So I woke up the next morning after taking my meds feeling all peaceful. Rhianna left and I was looking forward to starting on my own. That night there was a sudden change in my condition as I found myself doubled over grabbing at my stomach to try to alleve the burning sensation coming from within. I had no idea where it came from or how to make it go away. All I knew is that something felt like it was ripping me up. So, Saturday morning, back to the doctor I go. Turns out that the antibiotics he gave me was soo super strong (never asked if i had a sensitive stomach or anything) and it was causing this extreme inflammation and burning. He prescribed antacids and pebtobismol (joy, more drugs) to stop the effects.
Eve more of a doosy was that I had already dragged half my shit to my new apartment and called to set up a time to bring my other stuff since Saturday was move in day. When I called, the wife of the guy who offered the apartment to me told me in broken spanish that it was no longer being rented and that she was sorry. So with this incredible pain i dragged my ass to the apartment and banged on the door to find out what the hell was going on. Mind you, the guy who allowed me to stay in the other apartment was back and the minute he stepped in he began smoking and drinking and his friends were over. I was in no condition to be in that environment and wanted to leave ASAP. Anyway, got to the door and Priya came out and began apologizing about the situation. Turns out that the girl living their before me was leaving before her contract was over which was why i was able to move in. she told me that i would pay her for the 10 days she already paid for in february and i would pay priya the rest of the month. we spoke about this in front of priya and everything seemed to be fine. well, i guess priya didnt quite understand being that english was his second language and got pissed because he wanted me to pay him the full month and for marcarla to have also paid her full time which meant he got double dibs. when he realized thats not what was happening he got angry and decided not to rent the apartment anymore. he didnt blame me but felt it might be good for his famly to have some alone time for a few months. i was devastated. not because i wanted to live their so badly. (i actally was having a lot of reservations because something about this priya guy threw me off.. but i couldnt find anything else). but now i had to get out of that other apartment and had no where else to go.
i walked around feeling completely helpless and out of control and once again began questioning why i was there. i cried and it felt super good. francisco, in his drunken stupr (since he got home at 6:30 in the morning from partying) even told me that even though its difficult now, im here because i dont have the same barriers as when im at home to take time for mysef and do what i want. that helped me a bit and i gathered myself together and pain in stomach and all headed for Jack{s for some lunch.
at jacks i became friendly with one of the local waitresses and we agreed to get together and hang out. she then introduced me to alfredo who happens to be an american living in cusco for a year and teaching yoga twice a day. it was the same yoga class i have tried to search for and failed terribly when i couldnt figure out the directions. it was great. we spoke for two hours and then he showed me his apartent which doubles as his studio and he offered for em to teach there (being that he is a yogi i got very excited but after much time with him i realized he is very chaotic adn all over the place.. but super sweet) he offered for me to stay in his apartment, he has 2 rooms, but i knew immediately it wasnt an option (on sunday he ended up coming to see how i was feeing since i ooked like shit) (((and as im writing this he stopped by and invited em to join him for a missionary group of singing with new age church people.. oi)))
anyway... still in pain after that i left him and met with me friend from the vipassa group. turns out that when i went on friday night this guy was there who i danced with several times at salsa club but never exchanged names.. and this was him. he invited me to dinner the next night and when i told him i needed an apartment he decided to help me look around. when we couldnt find anything him and his friend, hector, who i met dancing as well, helped me move my bags from the apartment to a hotel. then we went for veggie food and talked about vipassana (in spanish!) almicar offered to meet me sunday to help me again.
sunday morning, after sleeping only a handful of hours and still feeling stomach burning, i woke up and looked through a cusco newspaper that offers apartments. i found one ad i english, called and met the landlord. from that point my luck began to change. the apartment was better than anything i could imagine. ok, its 3 bedrooms and its nly me, but i can solve that easily. for 300 i have fridge, microwave, 24 hours of hot water, internet, loft style apartment, great windows, warmth and huge living room space. done deal. i then moved out of the hotel by12 and into a hostel for the night (didnt feel like paying 30 for shit) and now i wait until tomorrow moring when i mve in.
damn this was a long and tiresome story. no humor in it.. as you can tell.. right now, dont have the wherewithal to actually try to make these sentences coherent. maybe ill come back and fix it later. for now, i have to go back to sleep. this has been a lazy day (excet for the frist 4 hours).
