A joke, meds, and final notes

Today in site I understood a joke in Spanish. This is huge.

Pedro, had on a printed tee. One you might find for $7.99 at old Navy . It read ….
Expert
Experience
Trust
BLUE

While hanging around the store, Manuel, Pedro’s buddy, asked me what yhe shirt said since they don’t understand English….so I translated….

Expert = Profesional (with an accent)
Experience = Experiencia
Trust = (I forget the word for trust in Spanish).

Now, when you say the word “trust” outloud in English it sounds a to like the word “atras” in Spanish, which means, in English, “behind”
So then, this harmless tee from the states, to Manual and Pedro, sounded like: Professional experience behind., aka, joke of the week. The guys got a good laugh out of the tee shirt due to my own lack of a Spanish vocabulary. (please don’t take offense to this story)

Trust, btw, in Spanish is confianza, I had to look it up.

Now it’s time for the medical update:

Amoebas-my gut instinct was correct. I’ve been living with amoebas in my stomach for the past 5 months. Be thankful you live in a country that treats its water. Antibiotics in. Bugs out.

My legs are still gross. My daily routine involves scrubbing them with surgical and a sponge that is meant for dishes, the rough kind. I then rub them down with alcohol followed by witch hazel. Powdered sodium infused anti itch powder is next, from the knee down, and I now sleep with my to the knee ski socks to prevent the “while sleeping scratching,” the silent killer.

I’ve been getting a little worried about my sun exposure but thank you grandma I now have face cream to cover it. For now, I’ve got a wicked tan and I’m wearing my visor in the sun.

Eyes= good, use glasses most of the time
Hair= long, sun bleached, split endy
Skin= see above
Teeth= could use more flossing, but whoever wins that battle?
Tummy= at the moment without parasites.

Sad note: two volunteers from my group, another EH PCV a year a ahead of me, and a hilarious SAS dude all got kicked out this month for a too much beverage intake situation. We also lost Ray from Bocas who had to go home and Judy left our province and changed site. Moral is a bit down and were all pretty bummed people in our PC family have moved on. I’m really sad that they’re gone.

Dzagie, blue bob is still hanging in there, but he’s starting to smell.

Bachi, I hope you’re doing well recovering, I think about you all the time.

Grandma, I hope you’re leg feels better! Thank you so much for al the goodies in the care package, I think of you all the time too.

Bub, you’re 21. Oh. My. God.

Ohoh, please don’t die at Bonoroo.

Auntis, how I wish we could sit around with a lemon drop ( or 5) and talk about boys.

Uncles, Yeshhhhh, football, and redsox. I miss my fill of that.

M+D, its been over 4 weeks and my neighbors still ask me “ so your parents left huh?” no, I've been hiding them under my bed for the past month, really what do you think? They have jobs!

Cousins, holidays are not the same without you.

Commons Crew, I feel like a part of my soul is missing since I missed Preakness and Dewey. But it’s really cause I’ve missed seeing you fools. Text I received today from my friend Piper who is a Bocas Volunteer living close to me: “Having one of those days where no one will leave you alone and all you wanna do is drink the emergency box of wine…but there isn’t one!” (Note: box, not bottle, = you guys would love this chick, is sure do.)

Peace Up, A-Town, talking to Bagash today I got real nostalgic for Boston. Miss you biddies.

Suz, so it’s been a year since the infamous Celtics bar crawl. Can I get a lil tribute man?!?! Why aren’t’ more people doing this?!?! Ummmm, they have jobs.

10 months down, 17 to go. Don’t know if I’m happy, sad or scared bout that. Looks like all 3.

I’m right where I wanna be.