Today I took my cast off and saw that my foot has developed a lovely, long black and blue mark along the length of it near my heel and ankle. When I press on the black and blue, it doesn’t hurt. That doesn’t surprise me, since I didn’t break my foot along that part. So why would it turn black and blue there? In a place where it didn’t break? Does anyone know?
And not only am I struggling to continue to understand problems with my foot, I am also struggling to adjust to my new Pill regimen. Since they don’t sell what I used in the States, I have to use a new brand here (Yasmin), which I have been on for two months. And MY.GOD. My emotions are all over the place. I have basically been waking up crying nearly every morning for a week and all day today–just little spurts of tears here and there. It’s like a twitch, really. You know the kind–where suddenly your foot jerks or your eye muscle convulses or a singular hiccup escapes. Except here, in my case, it’s an emotional twitch and I cry suddenly. And then, just as suddenly, it’s over.
Just now, for example, it happened again, which is why I decided to write. I was reading, if you can believe it, The Complete Idiot’s Guide to European History, and when I got to the part about defining a “city-state” I burst into tears. And so when I stopped and realized I was crying over a definition, I started laughing. And then Dennis’ mom called me as I started to write and I almost cried again when I heard her voice.
So as another day in Brazil draws to a close, I remain as emotionally unstable as I could be, and with a foot still curiously broken. Let’s hope tomorrow, Thanksgiving, will be somewhat better.