Once we returned to our apartment on Saturday, we needed desperately to get some laundry done. We normally dry our laundry by hanging it up on the curtain rod and having the ceiling fans run on high. This time was no different except I forgot for a split moment that I am taller than the average Indian. This means I can reach the ceiling fans with my hands. And yes, the blades hit my hand.
If this had been back in the US, I would probably not have been so concerned about it as I am now, but the thought of experiencing Indian medical facilities really does not appeal to me, so I found myself worrying about the smallest things. I am just going to trust it will soon feel better.
We spent the rest Saturday and Sunday catching up on writing reports and touching base with our families. It felt so incredibly good to hear from them again and be able to share with them all I have seen and learned. I found myself thinking of them all day as they are getting ready to celebrate 4th July.
As I am sitting here trying to figure out next week, I got a phone call from Hetal that the offices will be closed tomorrow. Apparently, all the rikshaws, cabs and maybe even stores are on strike tomorrow in reaction to an increase in fuel prices. Always something here.
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