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I am sick again this week and I am upset about it. I keep getting sick and when I am not sick I still am not fully better. I don’t think my attempts to make myself feel better by omitting pasta and fruit from my diet is working as my legs are still weak-feeling every day.

I visited a doctor yesterday at the clinic and it was OK. The doctor was nice. He was new to me but he was very patient and was quite encouraging. We’ll. He said that mono sometimes goes on and on when adults get it and that I might just have to wait for it to go away.   He sent me for some blood tests, just is case, but said he’d be surprised if it was actually anything. So bittersweet. He said what I was going through is perfectly normal, so that made me feel better (really!)

I don’t know what to do about dance.

It’s Treat Week this week since I don’t have dance. It started with a bang on Saturday when I had a maple macciato from Starbucks. That kept me up and active until just before two in the morning. I did art. Around midnight I noticed that I was hungry and that I hadn’t eaten since pizza at lunch. I went to Thrifty’s for honey nut cherrios and vanilla oreos, of course. I should not drink coffee on a regular basis. It makes me weird.

I keep waking up at 3:30 am and then lying awake for an hour or an hour-and-a-half before sleeping a bit more before my alarm goes. This is ok when I’m asleep by 9:30 or 10 the night before, and even makes sence since I’ve probable slept enough, but last night I wasn’t in bed until close to 11 and so I slept through my alarm this morning. It wasn’t too dramatic, just woke up 10 minutes after I usually start thinking about getting up, so I had to be a bit more organized to get out the door on time.

I still have a weird sore throat today. It’s a sporadic sore and I’m not 100% sure what’s causing it. I don’t mind if it’s related to sugar intake in place of having shakey/weak legs. My sugar intake symptoms are sometimes like that: shifting. My left hand is quite sore today too, like arthritis or something and this is deffo something I used to get when I ate too much sugar. Again I don’t mind if this replaces my skakey/weak legs, however, I don’t know about it as I haven’t consumed very much sugar since it’s started hurting. Fruit bread on Monday and Wednesday nights after dance. Or typing on my phone maybe.

Birthday reveries are planned for March 29, the week after my birthday. I’ll go up to Duncan for my birthday day. I should plan more festivities for that week and, you know, make it a true birthday week. Though now that I think of it, I only have Thursday free since there’s a play on Tuesday.

I have acquired for myself a new blackberry phone, which means more writing in my blog journal, right? I think I have forgotten how to compose one of these. I shall simply keep writing blather until it comes back.

At present I am at the cinema watching a play. This is how things work now. On the one hand it makes it so that I don’t have to go to London.   Also, I was able to procure a ticket.

I thought I broke my toe last week.  I can’t remember exactly but I guess my feet were sore after my two flamenco classes on Monday.  But the thing is, they’re always sore after two flamenco classes in a row so I didn’t do any worrying.  At the very most, I think I might have rolled them around on my tennis ball because generally that helps (usually it’s the balls of my feet that hurt and a tennis ball is pleasant for those).  On Tuesday I may have thought “hm, hurty feet,” but again, my feet are usually sore after two flamenco classes, and this usually lingers into the second day.  I couldn’t be sure what toe was affected, or if it was both my second and third toes.

 On Wednesday I deffo noticed that the pain was toe-centred because I had sharp pain there during my modern class.  I had bare feet and kept looking to see if there was anything wrong, but couldn’t see anything.  It felt a bit like a blood blister, which I sometimes get on the bottom of my feet, at the joint where foot meets toes.  I tried walking home after but my foot was too sore.   At home, I removed my sock to find my third toe all purple and blue along the side next to my second toe.  Thursday and Friday: too sore and had to skip class on Friday.  Thought I had a broken toe and wrapped it accordingly, taping it to my second toe.

 Saturday and Sunday I rested, thinking I had a broken toe.  By Sunday it didn’t hurt but I was still worried.  I didn’t want to skip dance, but I didn’t want to go to dance with a broken toe.  Internet said I didn’t have to go to doctor unless numb, or disfigured, or bleeding.  Injured toe had a bump on the side of it that hurt when I poked it.  Decided to visit doctor first thing Monday morning.

