I guess I had it coming, with everything going smoothly until now. Nothing had really gone wrong, it was simply time. The day started out fine, I slept in a bit, took a good shower, and even made an experimental batch of bread. The bread didn't turn out amazing, but it was edible and my host mom seemed very excited and enthusiastic about it. The others weren't as enthusiastic, but she loved it. The kitchen oven doesn't get hot enough, or have a temperature gauge in anyway, so the bread cooked but didn't brown. She said next time we'll use hers in their house below. I'm not sure if I've explained that there is a main house with a patio. The patio has our clotheslines and the entrances to the 3 bedrooms. The bathroom is right in front of my bedroom, and opposite us are stairs down to the river. We're at the top of a little hill. Jossy and Guillermo have two or three small cabin things down the stairs that are separate from the main house. They live in one of them, and I guess have a better oven down there.
Around 3pm we went over to watch Guillermo's team play soccer. They won, and the juvenile team after them won too, so it was a good day for Santa Eulalia soccer. However, during the juv game, Jossy moved to sit next to me and commented to me about the annoying biting insects (which they call mosquitos, because moscos are bigger insects and any word with the -ito is just the smaller version. Our "mosquitoes" are actually called zancudo). So I looked at her while she talked because its generally easier for me to comprehend Spanish while giving my full attention. With what must be the worst luck ever, at that exact moment one of the players blasted a kick right into my mouth and right side of my jaw. There was definite ear ringing. Since then I've developed a massive headache and my left jaw up near my temple hurts nonstop. I worry that my jaw dislocated briefly, either that or I just have massively damaged muscle attachments. Also, wondering if I'll bruise on the side of my face. It hurts to touch still, so I might. But I could completely shake that off. That's soccer; that's sports in general. The real icing on the cake was going to the internet cafe, paying 1 of my last few soles of the week, just to find out that Google in its amazing wisdom, has decided to freeze my gmail and blog. The internet is all in Spanish of course, and when I tried to get it unfrozen, it said that I had to give a phone number for them to call with an automated phone number. Great right? Considering the fact that I don't have a phone. I spent the whole hour trying to get the stupid thing to unlock, and was completely and utterly unable to. It's so frustrating being helpless. Not only that, but I can't retrieve my notes on the iPad where I've typed these blogs to the computer through iTunes syncing. Even after deciding I could wait and ask my prima to let me send it to her cell and she could translate for me, I couldn't help breaking down. It was an utter waste of time. I wish I had just brought my laptop. It probably doesn't help that I've been sick for more than a week now either.
Rationally, I know this is just one of those hard times, the bottom part of the rollercoaster, and I know things are far from bad. That isn't stopping the tears of frustration though. Hopefully, I feel better soon; I don't like this feeling.
How's your jaw?
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