Week 4

The doctor stands before me, his hands messy from the snack he just finished eating and his posture suggestive of an anxiousness to get home. These behaviors do little to assure me that his apathy will not impede upon his diagnosis of my current condition. 

Without transportation it is difficult to get anywhere, let alone find a walk-in medical clinic. The bus takes me to the general area of where I need to go, but I still have to walk myself, stomach pangs and all, half a mile down the road. This does little to justify the situation because I am immediately sent to the hospital where blood work can be done, because abdominal pain is slightly more serious. At least I got to take my very first taxi ride.

This brings me back to where I started. 

The needle gores my arm, sliding into the most appetizing looking vein. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling full-aware of the sterility that suffocates me in this hospital bed. I imagine the blood seeping from my arm like a high-pressured hose spattering everything in sight. I look down and find it gently dripping out, my horrific, creative thought destroyed. The blood has been drawn and now it is time to hook up an IV. The administering of this intravenous drip has left me feeling quite hysterical. It's not because of what is being put into my body but rather because of the situation in which I find myself. One moment I'm shooting billiards and the next moment I have a saline drip with a pepcid cocktail rushing through my veins. It made me laugh, which probably concerned the doctors even more.

So I have inflammation of the stomach. No alcohol, caffeine, spicy foods or smoking. Sounds healthy to me. Regardless, this was definitely the most interesting part of my week.

Work is slow, the guests minimal and the campground vacancy extreme. It should pick up again this weekend. I get awfully tired of just standing around waiting to assist someone. At Disney you assist, not help. Helping implies that they have a problem or perhaps a handicap that is hindering them from whatever it is that they are inquiring about. I guess this could be true, but hopefully the managers don't sick you like dogs if you jumble up your words a bit.

I am working a lot this week. In fact this is my busiest week since the week that I trained for this position. But like I said, busy doesn't always mean truly busy. It means "on the clock." At least I start late today.

Oh, I lost my ID card, the golden ticket to the private residence in which I live and the never-expiring bus pass around Disney property. $50 to replace. Not very pleased! I guess that's how it goes.

I have no pictures this week, sorry!

-D