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Okay, these pay computers make me nervous so I^m going to be extremly fast in updating you all and then go in to more detail when I can find an internet cafe that won^t buy my soul.
It went like this (starting yesterday afternoon): Hot spanish guy on the beach>>> stupid idea (stupid stupid STUPID)>>> TERRIBLE FULL BODY SUNBURN>>> Got on a 2 hour train to Basel as planned despite slight tingly pain>>> Got off the train and could feel heat being admited from the burns (worst were my legs and thighs)>>> Went to a phone booth to complain to dad (like a baby)>>> Started to get really really sore>>> Started to get dizzy and a little delerious>>> Started to feel natious>>> 1 more hour to go before I left on a night train (where I would be sitting up) to go to Hamburg>>> Couldn't find any pain killers, ANYWHERE in the trian station>>> Started getting upset and paranoid, only drunk teenagers everywhere around me (soccer team or soemthing)>>> Called Dad in tears and shakes and insisted I was too afraid to go to the emergency room>>> Dad is amazing and talked me through the whole thing calmly>>> Went stumbling across the street to the Victoria Hotel, felt like the world was crashing down around me, searing pain got worse>>> Fell into a 170 dollar a night bed uncontrolably shaking>>> Passed out. >>>Felt sane the enxt morning, still a little dizzy, feeling pretty stupid.>>> Checked into a backpackers hostel that has private rooms for 80 dollars, and passed out again.
Growing up can really hurt. Had to figure out why mom was so paranoid for myself. Deep breaths mom and grandma, call Dad, he'll calm you down. Going to be fine, I'll just lay in bed in Basel until the pain stops and I can move.
Loving and especially missing you all.
Coraling.
It went like this (starting yesterday afternoon): Hot spanish guy on the beach>>> stupid idea (stupid stupid STUPID)>>> TERRIBLE FULL BODY SUNBURN>>> Got on a 2 hour train to Basel as planned despite slight tingly pain>>> Got off the train and could feel heat being admited from the burns (worst were my legs and thighs)>>> Went to a phone booth to complain to dad (like a baby)>>> Started to get really really sore>>> Started to get dizzy and a little delerious>>> Started to feel natious>>> 1 more hour to go before I left on a night train (where I would be sitting up) to go to Hamburg>>> Couldn't find any pain killers, ANYWHERE in the trian station>>> Started getting upset and paranoid, only drunk teenagers everywhere around me (soccer team or soemthing)>>> Called Dad in tears and shakes and insisted I was too afraid to go to the emergency room>>> Dad is amazing and talked me through the whole thing calmly>>> Went stumbling across the street to the Victoria Hotel, felt like the world was crashing down around me, searing pain got worse>>> Fell into a 170 dollar a night bed uncontrolably shaking>>> Passed out. >>>Felt sane the enxt morning, still a little dizzy, feeling pretty stupid.>>> Checked into a backpackers hostel that has private rooms for 80 dollars, and passed out again.
Growing up can really hurt. Had to figure out why mom was so paranoid for myself. Deep breaths mom and grandma, call Dad, he'll calm you down. Going to be fine, I'll just lay in bed in Basel until the pain stops and I can move.
Loving and especially missing you all.
Coraling.