Well: orthodontist. Kenny broke a wire, now cutting his gum, with his new hockey club last night. (He’s left the phenomenal but too-far-away Imperial Guards team, sadly, though that team’s manager–the indefatigable Beijing hockey mom Jackie Chen, once of Edison, NJ [!]–drives him to the Olympic training rink with her son for this other program, with a Chinese coach, very cool, too!) It is really nothing if you’re home, minor things, but they are really huge if you can’t communicate and the system is different (cash only, pay-as-you-go, many different cashier or admin sort of desks with functions we wouldn’t recognize, etc.) It is such an incredible comfort to have Beijing United Family Hospitals. (Their elegant little French patisserie in the lobby ain’t bad, either) as we now make visit number four, after:
–Ethan’s parasite (we ate clean, we really did!)
–Ethan’s minor concussion (fall in school)
–Kenny’s chin contusion during soccer tournament (mid-air collision on the field).
And that’s the toll in only 10 weeks. I told the Fulbright people we needed a big major city because the boys get into scrapes, & I wanted English-speaking pediatric emergency care. Exactly.