Monday, August 31, 2009

Au Vietnam, nous sommes tombés amoureux…

D’une petite dame qu’on appelle « Grand-mère » ou, comme on dit ici, « Ba ».

Grand-mère a 82 ans, trois enfants et six petits enfants. Ses petits enfants ont mon age et viennent un par un passer du temps avec elle, discuter ou lire l'apres midi. Quand elle était jeune, elle était maitresse d’école pour des tout petits de deux a quatre ans, et elle connait toujours aujourd’hui certains de ses anciens éleves, qui ont maintenant presque soixante ans. Pendant la guerre du Vietnam elle faisait partie d’un réseau qui aidait a faire passer la frontiere aux enfants pour qu’ils puissent se réfugier dans les pays voisins, et pour ca a été decorée de nombreuses medailles, et a meme rencontré Ho chi Minh. Elle avait trente ans quand cette photo a été prise. Evidemment, elle sourit.
Elle aime toujours autant les enfants : notre petit voisin, Minh, a trois ans, et quand il l’apercoit il lui crie toujours « ciao ba !! ». De notre chambre on entend toujours ses mots de bébé suivis par le rire de grand-mere et son écho « aah ! ciao em ! » (em est un titre donne a quelqu’un de plus jeune que soi. Grand-mère m’appelle Em moi aussi, ainsi que Dan ).
Elle aime aussi beaucoup : jouer avec le chat (qu’elle appelle « miaou miaou »), faire cuire du riz et laver par terre. A chaque fois qu’on ne trouve pas Grand-mère, c’est qu’elle est cachée sous un meuble en train de laver le sol avec un chiffon (a moins qu’elle ne soit a l’étage en train de donner a manger a Miaou Miaou). Il faut dire que ce n’est pas difficile pour elle de se cacher sous les meubles : elle fait un metre trente cinq. Son activité préferée, c’est sans aucun doute la lecture : elle lit tout le temps un livre plus gros qu’elle, qu’elle pose sur un reposoir et suit du doigt ligne par ligne. Parfois elle s’interrompt pour pousser un grand éclat de rire et reprends.
Dan et moi sommes completement sous son charme : elle aime bien passer devant nous et bouger un tout petit peu le ventilateur pour qu’il nous vise mieux. On lui dit toujours merci en Vietnamien du coup elle rit et refait pareil 10 minutes plus tard. Elle me fait toujours chauffer de l’eau parce qu’elle a remarqué que j’aime bien le thé vert, et quand elle voit que je m’en sers un elle cours me chercher son thé a elle qui est meilleur que celui que j’ai acheté moi.
L’autre jour elle était en train de faire la vaisselle et en la voyant toute petite toute vieille courbée devant son évier, ca nous a fait de la peine : Dan et moi sommes allés la chercher a la cuisine et l’avons amenée dans le séjour et assise sur le canapé. Perplexe, elle nous regardait sans comprendre ce qu’on faisait mais attendait qu’on lui donne une forme d’explication : Dan est allé lui chercher son livre et moi son thé, puis on lui a ajusté le ventilateur pour qu’il souffle pile sur elle. Elle a rit aux eclats pendant allez… 1 minute. Et on a fait la vaisselle, nous. On lui fait pas mal de petites blagues comme ca, elle a un rire tellement communicatif que c'est un plaisir pour nous de declencher sa bonne humeur. Hier soir elle montrait le plat de riz a Dan et lui disait de se resservir un... allez, onzieme bol peut etre (les vietnamiens sont polis et nous gavent comme des oies - surtout Dan) quand Dan a pris la cuillere de riz et lui a rempli son bol... a elle. Elle a eclate de rire en faisant de grands gestes comme quoi mais non mais non elle voulait dire qu'il se serve lui pas elle. Elle a mange le riz, mais ensuite a chaque fois qu'il s'approchai du riz elle le regardait du coin de l'oeilpeur qu'il la resserve a nouveau et ils rigolaient tous les deux...
On communique du mieux qu’on peut. La plupart du temps on se comprends le reste du temps ca finit en marrage et on appelle Mme Dzung pour qu’elle traduise. Grand-mère ne sait dire que « manger ! » en Français mais ca nous aide pour beaucoup de choses :)

Quand on lui fait gouter quelque chose de nouveau, elle dit, en guise de 'bon appétit ': « j’ai de la chance de gouter ca ». Quand je lui demande si elle aime son livre, elle me dit « je suis heureuse de pouvoir apprendre». Si on lui demande comment elle va, elle reponds toujours qu'elle est tres heureuse.

