Showing posts with label mood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mood. Show all posts
Monday, October 18, 2010
(*#$&@#(*$&)@#&#$!*
I love being here. Aside from becoming a slight hypochondriac and probably just becoming crazy, I really have no issues. Except one. I dream regularly about the same thing. And with the Mefloquine, it seems so much more vivid and real. I hate it. It makes me feel like I'm really losing my mind. And I just don't understand why I keep dreaming about this. Is my subconscious trying to tell me something? And if it is, what on earth is it trying to tell me? I really hate it and am thinking about finding a witch doctor to help me out with an exorcism. Or I just need to get amnesia...
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
There was a gecko in my room last night
I'm happy to report that my mood has been a lot better the last few days. I really do enjoy my time here and the good does outweigh the bad. Given the opportunity, I highly recommend you to live in Kampala. Maybe not where I work, kind of out in the middle of nowhere, but Kampala rocks.
I have been eating candy for dinner. Delicious but definitely not nutritious. Haribo gummies make me happy- the European kind, the not American kind.
To all the readers of this blog that have skyped, emailed and/or IMed me, I am very very grateful for your keeping in touch. You help maintain my connection to the outside world and keep me sane. Thank you so much! Love you!
I have been eating candy for dinner. Delicious but definitely not nutritious. Haribo gummies make me happy- the European kind, the not American kind.
To all the readers of this blog that have skyped, emailed and/or IMed me, I am very very grateful for your keeping in touch. You help maintain my connection to the outside world and keep me sane. Thank you so much! Love you!
Friday, September 3, 2010
There's sun today, so SMILE!!!
It’s so easy to make a laundry list of complaints about Uganda, but in efforts to feng shui my soul and to find zen, I’m looking at the brighter sides of things (at least I am today).
My hair is growing (thank goodness). Remind me the next time I jet off to a country where running water may not be readily available, NOT to cut my hair, no matter how much easier I think it will be to manage. Remind me of depression and sorrow and the inability hairs like a dog that could be used to sew a new shirt with. I shaved my legs with deep concentration for the first time in a month. Last time I tried to shave, I did it in the dark and let’s just say I did a horrible job. This time, I actually had light and opened a new razor. I’ve been thinking about waxing. I tried getting my eyebrows waxed once. My facial skin was NOT having that one. I’ll never be doing that again. I am a big fan of the Brazilian, but I’ve never tried to get my armpits waxed. Thoughts? I think this would hurt more than the Brazilian!
Mefloquine. I wouldn’t give this drug up even if you tried to convince me to. I love the dreams, I hate the dreams. It’s like a grab bag of really bizarre and really messed up. There was the rape dream (I guess this would be a nightmare), the running a race carrying a watermelon dream, the friend hates me dream (still have no idea why K was screaming at me in my dream), the OMG there’s a giant spider crawling on me dream (didn’t wake up too happy with that one), and the ex dreams (those usually range from pretty normal to extremely messed up).
I’m pretty sure I have some crazy tropical disease or some bug keeps biting me because I keep getting these itchy bumps in random spots. Not mosquito bites, but just weird bumps that itch. I’m just waiting for the day one of these bumps gets itched open and a maggot crawls out (yes this is in reference to the maggot from 2 years ago that was dug out of someone’s shoulder). Either that or I’m getting some mutant form of the chicken pox.
My hair is growing (thank goodness). Remind me the next time I jet off to a country where running water may not be readily available, NOT to cut my hair, no matter how much easier I think it will be to manage. Remind me of depression and sorrow and the inability hairs like a dog that could be used to sew a new shirt with. I shaved my legs with deep concentration for the first time in a month. Last time I tried to shave, I did it in the dark and let’s just say I did a horrible job. This time, I actually had light and opened a new razor. I’ve been thinking about waxing. I tried getting my eyebrows waxed once. My facial skin was NOT having that one. I’ll never be doing that again. I am a big fan of the Brazilian, but I’ve never tried to get my armpits waxed. Thoughts? I think this would hurt more than the Brazilian!
Mefloquine. I wouldn’t give this drug up even if you tried to convince me to. I love the dreams, I hate the dreams. It’s like a grab bag of really bizarre and really messed up. There was the rape dream (I guess this would be a nightmare), the running a race carrying a watermelon dream, the friend hates me dream (still have no idea why K was screaming at me in my dream), the OMG there’s a giant spider crawling on me dream (didn’t wake up too happy with that one), and the ex dreams (those usually range from pretty normal to extremely messed up).
I’m pretty sure I have some crazy tropical disease or some bug keeps biting me because I keep getting these itchy bumps in random spots. Not mosquito bites, but just weird bumps that itch. I’m just waiting for the day one of these bumps gets itched open and a maggot crawls out (yes this is in reference to the maggot from 2 years ago that was dug out of someone’s shoulder). Either that or I’m getting some mutant form of the chicken pox.
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