So the last two/threeish days of my life have been blurred
by drugs. Lots of drugs. I love drugs. Lots of ibuprophen and paracetemol. And
then at the end of the first day of pain and suffering I realized that I have a
secret stash of Tylenol 3’s from that time that my mom got her face cut open
and decided that she didn’t need pain killers. Thank you mom for being tough
and blessing me with codeine. After I uncovered my precious stash, life was
good.
I somehow played uke for worship on Sunday at church with
all of the blasting speakers and such, and then ran the kids games and bible
study. I don’t know how that happened. But I went straight to bed after and
slept ALLLLLLL DAYYYYYY. I took a small break from sleeping in the heat of the
day because I was really hot. The hall that we are camped out in is SO STUFFY.
Apparently it is dangerous to leave the windows open in Kaitaia because there
are people lurkin’. So I was too scared to open the doors, but I opened all of
the windows. There was no breeze outside and it was probs 30 degrees. I was
sweating. I was an unattractive sweaty sickly woman who was afraid of light and
sound. And it was really bright in the room so the only place that I could find
refuge from the light is under my pillow. So I hate to choose between pain and
heat. It was a difficult time. So I got annoyed with my useless attempt at
sleeping and decided to finish the Lord of the Rings. I only had about a half
of a chapter left of the first book, so I read it with one eye (because my
right eye likes to stop working during times of migraine). It was fun.
I got all worked up with the intenseness of Frodo’s quest,
and then the book ended, and I don’t have the next book. Ughhhhhhhh. Oh well.
So I tried to go back to sleep. It was hot. And bright. And there were flies
crawling all over my body. But I pretty much mastered the unconscious full body
twitch to get bugs off every few seconds. No need to worry. And then I got really
mad. And I made a fly trap out of an old bottle. I thought I was so clever. I
filled it with juice and some extra sugar. But for some reason the flies still
find me more appetizing. I even added nectarine pits. They still like me
better. Boooo.
So today was the first day of the children’s holiday
program. I woke up and drugged myself. Then I was loopy enough for the
children, but I zoned out a LOT. And I had really pretty make-up. Similar to
the make-up Sophie did for me the other night. Awe yeah. The morning was chaos,
but the kids had fun! Wooo!
I had a bit of a mental break-down once we got back to our
lovely abode at about 2 ish. I was just really overtired I think, maybe from my
hot-sweaty-migraine-drug-induced-sleep for two days, and maybe coming down off
of an ibuprofen high, and maybe a bit affected by my lady time, and I was a
little on the edge after the morning of chaos, and I just wanted to talk to my
mommy. There were no computers available
in the library, which only has 4 computers (WHY?). So I tried to find a land
line to make a call using my phone card. The best I could do was find a pay
phone. Pay phones suck. Why can’t you just pick it up and dial? It is SO
COMPLICATED. After quite a few minutes I finally found out that the pay phone didn’t
take my card. SO I tried to make a collect call. The directions on the phone
were SO WRONG. I tried for like 15 minutes and finally just phoned the
operator. And then my parents didn’t answer their phone. So I called the
operator back and tried my mom’s cell phone which apparently doesn’t take
collect calls. UGHHH. So I tried to pay with my credit card on the pay phone
AND IT WOULDN’T TAKE MY CREDIT CARD. I was SO MAD. I started to cry.
I sat by myself and cried under a tree for a while. Then I
found Dave and he let me use his cell phone to make a phone call to my parents.
With my phone card, it only costs like 2 cents a minute or something to call
Canada from a land line, but on a cell phone it costs 75 cents a minute.
Unfortunately I only had 1 dollar left. Poooooooop. Dad answered, he sounded
excited to hear my voice! That is a really spectacular response from my father.
He is the strong, silent type. I told him I only have 1 minute, so got him to
go on skype because Dave took pitty on me and let me use his MacBook. So
finally I got to talk to my mommy on skype. It was good. Sometimes you just
have to hear your mom’s voice.
I actually wasn’t missing home at all (except for the odd
time here and there), until last week when I momentarily got to talk to my
sister on skype. But the computer at the library was dumb and didn’t have a
microphone for me to talk into, so I had to type. It was SO MUCH WORK. I think
she enjoyed it because she just got to say whatever she wanted and I had to
listen. But I was frustrated because I wanted to talk. It made me sad. And I
realized that I have not seen her in SO LONG. And that realization made me
really miss home a lot. And then I started to feel trapped by my DTS and got
all claustrophobic, and then today when I couldn’t contact my family I freaked
out. Man, I am ready to be done this DTS. I need my freedom back. And my fam
jam. And my MacBook. And my Clyde. It’s been good, but outreach is getting a
little bit long, and we have a lot of time to sit around and that isn’t good
for me because then I think. Thinking is bad when you miss your family and they
are on the other side of the planet. But there is only a couple weeks left.
Praise Jesus.
This evening I got to continue my pitty fest because we went
to see Les Miserable. Oh man. All I can say is that I am SO GLAD that I took my
contacts out for the movie. It was amazingly good. But I cried like a baby. I
was almost as bad as Hannah and Jacob. Embarrassing. But seriously, amazing
movie. I will be buying the soundtrack, and maybe I will see it in theatres
again. That’s how good it was. I think my favorite character is Ebony. She was
such a hero. She broke my heart. And now my teary eyes are ready for sleep.
DRUGGGGGGGGGGS.
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