Sitting on my bed on Thanksgiving, opting out of the “traditional” dinner at a local church, to savor reading about the clinical pharmacology of sedative and hypnotic drugs while listening to “Blue Bonnet” (sang by an Austin, Texas folk singer Raina Rose introduced to me by one of my bad-ass cohorts named Heather that keeps me smiling, laughing, and on my toes). Not the most traditional Thanksgiving, but I am feeling thankful for these two burritos made by my Belizian friends that I slammed, that were doused in enough gifted-Tapatio to give me an ulcer and will make me regret drinking it like soup, tomorrow. I am now in that state of I ate so much that I am going to pass out that you must all be feeling after eating all that turkey. Me…feeling grateful for the feeling of being full. Seriously, last week I made myself laugh to the point of tears when one of my cohorts asked me: “Sarah…why do we do this to ourselves???”--referring to our state of hunger after being served bean water with bean skin and hairy pork fat for the second day in a row). My response…” So that we can throw our hairy pork fat at the puma-like cats with the giant balls in the cafeteria.” I guess if you don’t laugh about this, then you just don’t understand. I wish you could spend one day in my life here. I find myself looking for the humor in it all. Perhaps it is my coping mechanism of being in extremely stressful circumstances, and somehow making it through it all and coming out stronger and stronger every day. For example, a month ago a hurricane hit the island and my bed was in a pond of water, all of my sheets, books, soaked from the rain that pounded in through the windows. No electricity, but lots of water and tremendous wind (weather this Cali girl is definitely not used to). I studied for my mid-term with my flashlight and still managed to get a 5. To tell you the truth I just wanted to curl up in my wet bed and cry and give up—to fall asleep and hoping that it all goes away. But, I somehow keep going. Not sure how I continue to keep doing it. Just when I think I am at a breaking-point, I cheer myself on by telling myself that if I make it through this day then…..
Oh yes…I am on the volleyball team here, training with 18-20 year olds, noticing the changes in my now 31-year old body. Dang… it doesn’t recuperate like it used to. My running muscles are so different than my volleyball muscles. Ouch!
I do have to brag about the weather!! Hahahaha….neener, neener, neener. You are all cold, and I am toasty without a sweat mustache at the end of November!!!! The weather and my being here with my nerdy buddy Heather give me something to be very thankful for on this Thanksgiving.
Oh wait…I feel very thankful for (but very offended at first) having a baby pig named after me. Yes…her name is Sarita. Too bad her 6-month destiny will be to be that hairy pork fat that I now call “pork love” which is served in the cafeteria.
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