As soon as I could, I went to a drugstore and tried to ask the pharmacist for something to treat the cystitis. I wasn't sure I made it clear enough, despite my demonstrations of needing to go to the toilet. She eventually said I should go to a doctor, but I bought the product she had pointed out at first anyway. Note to self - ask for Cymalon from home!
Afterwards I took Emily to the park as it wouldn't be fair to keep her at home and I could just about cope with the symptoms. She was as bright as a button, talking a lot and running around. After lunch I had to cut her nap short so we could get to the nursery for her first afternoon. As soon as we entered the building, where we have visited briefly twice, she went quiet and clingy. How could she know I was going to leave her there on her own?! We went into the play area together and I stayed until she began playing with some toys, then sneaked away with everything crossed.
I didn't want to go far off in case they called me, so I did a bit of shopping around nearby Ginza. Now armed with the right Japanese to ask at a drugstore, thanks to Nick, I obtained another box of sachets. I am not hopeful though, and can see myself ending up needing antibiotics from a doctor. At a bit of a loose end, I called Jill and arranged to meet her for a drink and chat. On returning to nursery Ui I heard Emily say 'Mummy coming', so they had obviously been telling her that. She surprised me by not crying, as she often has when I pick her up at Pokke, and the staff said she had only cried briefly when she realised I had gone.
1 comment:
Reading this lot, you'd almost think I didn't exist! To all intents and purposes I don't, I suppose. Prepare to read even less about me in future, as my working hours gradually extend to 25 a day.
Great blog, though.
The Weekend Husband & Father
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