Voila. C’est quelqu’un comme ca, Grand-mère.


Dan and I are totally in love with Grand-mere, or "ba", in Vietnamese. She smiles all day long and has a heart of gold. She has three children and six grand children, who are now grown and like to come one by one to see her and spend time with her. Since Dan and I have lived here, two of her granddaughters have already come and spent one afternoon with her, reading and chatting, that's two different times I mean.
When she was young, Grand-mere was a preschool teacher and she loves kids to this day. She is still in touch with some of her old students who are now in their fifties - sixities. During the Vietnam war, she was helping kids leave the country through a network in the country side: for this she received war medals and even met uncle Ho in person. she is thirty years old on the picture above and of course, she is smiling.
Grand-mere likes to read, cook rice a lot, feed the cat (she calls him "meow meow", lol) and clean the floor. It is not rare than, when looking for grand-mere, I find her hidden under a desk or a table, cleaning the floor away with a piece of cloth. It is not so hard for her to disappear under furniture: she is 1.35 meters tall :) She reads a lot too, all day long she carries this huge book, bigger than her, which she puts in front of her on a little book rest and then she starts reading and muttering at the same time, following the lines with her finger. Adorable.
She also like to rearrange fans every 5 minutes to make sure they blow air right on us. We thank her in Vietnamese which makes her laugh and she repeats the action a few minutes later. She also get hot water ready for me all the time as she has noticed that I like green tea. In summary, she is so damn nice to us all the time and so cute too that we are a little bit in love with her. We try to cmmunicate with her as much as we can, however she only knows one french word: Manger! (eat) and one english word: Thank you. :) Most of the time we communicate anyway, as our Vietnamese is coming along, but it often ends in laughter and calling Mme Dzung to the rescue.
The other day she was bending over the sink, doing some dishes, when Dan and I took her by the hand to the sofa in the lounge room. She was looking a little puzzled, not too sure what we were up to. Dan brought her her book and I brought her some tea, and then we both reajusted the fan so it was right in front of her. She laughed for a good minute, and honestly so did we. We did the dishes and she was not allowed to move from the sofa. It's awesome to joke around with her beacsue she has a clear hearty laugh which she uses a lot! When she tries to force feed us a tenth bowl of rice, we now discreetly try to serve her instead of us, when she's not looking: the first time we tried she laughed so much we thought that was a real winner so now it's on :)

When she drinks, instead of saying 'cheers' she says "I am lucky to drink this", before she eats she says that too: when I ask her how she likes her book, she says she's incredibly happy to learn, and when i just ask how she is, she always says she is happy.

That's who Grand mere is.

Dan: Hanoi Cinematheque


Hanoi Attractions

The Hanoi Cinematheque offers a range of foreign films and documentaries. You find it tucked away up a long alley of motos and residential flats. Turning off the alley you find a quaint little courtyard with a bar and a handful of tables and chairs. They have foreign influence on the menu and a delicious plate of cheeses is warmly welcomed. They have a decent wine selection as well.

A few weeks ago we decided on a program of three Vietnamese documentaries. The tickets cost 60,000 Dong per person. The documentaries as per the program were;

Dreaming of being a worker

In the new “free trade,” “market economy” of Vietnam, thousands of young Vietnamese girls now work in foreign-owned factories for approx $2 per day – hardly a living wage. This brave documentary gives us an intimate look at the lives of several of these working girls.

Looking for Love

This fascinating documentary explores the traditional “Love Market” of the northern highland village of Khau Vai. One weekend every year, Hmong teenagers assemble from various rural villages for a weekend of courtship. A colourful affair, with plenty of food, drink and music. Remarkably, the rituals of courtship here have remained intact for thousands of years.

Green Meadow

“Bai Giua” (Middle Bank) is the name given to the low-lying land in the middle of the Red River next to Hanoi. In this marginal space next to the city, twenty migrant families from different parts of the country live in floating houses on the river. After a period of technical instruction form an experienced film maker, seven children from this community created a documentary movie on the daily life of their village, using their own footage, script and narration.

The films were a great insight into some of the culture, hardships and the way of life for the Vietnamese. Since watching these films we have seen where “Dreaming of Being a Worker” and “Green Meadow” were filmed. On the way into town from the airport are many foreign factories. Just off the highway are “Panasonic” and “Canon”, two companies highlighted in the film. Also, as we walked over the Red River we saw from a distance where the migrant families of the “Green Meadow” live. Our weekend trip to Mai Chau enabled us to travel to a Hmong market, a different area of that set in the film “Looking for Love,” but the same people with the same culture. It was a great night and the films thoroughly enjoyable.


