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Today I am returning to San Jose, which I am content with. I was happy to talk to my host mom in Residencial Málaga this morning. The heat and humidity of Guapiles has been killing my skeleton, and I have needed a lot of sleep, which I am not getting because I have been woken up by the sound of "neighbors" upstairs and next door. These "neighbors" are family members that were Doña Edda claims do not live with us. If I can hear you working on the fence of the backyard that we share and your child crying in the bedroom above mine, you live in the same house as I do. That's something I'm going to address when I return to the ACM. But until then, I'm thinking about the positive aspects of these two week: learning about the health system here, meeting some good people (even if their neighbors are noisy), practicing more Spanish, having some down time, and making a great friend in the ACM program.
Last night I had a bit of a breakdown and snapped on what was supposed to be an enjoyable last evening. I am unhappy with a lot of the Costa Rica program and my crazy skeleton is doing a tireless dance of pain. It is stressful for me that I am discontent and it is my last year of college. And I risked so much coming here - everyone told me that I shouldn't go, not even to South Africa or Palm Beach, because two weeks before I was leaving I was still walking with a cane. But I have to find ways to be happy here. If I don't get myself together I am going to make things harder on myself. My arthritis is already triggered by stress, and if I build it up in my head I am setting off tonator And then I fall down and go boom.
Ashley and I had a great talk on the abandoned basketball court of Coopevigua 2 later in the evening. The amazing thing is that while she was sitting there trying to make me feel better, she was probably having a worse night than I was. She found out her MCAT scores and didn't do as well as she wanted to. But she has wanted to be an osteopathic doctor since the day she was born, and I know that if I were sick, I would definitely go to her. She'll make it.
Before I get on the bus today I have to stop at a store on the main strip of downtown Guapiles where I bought underwear with naughty phrases in Spanish. I somehow ended up with three different sizes, so I have to go back and get all the right sizes. If you ever feel like buying me underwear, I wear a size 6 (that's a medium in the U.S., a large in Costa Rica).
Last night I had a bit of a breakdown and snapped on what was supposed to be an enjoyable last evening. I am unhappy with a lot of the Costa Rica program and my crazy skeleton is doing a tireless dance of pain. It is stressful for me that I am discontent and it is my last year of college. And I risked so much coming here - everyone told me that I shouldn't go, not even to South Africa or Palm Beach, because two weeks before I was leaving I was still walking with a cane. But I have to find ways to be happy here. If I don't get myself together I am going to make things harder on myself. My arthritis is already triggered by stress, and if I build it up in my head I am setting off tonator And then I fall down and go boom.
Ashley and I had a great talk on the abandoned basketball court of Coopevigua 2 later in the evening. The amazing thing is that while she was sitting there trying to make me feel better, she was probably having a worse night than I was. She found out her MCAT scores and didn't do as well as she wanted to. But she has wanted to be an osteopathic doctor since the day she was born, and I know that if I were sick, I would definitely go to her. She'll make it.
Before I get on the bus today I have to stop at a store on the main strip of downtown Guapiles where I bought underwear with naughty phrases in Spanish. I somehow ended up with three different sizes, so I have to go back and get all the right sizes. If you ever feel like buying me underwear, I wear a size 6 (that's a medium in the U.S., a large in Costa Rica).