 Doctor squeezed my foot and toes and said nothing was broken.  Then she pressed on the bump on my third toe until I squirmed from pain and explained that I had a ganglia, which is a protective measure created by ligaments when they are bashed about (perhaps sustained in flamenco class).  But not broken! Happy as to not have to rest it for 4-6 weeks.  I just have to cushion it in class somehow so it doesn’t get so bashed.  I wore my jazz runners to flamenco class that night, just to be cautious (consequently, I do not recommend wearing running shoes for flamenco class).

 I was keeping it taped to the second toe this week, just because it keeps them from rubbing together and hurting, but I graduated to just wrapping a band-aid  around it last night for modern and that’s what I’ve done today.  It reminds me of that time I bashed my pinky toe against something and could think of no other cure for the pain than to put a little band-aid on it.  It made me feel better even if it had no actual use.   This time, though, I want the little bump on the side of my third toe to not rub against anything and so the band-aid is more practical.  I’ll have to try and notice it, however, so I’ll stop wrapping it when the bump goes away.

A Review of “Nation” by Terry Pratchett.

The last Tery Pratchett book I read was loaned to me by a friend because the cover was yellow (I like yellow) and it was about an assassin (I like assassins).  That was in grade 12 and I read it several times while consuming banana granola bars (provided by same friend.)  I don’t remember anything else about this book.

“Nation” was also loaned to me by a friend, because appaently I am only ever friends with Terry Pratchett fans.  I spent the whole time reading it thinking I’d read it before, which I’m pretty sure I haven’t.  It was probably just similar to other books I’ve read (Especially where we’re stranded on an island after a storm and a shipwreck with the main characters).  Also, I kept thinking how similar the tone was to E. Waugh and P.G. Wodehouse (For example.  I guess it’s the British dry mockery voice. Or something.  I just notice it, I haven’t studied it.  How funny English people are with their Ways tut tut.)  And now I just realized that while I’ve read several things by Wodehouse, I haven’t acutally read any of his Jeeves and Wooster stories, which is odd, as I’ve seen the TV show, and this is why I’d know of him.  Funny.

I read a book called “The Chaperone” written by an American author.  I purchased it because I was on the ferry with a dead phone, and I needed something to distract me while I sat next the the foot passenger exit so I could get off real fast on the other side because the ferry was over-crowded due to several cancellations and I wanted a seat on the bus.  I was desperate and the cover was pretty. The title character is a woman who chaperones a young Louise Brooks for a summer in 1922.  She (the main character) is very flat and boring and I may have laughed at something major that is revealed to her that I was probably not meant to laugh at. To sum up quickly so I can move on with my life, if I wanted to know everything that the Wikipedia entry has written about Louise Brooks I would have read it.  I did, actually, and it was much shorter than this book.

My review of “The Paper” directed by Ron Howard and staring Batman.  I once watched this movie two times in a row.  I can’t remember the occasion, specifically: maybe I was sick.  I don’t think it was because it was so good that, upon finishing it the first time I had to rewind it and watch it again imediately.  Probably I wandered off and then cam back and pressed play and it just started again and I didn’t bother shutting it off.  I may have been sickly, as I mentioned.

I watched it again yesterday, which is why I bring it up.

PS Have you ever seen Kenneth Branagh looking more beautiful?  (As seen in Pirate Radio, another movie.)

I’ve found some WiFi. Below you’ll find a dump of posts from the past week.  They’re in reverse order, so scroll down if you’d like to read the chronologically.

We shut down our Jerez home this morning. Everyone had separate departure times and destinations: early morning train for Madrid, mid-morning train to Cadiz, and noon bus to Rhonda. That last one is me. We have arrived Lindsie-schedule at the bus station (an hour early).  Note: it’s a lot like other bus stations.

I tried some sherry again last night.  I still don’t like it. Well, not pleasant to drink but fun after.

What else.

I’ve had some yummy soy yogurt here.  I don’t remember the brand, but there was a choice of plain or pineapple-mango and there was a “100% vegetal” decal on the package. I had a little cup of the pineapple-mango each morning I was here. It was so good it was probably full of sugar but I couldn’t read the ingredient list so it doesn’t count. It was hard to find things without sugar in the grocery store so I’ve had a lot of tasty food over the past 2 weeks.

Update: the bus to Ronda was late but I’m on my way.  Byebye, Jerez, it’s been beautiful.