Dan parle de notre soiree a la Cinemateque il y a trois semaines et des docus qui passaient ce soir la. J'en ai parle dans mon post "Deux jours dans la famille de Dzung et Tuan".

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Celine: Debuts a L'ecole

Je suis allée a mon école déjà deux fois cette semaine. La première, pour découvrir un peu les locaux, et faire mon dossier. Un jeune homme du nom de James m’a montré le bâtiment, les salles de classes, la salle des profs etc… L’école est assez petite (il y a 4 sites sur Hanoi, celui la est, je crois, le principal) mais il y a quand même une vingtaine de salles de classes, et une vingtaine de profs. Certains travaillent a temps plein, d’autres a temps partiel. La salle des profs non plus n’est pas très grande et apparemment c’est un peu la guerre pour trouver un bureau. Il n’y pas d’ordis pour tout le monde !

La deuxième fois, hier, j’y suis retournée pour assister a un cours de James. Les petits avaient entre 7 et 9 ans et apprenaient les habits. Trop mignons, James leur a fait faire plein de jeux, ils couraient partout et s’applaudissaient les uns les autres quand ils trouvaient la bonne réponse… moi je les ai trouvés balèzes, ces enfants : a 7 ans, ils connaissaient déjà pas mal d’Anglais, écrivent avec beaucoup d’application, lisent bien et sont très vifs. Ils vont déjà a l’école toute la semaine et le Samedi ils arrivent a Language Link avec leur petit cartable pour s’en rajouter deux heures de cours d’Anglais. J’ai lu que la mentalité Vietnamienne au niveau de l’éducation pousse a se dépasser.

Aujourd’hui j’y retourne pour assister cette fois à un cours d’ados-adultes. Mes élèves a moi auront cette âge la je pense, en tout cas au début. Je commence a enseigner la semaine prochaine, surement Vendredi. Gloups.

Sinon la santé : après une semaine complète de tourmentes, ca va plutôt mieux. Le pire est passé. Mais bon toujours autant de rougeurs et grattements. Apres deux heures dehors dans la chaleur je dois rentrer me coucher et dormir, et je suis toujours a 30mg de cortisone par jour. Mais quand même tous les jours je sens un progrès par rapport au jour d’avant.

Du coup cette semaine on n’a pas fait grand-chose et moi a force de me reposer, j’ai pris du retard sur mes mails, mon boulot, mes visites de musée, mon TEFL etc… Mais d’un autre cote j’ai rattrapé beaucoup de retard sur Grey’s Anatomy, donc ca va :)


I've started going to my school, although not to teach yet but to familiarise myself with the surroundings. The school is smaller than I thought from the outside, but there are actually about 20 classrooms and 20 teachers. I got my timetable and it seems I will be teaching 2 classes of adults elementary 2 and 2 classes of adults Intermediate. Adults usually means from 16-17 years old. On Saturdays I will be teaching little kids. an Aussie guy called James showed me around the school and let me observe one of his young learners class. The kids were so cute, really into the lesson, bright, happy and funny too. I had a great time and sitting in that classroom as an observer helped taking some of the pressure off. Looking at James I was thinking "yep, I'd be happy doing that!". I like kids, I think I'm quite pedagogist and I enjoy tutoring, helping with homework and breaking things down when I explain myself. hopefully this is a winning recipe to be a good teacher.
I'm going back tomorrow to get all my school books and start preparing lessons. My first class is on Friday: if you want you can spare a thought for me then.

Health is better but I still look red and man did I look red in that classroom! I'm grateful to the kids for not laughing at me :) The two little girls bext to me did stare a lot, but in awe not repulsion. I think I found my first ever fans. I thought I was Britney Spears: they had stars in their eyes while looking at me and blushed when I smiled back. How sweet.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Dan: Say NO to McDonalds!


In 1986 the communist government applied free market reforms which effectively allowed private ownership and saw the economy shift to market based. As a result the Vietnamese economy has blossomed in recent years. Vietnam politically is still a one party state under Communist power.

