A Hot & Sweaty Night in Almaty
The Russian doctor came by today to look at the rash on Otis' face and pronounced it eczema with staph or strep growing on top, i.e., as far as C can tell, impetigo, just like Roberta said. He prescribed what he called a disinfectant, and Roberta called gentian violet or something like it. In any event it leaves nasty stains all over everything. (C: It is beet concentrate in my opinion.) He also prescribed a fungicide if the purple stuff doesn't work. Why this is appropriate is any one's guess. He said if that doesn't work, try leeches or bleeding him. (C: D' s idea of a joke. I liked the guy; D did not. Liking, of course, does not equate with competence. Max says this guy is one of the best doctors in the city. Sigh.) The big news is that Otis' passport was ready and picked up, so we're off to the US Consulate tomorrow for our interview, and then the only thing left to do is get on that plane.
Tony, Cathy, Lizzie, Roberta & Carina (Karina?) came over for dinner tonight. CD whipped up her usual sterling effort, another pork curry, mighty tasty. Our guests brought a beautiful cake. A good time was had by all, who are grateful to be in each other's company and happy to be getting out of Dodge soon.