We all survived the end of exams, barely, and now we're keeping busy with those pesky "administrative tasks" that we all neglected for the last four months. Also, a few more GSPs trickle out of the country every day.
Shortly after we arrived, Scott introduced me to his idea that the body finds its way to survive stressful periods. He argued that people get sick more often right after a stressful time, when the brain tells the body that it has the "capacity" to deal with illness. I'm beginning to agree with him, but I'm going to expand the theory to a karmic level.
Let's evaluate:
Scott, Mike and Lilly got in a scooter accident on Friday. It was pretty minor, just surface scratches and bumps and bruises, but it took us to the hospital early on Saturday morning. I'm still dealing with a now 18-day bout of Delhi-belly, and I wake up every morning running to the bathroom. Eleni can't stop breaking sandals. It's out of control. And best, Hugh's kidney is preparing to explode. His renal pelvis is split and infected, and they aren't quite sure what to do with it.
Top this off with unpaid phone bills, uncertainty about my internship which starts on Monday, and major plane ticket difficulties, and you have my "holiday" week before I start the 9-to-5 grind. I'm entering meltdown.
Our only solace is to pile into one room and watch movies. And try to keep cool.
Flown by mariposa at 07:29 PM on May 11, 2005