With foreign investment playing a part in the strong economic growth it is encouraging to say that at this time McDonalds has not been able to infiltrate the country. Not one to shy away from a cheeky Big Mac now and then I am over the moon I have not seen the golden arches as I explore the city. Of the countries I have travelled, many developing, this is the first I have been to that is lost of Ronald McDonald. That I think is a great thing. There is so much great food here and the ambience does not need anymore Western influence. I don’t want to sound overly opinionated but the last thing you want to see as you stroll the streets of Hanoi, or when sitting on a corner enjoying a bowl of the famous pho is the in your face symbol of fast food. I can get that at home. I can get that pretty much everywhere else. My two cents to the Vietnamese government: you don’t need McDonalds.

The one thing that shocked Celine and I at first about Hanoi was that we could not find any landmarks, meaning, we could not find things we could relate to. Many of these we have now found; shopping centres, pharmacies and the like but they don’t stare you in the face. Fast food outlets definitely stare you in the face and it must be said that they are not completely mislaid in Hanoi. KFC is here and other Western influences we have seen. I don’t know why McDonalds have not broken into the market but I am not complaining. We travel for authentic experiences and McDonalds is not authentic to South East Asia.

I went for lunch at a street stall with Celine today before she went to work. I had a plate of pigs tongue washed down with some noodles, tofu and green tea. I enjoyed it and I enjoyed the girls working at the street stall laughing when I ate it. Celine and I had a good time at lunch; we felt a part of Vietnam, experiencing something we could not do at home. I am sure I will have my late night craving for a double cheeseburger at some point but at the moment I will have to find a suitable replacement. I hear duck embryo is available?

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Dan: Thoughts for a Thursday



Ok firstly I would like to thank all our blog supporters. We can see what countries read us, how often and for how long, so Celine and I have a competition going on between Australia and France. Special mention must go out to our one friend in India. Whoever you are we love you; one awesome person down, one billion to go.
Oh and Diana, being the only one where you are, you have no one else to blame when the average reading time for Korea is 2 minutes in two weeks. Tramp :)

I now have a job as I may have said on my past blog. I didn’t explain myself to well. For all those interested I am teaching two American kids. I am not teaching them English because they already have better English than I do. I am instead doing home schooling for them until they get into an International school in Hanoi. What does that mean I hear you ask? Well, it means I am teaching everything. English on its own just isn’t hard core enough. I will be teaching a thing called Biology which I heard is something to do with frogs. Also on the syllabus are some books by a chick called Jane Austin. Haven’t head of her but I think I will be fine when I read the back cover. I was really excited that I was going to be teaching Maths to the kids. I will always remember four beers + two beers = a six pack. A six pack + two beers = a good time. Geography should be fun as well. At the moment I can name all 21 states in America.

Today I was teaching the kids Vietnamese history. I regard myself a scholar in the field. We went to a museum and I prepared a lesson. I have asked to be called Mr Dan because such intelligence deserves such respect. I have another awesome lesson for tomorrow (prepared by Celine) which I have a good feeling about. Tomorrow is going to be a learning day!

In other news Celine is still quite unwell. If you are allergic to Penicillin it really smashes at the system and causes pain for days. She is quite red and is generally exhausted. She says she has Pamela Anderson lips as if that is a bad thing (cortisone will make you swell up after a few days it seems). I do hope she is ok for her first day at work tomorrow.
To Chandler (Celine’s Mum) I promise I am not trying to kill your daughter. She is a very important (if annoying) person to many people, me included. It has not been nice for her the past few days but she has handled it all very well. Chandler just for your peace of mind and in response to the blog comment I am not hungry with you either. If I come over to France and we spend like 4 days not eating then I guess I will be hungry with you. At the moment all is ok. I am eating well and I hope you are too.

Keep this on the quiet everyone but we have found a house to live with full details to come. We have not told our current landlords yet and as our blog is going global (thanks again India; I hope you don’t mind me calling you India) we want to keep all communication at a whisper.

Wish me luck tomorrow!!!!


