Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Long time no see!!!

It's been a looong time since my last entry. Maybe all my regular visitors are already tired of visiting my blog without finding anything new. Well, this is the right moment to update the world about my life.


On December 13th I finally finished my teacher training studies. I sat for my last subject with a nervous breakdown which (thank God) nobody tried to do anything about. I was REALLY nervous and one of my anxiety attacks decided to appear at the very moment in which my teacher put the papers on my desk. I couldn't read anything! My eyes started to leak, and in a matter of seconds I was crying as a baby. It was a mixture of anxiety attack and impotence for having a sinking feeling that I was useless. I couldn't write because my hands didn't want to move, but I couldn't run away either, because my legs refused to. It's funny that today I can recall everything so vividly!


Yes, I'm crazy. Last year was a difficult one for me. It took me ages to keep up with all the hard work, but by the end of the year, when I was preparing my portfolio, I was amazed by my own capacities. My portfolio, by the way, was the element of my pride.


I have to thank many people, and I've been doing it via mail. However, THANK YOU everyone!!! From my classmates and language teacher, to all the people who supported me every way they could. As I already said, this was my achievement, but it was yours as well.



My birthday was as perfect as I dreamt it, having lunch with my relatives and dinner with the selected group I wanted. For the first time in years I had the chance to decide about the number of people. It was intimate, but it got crazy fun with my brothers and a putative brother throwing a karaoke show especially for me and my closest school friends, we were laughing and enjoying ourselves until 8.00 a.m.!

It was a real honour that my onion/inspiring Charlie came to my house (onion because many times when I was in his class I cried A LOT; inspiring, because my dream is to become the extraordinary encyclopedia that he is... when I grow up).


For Christmas and New Year's eve, I can gladly say that The Romanos had almost normal celebrations, with only a hint of a discussion over the holidays between my parents (which ended when both of them got slightly drunk). Shame on them! Mainly because their children were unexpectedly sober. In the end, the karaoke singing with my strange version of 'Strangers in the night' finished the work of wiping away every possible negative air at The Romanos house.


January. I was supposed to go to Mar del Plata with my son and my parents, but my sickly jealous husband did a great job burning my mind with guilt. So, when the bags, the bucket and toys were already in the car... another anxiety attack! I couldn't go out of my house. In fact, the sleeping pills I took the previous night made their effect on me when I said I wouldn't go. The last time I slept 24 hours in a row I was coming back from Bariloche in my 17s!


From December 14th until January 17th I was sick from amigdalitis, taking antibiotics every damned day with the only exception of one week. In other words...I've been sick for a month! On January 17th I finally got my 'throat balls' removed!!! My doctor asked me to check in at 9.30 a.m. and so I did. My mother, my husband and my son were there with me. Some minutes later my husband's mother was also there and an old friend from school. I was coming and going in my pijamas...nervous. At some point I asked my mother to find out the time in which I was supposed to have my surgery. A nice nurse told us that my name was on the board...at 12.00 p.m.! Why? Why is it that they asked me to go that early? Anyway, at 12.10 p.m. a short lady came and asked me to leave everything in the room... my glasses also. I said: 'Ok! But you'll have to lead my way because I cannot see anything...and the nurse only smiled at me with an incredulous face.

What a painfull post-surgery! The ones who know me couldn't believe that I was literally MUTE, and I've been mute for more than a week. My dear sis Chezika had the great idea of giving me as a gift for the day of my surgery... A MINNIE MOUSE'S MAGIC BOARD! Sadly enough...my handwriting is not as sharp as my mouth. My husband took advantage of the situation and made my post-surgery days a little bit...difficult. He could do whatever he wanted because by the time I finished writing what I wanted to scream...he was already two blocks away from home.
Anyway, those are the news so far, I'll try to write more often.
Until then...GOOD BYE!