I had started to relax a little, as I thought it would all finally be sorted out. But I couldn’t resist Googling my symptoms, and it became an obsession with me to try to find alternative diagnoses for the problem with my hand. I monitored it daily and took loads of photos to monitor its progress. I would test it physically to see what it could do. I would even draw round my hand on paper and stretch it out as fully as I could to see if the outline was changing. Coming from a scientific background as a forensic scientist, I needed to analyse the situation and make sense of it, diagnosing myself. I looked at all the different options and got to thinking I could almost choose what it was!
The kids were settling down at school and learning French! I met my buddies Anna and Roshni, who were also living with their families in the apartment block. Our kids played together all day long and we became good friends. Andy was gradually settling into his job and was being chauffeured round in a government car! At this time, my hand was no worse or better. I had no other health problems and was walking and running. Every morning after the kids had gone to school, Andy and I would walk round the park by the apartment, up to the top of the hill where we could look at the fabulous view and see for miles.
Sundays were beach days. Our special day when we would sunbathe, swim, chill and have picnics with friends. We had no jobs to do as it wasn’t our apartment and we had a maid to help us four days a week and a cook twice a week. This was the norm out there. So, we could relax fully. I had become a lady of leisure! I wasted a lot of time Googling, but also read lots of books (as we had no TV) and spent the evening sitting with Andy on our balcony, watching the beautiful sunsets and drinking gin and rum!