Coucou tout le monde. J’espère dans ce cas-ci et pour vous que vous comprenez l’Anglais, parce que le post de Dan est plein d'humour et c'est impossible de le transmettre comme il faut. En gros il explique que nous avons maintenant sur le blog des stats qui nous montrent quels pays nous lisent, à quelle fréquence et combien de temps est passé sur le blog, par pays. On a commencé entre nous une compète entre la France et l’Australie. Et, alors la surprise, il y a quelqu’un en Inde, semblerait-il, qui nous lit 15 minutes pas jours. Dan l’a surnommé « Inde », et il l’adore. On a aussi une copine, Diana, seule au monde en Coree, qui dit qu’elle nous lit régulièrement alors qu’on voit très bien que la Coree ne nous accordé que deux minutes en deux semaines. Grillée :)

Dan explique que son boulot consiste a enseigner toutes les matières a deux petits américains, sauf l’Anglais évidemment, ca ils connaissent. La maman des enfants fait appel à un programme de scolarisation a domicile qui fournit le cursus, les livres etc. Ce n’est qu’une solution de repli en attendant que les garçons soient acceptés a l’école international d’Hanoi. Il plaisante en expliquand que lui qui ne connait rien a rien se retrouve prof ...de tout.


Dan promets aussi a ma maman que non, il n’a pas essayé de me tuer (voir le commentaire de maman au post « the day I poisonned my wife ») et rebondit sur la petite erreur d’Anglais qu’elle a faite en essayant de lui dire qu’elle n’était pas en colère contre lui et lui disant en fait qu’elle n’avait pas faim avec lui. Et oui, à quelques lettres prés « angry » et « hungry » ne veulent pas dire la même chose ! haha. Du coup il dit a maman que lui non plus n’a pas faim avec elle, mais que bon, si il venait en France et que personne ne mange pendant disons, 4 jours, alors surement qu’il aura faim avec elle. Mais sinon il ne voit pas d’autre raison. mdr.

Quant à moi, ca va comme ci comme ca. J’oscille entre rouge comme une pivoine (quand je n’ai pas pris ma cortisone) et gonflée de partout avec la bouche d’Emmanuelle Béart/Meg Ryan/Lolo Ferrari une fois avoir pris ma cortisone. Sympa. Je dors tout le temps, aussi. Merci la Pénicilline, vraiment, quel bonheur.
La bonne nouvelle dans tout ca c’est que je commence mon nouveau boulot demain : alors, je vous le demande : vaut-il mieux débarquer a l’école avec un visage écrevisse ou gonflé au collagène ?
Hmmm… c’est pas simple, c’est pas simple… Trop d’options…
Ceci dit demain c’est induction et taches administratives : je ne commence à enseigner que Mardi prochain, normalement. D’ici la je devrai avoir retrouvé une tête normale.
On a aussi trouvé une super maison, on vous explique mieux quand on emménage pour de bon, d’ici deux semaines.

Bisous bisous

Et merci encore, Inde !


Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Dan and Celine: Gainfully employed / On travaille!

Upon arriving in Hanoi it was our intention to leave it a while before we looked for work. We wanted to get settled in and had a bit of money to live off. After two weeks in Hanoi Celine decided to apply for a few jobs on an expat website, the New Hanoian, to see if she’d get any kind of response.

Recruiter number 2 called Celine the next day and was happy to come and join us for breakfast. We were already sitting down at a café so didn’t have much time for preparation. On top of that we were not exactly dressed for the occasion. Celine dressed as you would for breakfast on a holiday, me a singlet and shorts. The interview/friendly discussion went well and by the end Celine and I were offered part time weekend roles. Wow we thought. These roles the following day turned into two full time roles, one of which Celine has accepted. Go Celine!

The first job that Celine had applied for received an immediate response (within minutes) and an interview was planned for the next night. I rode Celine to her interview and ended up sitting in with her. We were at a café; I was drinking a beer and wearing the same singlet. I like that kind of interview. We sat in on some classes and were both offered jobs.

I have decided for now to tutor two American boys. Their mother has just moved to Hanoi for work and they need some home schooling before they get into the International schools. This may be for a few months and suits me just fine. When this gig finishes I have a feeling there will not be a problem finding new work. Did someone say there was a recession going on?

There has been other offers as well for part time work from companies who were given Celine’s name from people we have met since arriving. In short, if you are planning to teach English and are up for an adventure jump on the plane and head to Hanoi. City of opportunities!

