Surviving December
Dec. 11th, 2015 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indigo_rose99It turns out that being away from home in December is tougher than the strangeness of Mexico.
Tonight I'm really glad to be off my feet. Epsum salt water soaks, rolling an ice bottle under my foot and trying not to pace around the classroom so much....My foot hurts less. Today's spikes of pain were still disconcerting. I'm going shopping for arch supports as soon as I get home and I have a Dr appt set up for next week.
In the meantime, Mexico was not so bad. My students were nice. They took me to lunch today: tacos. Different, but quite tasty. And my morning tamale with the hot omelet was addictive.
It was surreal. Going to lunch today, I realized I had not seen true sunlight in days. Christmas decorations were everywhere. The hotel, work, the street vendors....
Class finished at 4:45pm, my ride picked me up at 5pm, and we drove across the border. "Fruits or vegetables?" No, and they waved us across. The border line everyone warned me about was perfectly reasonable. I'm now briefly in a San Diego hotel waiting to catch my oh-god-early flight.
The tough part is the pauses. The brief breaks in the bathroom or an elevator. I desperately wish for home. For quiet. For 30 minutes when 12 people are NOT staring at me expectantly. And then I'm back in the middle of it and there is no time for wishes. Surreal.
Tonight I'm really glad to be off my feet. Epsum salt water soaks, rolling an ice bottle under my foot and trying not to pace around the classroom so much....My foot hurts less. Today's spikes of pain were still disconcerting. I'm going shopping for arch supports as soon as I get home and I have a Dr appt set up for next week.
In the meantime, Mexico was not so bad. My students were nice. They took me to lunch today: tacos. Different, but quite tasty. And my morning tamale with the hot omelet was addictive.
It was surreal. Going to lunch today, I realized I had not seen true sunlight in days. Christmas decorations were everywhere. The hotel, work, the street vendors....
Class finished at 4:45pm, my ride picked me up at 5pm, and we drove across the border. "Fruits or vegetables?" No, and they waved us across. The border line everyone warned me about was perfectly reasonable. I'm now briefly in a San Diego hotel waiting to catch my oh-god-early flight.
The tough part is the pauses. The brief breaks in the bathroom or an elevator. I desperately wish for home. For quiet. For 30 minutes when 12 people are NOT staring at me expectantly. And then I'm back in the middle of it and there is no time for wishes. Surreal.
