrin, that we were walking into the emergency area..."urgent care." Oh great...can you say, "mocho denero"? Kelly asked for 10 Y just to get us registered...gulp...and left us to tend to the natives. Of all places, the emergency room would be the last place we'd want Zoe to be, but we kept the mask on her tightly and entertained both of them with Itzy Bitzy Spider...who knew...with extra tickles and all...over and over. Pretty soon she returns and says, "It's Sunday so there's no heart doctor here (unbelievable), but all you really want anyway is the medicine, right?" (uh...yes please...) "They say that's fine." Excuse me, what?!? Is that good news you're sharing??? Oh me of little faith. She left to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine and came back in less than 5 minutes, medicine in hand, saying it cost 1 Y. For all you mathematicians at home, that's 11Y. Divide by 6 to get the dollar equivalent. That's how much it cost us to get the needed meds from an emergency room in China. Before you start packing, remember everything else I've shared in previous posts...but WOO HOO!!! What I need to know now is...who was pr*ying for our family (specifically Zoe's health) about 7 hours ago?!? You...we want YOU to keep it up!!!
After sharing our shopping woes, Kelly then took us to another set of stores that was seriously ALL KIDS...for around $5-6 each...bam. The pants we bought Zoe look to be around 9-12 month...no joke...but we were happy to find something. We actually found something for Zane first, and that little stinker kept saying, "I have something. Zoe has nothing!" Keep in mind when he says something, he repeats it easily 10 times a minute. Dork. Even once we had her bag, he continued to say the same thing, but she wasn't taking it and was telling him to shut it...Eva translation. At one point, we learned how to say, "Be nice!"...then he got a good look at her bag and changed his tune. "Zoe has a Mickey Mouse bag...I don't have that..." Serves you right, Mr. Sassy Pants.
We said goodbye to Kelly and headed over to a coffee cafe to grab an early dinner where the Carr kids proved again their love for french fries...at least there was no puke with a side of fries. (Mom...sorry...you're so not proud.)
Knowing we had no naps, an early morning start tomorrow, and an early dinner, we headed to the room to count down to an early bedtime. YIPPEE! :) 7:00 pm was the time...Daddy wasn't too far behind...and now Mommy will follow suit!
Tomorrow is a big day...American consulate interview where this whole shindig will be officially official...the fat lady will sing...and we start the journey home. Can. not. wait.
