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I met my craniofacial surgeon Dr. Rushapol Sdawat today. I showed him photos of my sisters and said that my one requirement was that we still look like sisters when he finishes. We agreed that "less is more" and that most of what he will do will be around my eyes. As it is, I have always had one eye that is more closed, appearing more "drooped" than the other. He will do most of his magic in parallel with the second stage of Dr. Sanguan's GCS on Thursday.
We also met our neighbors, a young Russian couple from Moscow who had come to Phuket for their honeymoon. On the second day here, the young bride had the misfortune of being hit by a truck. She has been in the hospital for ten days now with broken ribs and lacerations while her husband goes out and forages for familiar Russian foods and ointments. We only met our young neighbors today when one of the nurses came and asked if we could be interpreters for the doctor. Our young friends speak no English, and I can only imagine how terrifying it must have been for them to come here for a honeymoon that ended up being spent in the hospital. Fortunately, the young bride is now recovered enough to travel, and they will return to Moscow in two days.
I sat talking with our young Russian friend for an hour or so at one point while her husband was taking care of insurance matters. We talked about this, that, and everything, in particular about how much care her husband had been taking of her. She asked me to show off my new breasts. At one point she asked if I had seen any of the ladyboys in Phuket. She said she had been surprised to see a group of them on her first evening here. She wasn't so much shocked as she was curious. She asked, "What must it be like for them?" Knowing that my young friend was sitting in some degree of pain with broken ribs, I thought this not the best time to begin an educational lecture, let alone enlighten her about yours truly. I just smiled and commented that it was wonderful to see how accepting the Thai people are of differences. My young friend nodded in agreement. Shortly thereafter her husband returned. We all hugged and said our goodbyes.
It is now 10pm. OD goes for her second stage GCS tomorrow. Meanwhile, it is time to choose another Russian language movie to close out the evening. Although we have both seen it more times than either of us can remember, perhaps Ирония судьбы (The Irony of Fate) would be the right choice.
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