New Hanoian Website: http://newhanoian.xemzi.com/


Dan explique ce don’t j’ai déjà parlé dans mon post “L’angoisse de la recherche de boulot a Hanoi”.
Ce que je ne vous ai pas encore dit, c’est que ca y’est, on a tous les deux un vrai boulot, depuis hier. Moi j’ai un contrat de 6 mois a temps plein (de 70 a 100 heures de cours par mois), pas mal payé, dans l’école de langue la plus connue d’Hanoi : LanguageLink. Je vais travailler tous les soirs de 17.00 a 21h00, le Samedi complet et le Dimanche matin, je commence Mardi prochain. Mes jours de congés vont varier de Semaine en semaine. Alors, grande nouvelle : j’ai droit a des congés payés, des jours de maladie et un bonus a la fin des 6 mois ! Incroyable !!! Moi qui suis intérimaire depuis des lustres avait oublié les douceurs de ce type de contrat ! C’est top…
Dan lui est prof a domicile pour deux petits Americains qui sont sur liste d’attente pour l’école Internationale d’Hanoi. C’est un boulot fait sur mesure pour lui : en attendant de recevoir le programme de cours des annees des petits (equivalent Cm2 et Cinquieme), il les emmene se ballader, faire les musées et acheter des livres. Il a commencé hier et a déjà passé 6 heures en leur companie. Il va egalement etre bien remunéré pour sa peine, par contre les heures sont plus hardues (6 a 8 heures par jour contre 4 heures pour moi) donc je vais souvent l’aider… lui prendre son shift du matin par exemple, ou lui rédiger sa lecon du lendemain, comme je viens de le faire ce soir : L’histoire de Vietnam de la France colonisatrice a aujourd’hui. Une lecon charmante, d’ailleurs.
Sinon l’allergie bats toujours son plein : je suis gonflée a la Cortisone, mais parfois je sens que ca s’arrange : j’ai moins mal.
Voila les nouvelles,
Bisous a tous.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Dan: The day I poisoned my wife

Returning from a strenuous four hour bus ride from Mai Chau, Celine complained of sore throat. Remembering only too well the sore throat I had in Thailand and the wonderful medication that cured it, I thought I could gain a few much needed brownie points by giving some to her. It took me a while to find the medication amongst our organized mess: some tablets given to me over the counter in a Boots pharmacy in Thailand. Once found I checked to see what ingredients there were for Celine is highly allergic to Penicillin. As I thought, there was no Penicillin in the tablets and I happily popped one down her throat.


We decided to walk to an English bookstore we had heard of in a nearby area. The heat was unbearable and with me in charge of the map we verged off course. We were extremely hot, sweaty and exhausted. Celine thought she had been bitten on the hand as it was sore and inflamed. I suggested a bee sting. A little while later I gave Celine a kiss on the cheek which hurt her. Celine thought sunburn. I thought my increasingly pathetic attempt at growing a beard. Celine soon felt more symptoms of an allergic reaction. I suggested heat stroke.

After a while we had to admit it was most definitely an allergic reaction, and we started to scrutinize the cause. First it was knitted bracelet given as a present in Mai Chau, then it was the tea given at lunch by our host, Madame Dzung. It was only then that fear (or possibly guilt) gripped my body and I remembered the pill I had given Celine.

“What was the pill for” Celine asked with a worried look.

“It was for a sore throat”

“Did you by it over the counter, it was not a prescription antibiotic?”

“Yes. Over the counter and I read the back. No Penicillin”

We then went back to the tea theory. Oh was I hoping for the tea theory. We stopped at our local café to cool down and soon after red marks were showing up all over Celine’s body. From Celine’s experience this was a mild hitting reaction and could not be Penicillin: until after a number of hours, it started getting worse. We decided on safety: going to the hospital, so we went back to the house and collected passport, insurance and the pills taken. After showing Celine the box she was adamant that was the cause. Knowing there and then the tea theory was finished I felt like complete shit. I had poisoned my wife.

We took a taxi to the French hospital, not too far from home, and the nurse was able to quickly determine that the pill taken was a sister drug to Penicillin. Great! The doctor did not want to give Celine a Cortisone shot, not knowing her medical history, so we had to settle for tablets which were slower to act. By now she was in a lot of pain and it was terrible seeing her struggle. She was red and her skin was burning all over, she was hot and cold and shivering. Her clothes were hurting her skin. She was very brave and I am happy to report that she never blamed me and didn’t even kick me out of bed. That is probably because it would have hurt her too much.

Luckily the pills kicked in after a few hours. It will take a while to properly recover however today I am happy to say she is much better (still red in the face but don’t tell her I said so, as I tell her she looks fine). I have learnt a few things after this little episode. One, Penicillin has sister and cousin drugs that can still throw a massive punch to someone who is allergic; two, Antibiotics can be bought without a script in countries like Thailand and Vietnam, even in reputable pharmacies and three and most importantly, when in doubt ask your wife.


Dan raconte la meme chose que mon post a moi "Je le sais bien pourtant!!", publie juste avant.