Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Emergency Room Visit/Missed Flight
We are not on the plane to China as we were supposed to be. At around 5am this morning, Jie Jie awoke screaming in pain and had some other things going on that constituted a true emergency, our first. Off we went and even though I told them we had a plane to catch, they were sooo slow from the nurses to the doctors to the pharmacy, which was the final undoing. We finally did arrive at the airport 35 minutes before the plane was due to leave but they wouldn't let us run for it. "This is a secure building, ma'am, you can't just run through it," was what the United employee told me. We looked terrible, I've not brushed my teeth since yesterday, there wasn't time! Jie Jie's hair was all over the place since I didn't have time to brush it as we rushed and rushed to try to get to the airport in time. I am sorry that the United employees couldn't escort me like the wind to security and get me on that plane. I believe it was my flight that flew over us as we left.
I am rescheduled to leave tomorrow, however, the itinerary is all messed up as there aren't any flights from Hong Kong to Nanchang where we were going to spend a day or two at Jie Jie's orphanage. I lost $200 in a hotel booking in Hong Kong because it was prepaid, though we'll try to use it on a different day if we can.
I am going to repack my carry-on luggage since I threw it all together in my friend's van, and see if I can scrounge up some food, get Jie Jie's mediation sorted and rest and recover.
I know I ask often, but we could sure use some prayers here, specifically that the antibiotic Jie Jie on will be the right one because if it's not, she's looking at three days of hospitalization for IV antibiotic treatment. I was to keep checking her Kaiser website for the lab results, from China, and be ready to find a Western Clinic. Risky, I know. Scary, for sure. This is all terribly hard on me, especially because I'd not been to bed when Jie Jie fell ill. This was a very good lesson to me on the high pain tolerance that she has and the words she uses to describe it. I need to really get her to the doctor when she says, "It really hurts, like I want to cry, but I brave," and then goes off and plays like normal.