I've arrived back in Beijing and I'm at the Guangji hospital. During my absence the leaves have returned to the trees. Our other foreign patients are getting about with walking frames and Dr Zhao has pushed the bumps out of my upper shins and retightened the frame attachments. That was a torture and right after I was too afraid to roll over or bend my right knee. Then I met a sixteen year old boy from Ningxia province who can't walk and whose grandmother is thin lady pretty obviously from a peasant/farmer background and who is the carer for him because his parents split up and went away to do their own things.
Thus I wrote a memo to myself to man the f**k up and not display my daily own adversities as anything that should be thought of as big.
Yesterday I've stopped lengthening and in this morning had an xray to determine the extent of what that has been. This afternoon the doc will schedule me for the blessed date when these contraptions come of my legs.
My walking frame did not make it with me all the way. It missed the flight and will be available for pickup from the airport tomorrow.
An interesting development is that they have even more foreign patients, at least two, who are at a better provisioned hospital where it costs more to stay. Maybe I won't even get to meet them, but the two other patients here did.
It's a great time of year here and good to have left the onset of Autumn where I was.
Years ago when the protests in Syria turned into a war I thought it wouldn't be long till another dictator fell and that would be a good expression of people power. But neither has that happened nor has it looked likely to come to a voluntary end while year bleeds over to year. Now I just want someone, anyone, to roll over the other side decisively and have an end to it all.