they say everything changes

It's been nearly three weeks since my stroke and last week was my first week back in class and only the second week i've been to since it started at the end of September. Let me discuss last tuesday. let me discuss how i now hate tuesdays in general. not only was i rushed to the ER twice on a tuesday, but last tuesday may have been one of most not so good days i've had in awhile (aside from the tuesday two weeks before that). I met up with my friend Lilly for lunch at the Subway in the GU--that part was okay aside from the fact that i'm exhausted all the time and the littlest things tire me. I learned later not only is that a result of the stroke but of the blood thinners as well. Lucky me. So I get to class and i'm already tired (mind you, the uni is atop a hill very much like the one at Oxy so it's already a trek before you add the fact i'm still recovering) and my head hurts. I take a paracetemol and manage to get through the 90 minute class but I'm dreading the 20 minute walk back (downhill is the plus side). I stop back at the GU to pick up some highlighters and pens (since the pens i stole from hotels years ago). Head home, stop at the corner store for some basic groceries, realize i can't be arsed to cook and pick up a sandwhich get to my flat and realize i've lost my keys. Thus begins the frantic search of my bag, the take away place, my bag again, the corner store, and my bag a third time. I call my flat mate who lets me. I eat my sandwhich then empty out the contents of my bag completely then head out to retrace all my steps back to class. Well, the damn key is gone and being tired, not feeling well, and really annoyed i go back to my room and call it a day. Then I find information on strokes and blood clots and realize just how serious it was and that i could have died. Let the emotional break down begin.

so i ended up curled up in a ball crying on tuesday debating if i was going to stay or go.

since then things have been better (aside from the fact that the laundry room shuts off for an hour or two in the middle of the night and with the clocks changing last night i couldn't get my clothes out of the washer until this morning) and i think i'm going to stay.

Speaking of laundry: i miss what i called the magic drying rooms in sweden. It was a giant room with a hot air fan and clothes line. Brillant! You hang your clothes up and they dry so nicely and pretty quickly. The swedes might actually do everything better.

Thursday I may have stumbled on a dissertation topic involving fellini and ther american movie musical genre. I have bought a collection of his films (8 1/2, juliet of the spirits, la dolce vita, and another one i keep forgeting) to see if i can really do this topic. I also bought belle de jour, and the blue angel (blue angel being for class this week and highly reccomended by Lilly) and belle de jour because borders was having a special offer and i love catherine!

before i ended this rather long post, i would like to add that the scottish have a very different idea of a farmer than Americans. They involved lots of plaid hats like grandfathers or golfers wear, giant rain boots/wellies, and coveralls like mechanics would wear. Hello? what about cowboy boots and hats?