dear edwin, we will never stray again...

tonight, we departed the hospital around 6pm and were happy to happen upon a bajaji on our way out of the hospital grounds.  he picked us up and said he knew the road we lived on but would need some directions once we got there...we haggled for a reasonable price and hopped in to a bit of a fancy bajaji... and, then we went the wrong way out of the hospital, and the wrong way on the next road, and the wrong way on the next... all of us thinking he was going some smart back way to our house.  the next thing we know, we are on this "4" lane road with people driving whatever direction they wanted, with construction going on, with about 40 people running on it, and just utter chaos.  apparently, the driver decided it was too much so he took us basically over a cliff - like we were going to tip over- and then ended on a "road" that took us through a shopping-ish district.  finally, he stopped to ask someone for directions and we had been heading in completely the wrong direction... i just kept saying, let's go back to the hospital and start over.  but, in the end, we returned to our little home safe and sound and a little more city-wise...
(side note, edwin, is the name of our regular bajaji driver who gets us where we need to go in a timely manner- like this morning when he did some amazing maneuvering to get us to the hospital on time.)

today at the hospital, we painted the kids' fingernails.  and, the mommas.  they all loved it!  even the boys wanted their nails painted, and they all walked around carefully avoiding touching things until the pain dried!  too fun!

it was another busy crazy day- two new ones.  one with a big liver and spleen that we aren't sure what's going on and another with maybe hodgkin's lymphoma.  it's amazing here how kids appear on the ward.  at home, we call the ER, the charge nurse, the transfer center, the attending.  here, the children appear.  and, then there's a mad fury to figure out what's going on and then we wait for results.  the parents are the most patient people i have ever met.  they wait for days or weeks to find out what's going on with their children.  and, in the mean time, they laugh at our antics and form, it seems, little families amongst themselves on the ward.