... teri ada, I like the way you move...
No-really, just "Uff." Uff, life is busy/crazy/hectic.
Tomorrow is my last day of my fieldwork/internship. It's been lovely, as we've had two patients with quadriplegia join the team in the past two weeks, which makes a really fun and different learning experience for me. (For example, it takes 3 people to transfer one of these patients to a "shower wheelchair" from their power wheelchair--in the bathroom. And it is impossible for 5'8-9" me to squat in aforementioned shower for moving them, due to poor placement of the wall. Also, moving patients with quadriplegia is a great alternative for lunges, squats, and any other leg workout when you are any height, not to mention waaaay taller than their wheelchair.)
Ek hindustani dost (an Indian friend) is making lunch for my coworkers tomorrow as a fundraiser for my babies :) I'm excited to eat his mama's food. Indian moms' food is always the best. And I'm excited to see everyone else (or even just a few people) excited about my Indian babies.
I have 30 piles in my student house of what goes to what person and which house/city/country.
I have partial insomnia because my mind can't stop thinking of the 800 things I have to do--and if I am forgetting the 801st thing. (This also makes moving patients who have both weak arms and legs a particular challenge, when I begin longing for my pillow at 10 a.m.)
I have my clothes divided among suitcases and ready for travel to Columbia, Indy, India, and Ethiopia.
I have said some goodbyes, which haven't been fun. (I don't generally hate goodbyes because I don't generally get attached to just anyone. But if I'm particularly fond of you, much less love you dearly, I apologize that I'm not such a pretty crier. Never was, and never will be!)
I have eaten pretty much any sweet or junk food that sounds good, knowing that I'm going to be in Africa and India and will lose whatever weight I gain and more courtesy of the native diets.
I have not sold my car, so if you know anyone who is interested... call my dad because I just sent him an email giving him responsibility for this :)
And, lastly, a lists I made last summer near the end of my time in Delhi, so that you know I do sometimes have a soft spot for America:
"Things I Miss about America"
-People not using the bathroom on the sidewalk -Ham and beef and cereal -Oranges and apples and kiwis and strawberries -Christian roommates -Wearing shorts and tank tops -Being a total slob and being okay to go out -Tennis shoes and socks -American candy -Knowing any restaurant is (most likely) safe -Always having toilet paper and kleenexes, no matter what kind of place you are at -Tap water that is drinkable -Working out not being totally weird (for girls) -Other tall people -People who make me look tan -[My Afghan] Mama's food
Alright, this was the lamest post ever, but my closing eyes are not going to allow for creative editing and rewording. Just so you know, please don't expect another post until one that says "I'm getting on a plane!!" or "My second first day in Africa!" :) Thanks...and see you in 11-ish days...
No-really, just "Uff." Uff, life is busy/crazy/hectic.
Tomorrow is my last day of my fieldwork/internship. It's been lovely, as we've had two patients with quadriplegia join the team in the past two weeks, which makes a really fun and different learning experience for me. (For example, it takes 3 people to transfer one of these patients to a "shower wheelchair" from their power wheelchair--in the bathroom. And it is impossible for 5'8-9" me to squat in aforementioned shower for moving them, due to poor placement of the wall. Also, moving patients with quadriplegia is a great alternative for lunges, squats, and any other leg workout when you are any height, not to mention waaaay taller than their wheelchair.)
Ek hindustani dost (an Indian friend) is making lunch for my coworkers tomorrow as a fundraiser for my babies :) I'm excited to eat his mama's food. Indian moms' food is always the best. And I'm excited to see everyone else (or even just a few people) excited about my Indian babies.
I have 30 piles in my student house of what goes to what person and which house/city/country.
I have partial insomnia because my mind can't stop thinking of the 800 things I have to do--and if I am forgetting the 801st thing. (This also makes moving patients who have both weak arms and legs a particular challenge, when I begin longing for my pillow at 10 a.m.)
I have my clothes divided among suitcases and ready for travel to Columbia, Indy, India, and Ethiopia.
I have said some goodbyes, which haven't been fun. (I don't generally hate goodbyes because I don't generally get attached to just anyone. But if I'm particularly fond of you, much less love you dearly, I apologize that I'm not such a pretty crier. Never was, and never will be!)
I have eaten pretty much any sweet or junk food that sounds good, knowing that I'm going to be in Africa and India and will lose whatever weight I gain and more courtesy of the native diets.
I have not sold my car, so if you know anyone who is interested... call my dad because I just sent him an email giving him responsibility for this :)
And, lastly, a lists I made last summer near the end of my time in Delhi, so that you know I do sometimes have a soft spot for America:
"Things I Miss about America"
-People not using the bathroom on the sidewalk -Ham and beef and cereal -Oranges and apples and kiwis and strawberries -Christian roommates -Wearing shorts and tank tops -Being a total slob and being okay to go out -Tennis shoes and socks -American candy -Knowing any restaurant is (most likely) safe -Always having toilet paper and kleenexes, no matter what kind of place you are at -Tap water that is drinkable -Working out not being totally weird (for girls) -Other tall people -People who make me look tan -[My Afghan] Mama's food
Alright, this was the lamest post ever, but my closing eyes are not going to allow for creative editing and rewording. Just so you know, please don't expect another post until one that says "I'm getting on a plane!!" or "My second first day in Africa!" :) Thanks...and see you in 11-ish days...
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