Back from January trip 2 of 3 in Hong
Kong, the second day trip in a row. It’s been an exhausting
weekend because I followed up Hong Kong with a
trip to the glasses market but I did get stuff done. Long overdue stuff, plus a
good burger. And the good burger accompanied a root beer, something I haven’t
been able to find in Guangzhou
for many months. You don’t realize how much you like something until it goes
away.
My two coups in Hong Kong were finally seeing the replica
Noah’s Ark
that’s there and getting a diagnosis of my shoulder.
The ark is something Leila told me was there; I never would
have come across it. It’s on one of the other islands, a 25-minute ferry ride
away. You can take a taxi, too, and the ark is right under the bridge to the
island that you’d cross in the taxi.
It’s life-size, which is what is cool about it. It’s kind of
in a little park, but is only becoming a tourist attraction now. (The ark
doubles as a hotel.) I finally made it over there and enjoyed it, but didn’t
stay long.
There’s a nice little garden, but I couldn’t figure out
where to stand to get the whole thing in the picture. Inside, it’s done up as an exhibit (complete
with some live animals, mostly reptiles, and some models of animals in stables
like you figure would have been on the ark. There are also exhibits with
fossils and prehistoric wood. There’s also some sort of a film but I missed it.
Since it’s new to the tourist world, they didn’t have
T-shirts, postcards, magnets or anything like that. I mean, they had stuff for
sale, but it didn’t say “Noah’s Ark”
on it or anything like that. They just had stuff like tea cups with animals on
them.
But I was glad I made it there, just as I was glad to
FINALLY get to a real shoulder doctor. And it was so simple, I almost cried –
he had me do a few motions and said, yep, this is what it is, then he went to
the MRI film and verified it.
Basically, my tendon has popped off where it’s supposed to
be, and although I can do most things all right, those things that I can’t –
like putting on a bra – bring me to tears.
The bad thing is, I don’t know where to go from here. The
surgery is a one-hour surgery but I have to pay up front and file later. The
price in Hong Kong is outrageous -- $21k, and that
is for the “ward room,” not the private. It’s double the price I was given for
possible hip surgery.
So we’ll see. Right now, I am just glad to have a name
behind the pain. Specifically, the names are “torn rotator cuff” and “torn
bicep.”
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