November 27, 2012
Matteos wakes up with I can’t go to school since I
contracted a stomach ache. I ‘round the corner to discover him scarfing the Andes candy conveniently left out on the accessible side
glass table in the wee hours of the night. He challengingly pokes at the
remaining tempting pieces that shout “eat me!” and glares, daring me to rat on
him. Do I?
A school drop goes smoothly after explaining to Matteos that
he had to wear his seatbelt correctly. Look at what happened to Paula when she
failed to use the shoulder strap? Afterwards we head off to the
fisiotherapeutista, dropping the car at the parking lot miles away over hill
and dale from the clinic. Have trepidation regarding the assured year’s salary expense
and immeasurable time investment since I do not have one ioda of control over
the latter.
OOPS! A miniscule jumping spider attached to my
crutches…yikes! Wildlife!
Hunky dressed in pristine white shirt, slacks and matching
sensible shoes physical therapist attended to me in the waiting area at the
clinic. Plunked on a once white flexible unfastened park bench outside the
glass sliding door, which I feared to enter for apprehension of a crash
catching the lip of the slider, I listened in earnest to his extensive suggestions.
Three times a week for 10 weeks time, $25 per session to peer at my ankle and
provide complicated exercises intended to facilitate at home. Hm. Assured me
the non-receding swelling is normal and expected. Exercises to rotate the hot
ankle, insistent pressure on the scabbed inner and peeling outer foot, flex
“fatty” up and down, roll every which way on top of a rubber ball are already
part of my painful daily routine. What’s next? Will contact the local public
clinic PT to see about gratis visits.
A thick slab of meat wrapped in plastic chills my ankle. I
consider my circumstances, though it is still under debate that I should have to deal with this
situation, uneven sidewalks, stairs without end, non-conforming footwear,
thunking crutches, nerve wracking excursions to the bathroom (I would bring a
snack along if I could carry one!) oh how I could go on…and on..
Ju failed to show up for work today. She accompanied her
young son on several bus rides to the dentist for a long-awaited necessary exam
and services. The dentist is a friend of Cristina’s and is providing the
wide-range of services at no charge. Such an immense gift for Ju. Dental care
for the unfortunate is non-existent for a number of reasons. The idea of not
having a tv in the house is beyond their grasp since it suggests poverty.
However being impoverished and a toothless grin go hand-in-hand. When the
subject arises no one can believe I would CHOOSE to live without a television.
Poor me! How can I possibly keep up with the novella without a tv?
Skype rocks! Spoke with Taelor last night in a combination
of Portuguese and English. We set a date for another few days…I’m psyched.
Working on Christmas plans now…aiming for a place where
Santa is sure to find me!
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