Sorry to keep writing about being sick…
The thing is, I can’t get over this ickiness! I feel about like my blog dashboard. One day I am soaring when I wake up–the next I feel like a truck literally ran over my legs. Last night I actually cried. I haven’t done that since I went to the hospital. It was really tears of frustration… Poor Victor is ready to send me back to the States. That was our agreement last night: If I don’t get better, I will go home. ugh.
I don’t want to go home.
I mean, I know that eventually I will have to. I have things to pay for, and Mexico doesn’t quite cut it. I still need to make a little less than double what I am currently making to pay for my school loans. That can get pricy! (In pesos it is even more pricy…) They don’t seem to have a deferment for people who move to Mexico either.
I was thinking yesterday of my things at home. I wish that I could erase that part of being an American clean: things. They don’t matter. But, I sure would love to have some nice things some day. That makes me feel like a bad Mexican. I have started a small collection of antiques at Mama’s house–and I have always put off buying my kitchen things until I get a house. I would love to have an amazing Kitchen Aid mixer. I would wear that thing out! Yesterday Rachel even bought me this sign I have wanted for years.
Ah, well… Here’s to another day of hoping that I feel well! That my legs will work all day! That I will get to write upbeat things again (these depressing posts are going to do me in…)