Migraine

I was walking around Green Hills and the music flowed into my ears. Tengo La Camisa Negra started playing in lieu of the Romanian music. I couldn’t believe it. Also, I couldn’t tell if people were looking at my like I was crazy because I was singing along or just because I was American. The latter is what usually happens anyway. The reason I was in Chisinau was because I had a migraine a couple of days before. It all started on a beautiful Thursday morning: I was awakening to a brand new day in the Republic of Moldova, and I had a headache, but I thought it was just a sinus headache, I went to the office and my counterpart wasn’t there so I came back home. On my way back, my head started hurting more so I took some Tylenol and then after lunch I took a nap. I woke up like 4 hours later with a pounding headache so I took some more Tylenol and then called the Peace Corps Doctor. He told me some stuff to do and that he would send a car to my village to get me. By that time, I wasn’t even able to move out of my bed and I could barely talk and I felt like I was going to throw up. I finally got to Chisinau around 1:30 am, and the doctor gave me shots for the pain and I’ve been sick ever since! So you know what sucks about trying to keep up with this blog? I’ll tell you, like I really feel like a lot of amazing things happen here to me and when they do I’m no where near a computer to write my thoughts down. Dangit! Like the other day, I saw this place like I had never seen it before and might not ever see it again. I was so depressed for some reason, probably because I had no phone, no computer, and no Internet, and I was bored. So I went for a walk, and it was a weird day because it was cold for some reason, so I put on a jacket, grabbed my iPod and left the house. I went to edge of town and sat on a bench and started playing solitaire, and after losing several times I decided to go back home. On my way back home this storm came out of nowhere and it started raining on me, which would have made things ever worse, but it was crazy because the rain caused me to have one of those life realization moments, like I am really here in Moldova and my little spirits lifted right up. Also, I keep having moments where my perspective on the way I view the world changes, and at present I can’t think of any, but just know…when you talk to me again in the future, I swear I’ll be smarter…lol, well at least sassier. Speaking of sass, I’ve actually become somewhat able to sass in Romanian, so…yeah watch out. One other thought, so I really miss food from the states, for instance Taco Bell, in fact I’ve almost decided that I will own a Taco Bell one day kind in remembrance of the days when I had to do without and the one thing that got me through was thinking about a juicy taco with some fire sauce, anyway, I always see these chickens running around the village, and they look so tasty. I know they are tasty because my teeth ache to bite into one of them, kind of like some sort of antenna that knows about food. So yeah I bet when those chickens get killed and fried, they are gonna be so good to eat.