Hospitals, Electricity, Propane Gas & Iquana

If this week doesn't stretch my being a married woman down here in Mazatlan by herself with her little Ollie, I don't know what will. One of the main lessons I've learned this week out of all of this is the importance of knowing the language of the country you are going to live in. I'm taking Spanish Classes, but I am by no means at the head of my class. First we started at all different levels. I do not know enough Spanish to communicate with nurses, drs. and the rest of the employees while I stayed a the hospital for two days at the beginning of the week. I do not know enough Spanish that when an employee of the electric company came to shut off my electricity because of 2 month non-payment that I only rent here and I really don't know what he's talking about, other then he is using the hand signal of a scissors to the electricity. I did not know enough Spanish to tell a handy-man that I keep smelling rotten eggs and that I think there was a propane gas problem in the house. He says he's fixed it, but I'm still smelling something. And then...here is a picture of the Iguana that greeted me on my screen to the slider door this morning. I did know enough to tell the gardner, "Iguana in me casa". The gardner politely took care of the iguana. They are good to have around as they do eat mosquitoes and the like.



So yes I was in the hospital for a little while. Evidently there has been an amoeba living in my stomach for a while. You know what parasites do. They wreak havoc with your stomach and make themselves at home. I'm on several medications now. Still feeling tired and such, but I'm taking it easy and should be feeling fine in a few days or so.

By the way, Ollie is doing well and continues to be a faithful companion. He was very happy to see me when I returned from the hospital. Fortunately he had a great home to stay at with some playmates. We are both deeply indebted to Mike and Maxine for their kindness over the past several of days.