Pneumonia for Christmas

So I get to spend the holiday in a somewhat over- air conditioned room at Bangkok's Samitivej hospital, feasting on intravenious drip instead of enjoying a lovely Chaucer experience:

Janus sit by the Fyhr with Double Beerd

and Drinketh of his Bugle horn the Wyn

Beforn him stand the brawn of tuskid Swyn

And Noel crieth every lusty Man!

How to deal with the boredom of it all? Well, I suppose I can finally get around to investigating the truth of the Thai conviction, forcibly set forth by another pretty girl who pounds my chest twice a day, that people get sick in Thailand when the weather changes. This is a theory that might be checked out, a future task.

And enjoy a few crumbs of pleasure chirping in Thai to the cute nurses.

But the air conditioning chills my feverish skin. I turn it off, paying the price of damp sweat in the warming room. Finally, an accidental solution: coming across and meditating on some online photos of German and American soldiers in bleak winter landscapes in the Ardennes offensive -- Battle of the Bulge -- of WW 2, which I find on my ipad,  I coax out a feeling of relative comfort. You'll say psychological, no doubt! (can't stand the word).

Better yet, I get this nurse to bring a small pedestal fan to the room, directing at lowest speed not on me but along the wall, to keep the room air slightly stirring. Much better than the air conditioning!

Pneumonia for Christmas

So I get to spend the holiday in a somewhat over- air conditioned room at Bangkok's Samitivej hospital, feasting on intravenious drip instead of enjoying a lovely Chaucer experience:

Janus sit by the Fyhr with Double Beerd

and Drinketh of his Bugle horn the Wyn

Beforn him stand the brawn of tuskid Swyn

And Noel crieth every lusty Man!

How to deal with the boredom of it all? Well, I suppose I can finally get around to investigating the truth of the Thai conviction, forcibly set forth by another pretty girl who pounds my chest twice a day, that people get sick in Thailand when the weather changes. This is a theory that might be checked out, a future task.

And enjoy a few crumbs of pleasure chirping in Thai to the cute nurses.

But the air conditioning chills my feverish skin. I turn it off, paying the price of damp sweat in the warming room. Finally, an accidental solution: coming across and meditating on some online photos of German and American soldiers in bleak winter landscapes in the Ardennes offensive -- Battle of the Bulge -- of WW 2, which I find on my ipad,  I coax out a feeling of relative comfort. You'll say psychological, no doubt! (can't stand the word).

Better yet, I get this nurse to bring a small pedestal fan to the room, directing at lowest speed not on me but along the wall, to keep the room air slightly stirring. Much better than the air conditioning!