debil

I have a weak stomach... or a weak body, or a weak soul. Or all three. These last three months have brought me the worst bout of health problems I've had in quite some time. Right now I've got a pretty terrible stomach bug that doesn't want to fly away. It's really ruining my outlook and my situation, not to mention my general well-being (no details divulged.)

I wouldn't mind so much were I with my parents, or in my own place, but living with another family twists things a bit. The last thing I'm here to do is add complication to their lives. They are doing what they can to keep an eye out for me and try to help my situation, but I don't want to have to be cared for. When I'm sick I like to crawl into my little corner until I'm well again, but I have responsibilities here, and the corner I have doesn't belong to me.

So, Luis left for the Mercado Medeival alone today -- it wouldn't be a good situation with me in my state, sleeping in the back of the van in a city street. Having facilities nearby (albeit of the ecological, composting variety) is a requirement.

Ugh. I hate feeling like a burden. I also hate feeling like I'm doing more and more right to take care of myself, but I'm still so weak and susceptible.

This network is my solace -- my repose -- right now. Maybe my problems stem from some sort of internet withdrawal. Oh, and it's nice to be able to think in English for awhile. Dave asked if I'm dreaming in Spanish yet: the sign of language cross-over. I'm not sure where counting-my-situps-in-Spanish falls on the spectrum, but there I am.