Now that I've settled in to all the information I gathered on Glucose-6-Phosphate Dehydrogenase deficiency, the condition that put my former foster son in hospital last week and scared the beejeezus out of all of us, it's time for an update on him.

The short version ... he's great. His color in normal again, his pee is clear ... as he so very proudly showed me, having kept the measuring receptacle full enough to give me a good look ... his eyes are bright, and no longer bright yellow, and he's feeling very, very well.

So good in fact, that he initiated the following exchange:

Me: How good are you feeling, T?

T: How good do you think I'm feeling?

Me: I think you're feeling well enough to be bored.

T: That's for sure! You know how bored I am?

Me: How bored are you, T?

T: I'm so bored that I'd rather be in school than here in hospital ... and that's sayin' something!

They're keeping him in until Tuesday, which is not something he was happy to hear. (Free healthcare in Seychelles, and the tendency is to keep people a LOT longer than they would in other places. It is always a fight to get discharged, for some reason.)

There's still talk of taking him to Singapore the following week for a once-over, but whether or not that happens isn't something I'd be putting money on right now. With the crisis over, his mother seems ready to do what she can to forget the whole incident as quickly as possible.

Still at issue, however, is what triggered his attack, and there's no apparent headway being made in tracking down just what this could be. It seems it should be an easy thing to find the one new thing in T's life ... one food or medicine or chemical he came in contact with a week ago Friday for the first time in more than nine years.

I'm still stunned over the fact that I'd never heard of G6PD and now find myself worrying about all the other stuff I don't know.