We finally got home today, and guess who cried on the way out of the hospital? Amy has fallen so in love with little Yuu-kun in the opposite bed that she wanted to stay and play with him. She was worried that we would never see him again so we swapped phone numbers and I promised to invite him to Lena's birthday party on Sunday.
It took us three trips to get all the stuff back to the car that I had lugged up bit by bit over the days. Did I tell you you have to provide everything, down to cutlery and towels (we couldn't have a bath though because of the drip)? They don't change the bedsheets the whole time you are there, and we ended up with a bottom sheet covered in pen marks from Amy's incessant drawing. I haven't counted but I am sure she does about 100 pictures a day, and her drawing skills are developing. I have collected some things from the internet and a book about drawing, but I have not started her on them because I am enjoying watching her make little discoveries by herself. For example, when she draws a mummy holding a baby, she draws the baby properly behind the arms, with the lines stopping at the arm and starting again where the arm ends. She draws a person holding something by drawing four little oblongs to represent grasping fingers on the far side of the object. Then yesterday she drew a figure looking down, by drawing one eye in the centre, a half-eye at the edge, and a half-mouth at the edge of the face, and all the hair flowing down the opposite side only. No-one is teaching her this stuff, and I am fascinated watching it develop!
Health-wise she is fine. She will continue on the oral meds for a few weeks, and then we will see after that. She should be alright until summer, when I think I will try the flixotide as a preventive to get her through the hot and humid summer. Her first hospitalization was at the height of last summer, when the air was thick and heavy, and even I was feeling short of breath outside of the air conditioning.
The earthquake after-shocks are bit more bone-shaking in our little old wooden house than in the big strong hospital. This place literally rattles. I heard a rumour that there may be a another big one coming, big enough to topple buildings, but they always say that just after an earthquake. No earthquake is ever big enough!
Kanji is home! See you later