Well I took Monday off and saw the doc as you know. Tuesday I felt better it was a holiday and Maria the teacher went with me to return the car. Good thing, we ended up in the  wrong lot at the airport, had to leave, come back go in again. The car was almost to big for the lot, I thought going up the narrowest ramp I’ve ever seen I’ll be scraping the car and adding to my damage estimate already pending from the last car… Then the exit didn’t work, we had to back out and find a ticket machine to pay 30 cents for parking.  So everyone behind me backed up too, but they all drove miniature cars compared to my Volvo.  Wonder how their day was going being backed up for 30 cents. Finally out, we went to lunch, had a nice traditional oxtail soup at little place in the town of Catral where her parents live.

Anyway I still feel puny. I worked today, and sat with 20 groups of 3 all 6-8 years old throughout the day.  We worked on saying my name is…what’s your favorite food all day… They enjoyed it but I couldn’t understand their foods in Spanish as they don’t know English vocabulary for that yet….. I told staff I still don’t have health insurance, they said it’s emailed. No it’s not, I checked every email every spam everything… ..it’s not the school’s fault it’s the ghosts running this operation…who don’t send out updates or “how ya doing out there since ya landed all you language auxiliarys? And don’t answer emails. I’m irritated over that too… And despite calling insurance companies directly as somebody suggested  on Facebook, I couldn’t stop my mounting aggravation today…. or better yet like someone suggested on FB:, stare at the sun and say oh  Spain…umm not the answer I want today.. Nope.

Anyway I’m home, I’m tired, my apartment  smells from damn sewer pipes in one bathroom which they claim they can’t fix. Although  my sink has no p -trap and half the smell is from that. My brothers are real plumbers in the US and they of course verified the probem in one call.

I don’t have the energy today to deal with it: to take pictures and explain what they need to do….nor to email the non English speaking owner, or his non English plumber…My head hurts, the place smells, I’m exhausted and feeling like why oh why am I here. I felt at the bottom today. Maybe it’s being ill, and coming home to a place I dislike immensely makes me feel I just can’t relax.  I’m sure it’s bad Feng shui if my mother was alive she’d say I should know better..bad smells is bad juju. 

I feel like the princes and the pea. I feel every damn lump in this shit mattress and couch, no matter how much I try to fix it. I shoved a cardboard box under the mattress to bolster it so it would stop sinking… I’m getting desperate with no home depot to buy 2x4s to put under it. Remember this is just a foam mattress, no box spring. Just a foam thing on wood slats. I’m trying not to complain, but being  sick, coming home to butt-ugly, sleeping on foam, and pouring bleach down the sink AND now the shower drain ..my patience is getting thread bare. And the neighbor must be cooking, I hear her washing dishes as if we are 6 inches apart. I need to go and offer cookies, introduce myself, and prepare her for the moment I am crying in my cava, or swearing out loud. If I can hear her every move, she can hear mine…. ide hate for her to think a crazy person lives here. Or a depressed crying hack … But no, she will know soon enough.
I downed my powdered codeine, drank some antihistamine, and fell asleep on the 4 foot couch with my feet hanging over the side trying to drug myself into forgetting where I am…  I love Spain I love Spain I love Spain. I do… I swear I do .. but today no no and no…I think I’m questioning whos idea was this? For real today…. I feel every pea everywhere… Princess…On the edge
Till next time.

Somewhere in Spain