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Ok, now where was I? And is this all that interesting? Not sure. But again, I blog more for my own "remembrance of the things past". Heh. When we checked out on Sunday, we took an Allstate drive to Queens again. The elderly couple had not yet returned when we arrived at 4ish, but we were allowed in because naturally there are other guests living in that house. The older gentleman that opened the door was a tall, Anglo man who started speaking to me in Mandarin! Yeah gather my surprise. But I've come to find out- there are a lot of people who speak more than one language there, and conversationally too! Apparently he also spoke some Creole. I sat in the living room, slumped over, and unbelievably drained for some reason. More hours in waiting, while my mother scurried about to the nearest pharmacy for my necessary pill pick ups. Seriously, this mother of mine did way too much work these past weeks. I am not about to take advantage of it either, I know, I know, I was recovering so I shouldn't be so harsh on myself, 'sides she's my mother right?

By the time the couple arrived back at the house it was nearly 7. Then we get the news that Sister Yeoh is unwell and that she had started to feel unwell since the previous Wed. Uh oh. We need to move again. So after a bout of calls and haranguing we were sent to Harlem. With yet another older Chinese woman. There was hassling with the travel arrangements-we couldn't very well take the subway with me just having gotten out of the hospital and all the darn luggage to boot, so one of the brothers (who's lived in NYC all his life) was (and pretty much more coerced I think) set to take us in his compact car to the city, yet again. By this time it was 9:30. It took us another hr and a half to actually get there. All the streets were closed off. The place was located in this weird off street. But we had the scenic route of 5th ave, Central Park, the Metropolitan Opera House (where the brother worked), some crew filming late night (some mention of Sex and the City perhaps)... The place where we stayed was right next to the Harlem Hospital. It was a nursing home, but for a nursing home it was quite nice. She lived on the 6th floor and paid a fixed rate of $168 a month.