Cabin Fever

Literally. The temperature has been consistently above 100 this week, and I've been losing my $#@!.

When I woke up to the rain this morning it was like the fever was breaking. I'm finally relieved and rational enough to blog about it.

From past blogs, you'll note, coming back was not so fun, and I was/am having some adjustment issues. I've been sick on and off probably since March, and so upon my return Dr. Sevinj asked me to come in for some tests.

Dr. Sevinj is a rock star. But having a camera attached to a tube shoved down your throat is never fun.

So when I got the meds she prescribed me, I was relieved. Only to be afflicted by fever and nausea and vomiting on the first day of taking them.

These symptoms suck anyway, but when your body temperature matches the temperature outside, and the only relief you have is a fan and ice cubes...life sucks. The minutes just creep by...leaving me to lie in bed and either a) watch the entire Human Planet series (which is bomb and I'm obsessed with by the way) or b) stress out and worry about your future and your life and your friends (who either seem terriby far away, or are dealing with their own kind of crazy). When I wasn't doing a, I was doing b. And repeat.

I was lucky in that it passed, and now the 6 pill a day regimen I'm on for the next 11 days doesn't seem like a death sentence. (I swear these drugs were still manufactured by the devil - until they actually work. Then I'll get back to you). So I went out yesterday (because my home, once a place of sanctuary, started to seem like a prison. The little trinkets and reminders of home seemed to mock me, saying "You're not here! Nah nah nah nah nah nah!" And the GMAT book just looked so big...), went to Zaqatala to see friends which was exactly what I needed.

I now understand how they say loneliness can legitimately affect your health, and make you lose your mind. Solitary confinement anyone?

Though yesterday had its own kind of crazy, when first off, I apparently realized I'm a VERY interesting person, because I discovered some strange rumors floating around about me. One I won't get into for personal reasons, the other, I discovered from a neighbor girl on the way home.

Girl: "Sen kocurubsen?" (Meaning literally, "Have you moved?" In AZ, when this is asked to a girl, it means, "Have you moved into your husband's home?"
Me: "WHAT?!" (and here I'll switch to English because I don't know how to type Azeri characters).
Girl: "Yes, did you get married? I have heard this."
Me: "Uhh, nooo...not that I know of. Still single!" (I say with a helpless sort of shrug)

I'm assuming (hoping) that this is just a misinterpretation of "Stephanie went to America for a wedding." But you never really know...

Fortunately, the cabin fever/depression went from bouts of sobbing on Weds/Thurs, and hit the point of absurdity with these rumors, so now it all just seems funny.

Also, it's cooler, and somehow that's inspired me to take a rainy day work day and actually figure some stuff out in regards to grad school. Productivity. Always a good distraction.

This is also a good distraction, and will give you sort of an idea about how I've been feeling lately.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-bbbQDjkTY

I don't know why there are subtitles...