What a perfect morning this morning! We moved in Wednesday as planned and now it's Saturday evening. This morning I got up and took my coffee about 20 feet away to the edge of the path to the beach. Nice right? It's a short path, slightly sloping downwards, thru some what I think is iceplant, and then you are on the beach. Sam and Hazel ran down the path and Sam went straight for the water. They would run back up to me, and then off again in another direction. I just sipped my coffee and watched them and the waves. Then a huge cruise ship came into view from the south. Luckily I had my dad's telescope with me; just a small one, but works great. I looked thru it and could see the big ship perfectly...a floating apartment house ha ha! But at that end of the bay, on the south side, are the tuna rings, and always at least one big boat (ship?) hanging around, lots of times there are several. The ship past behind the big tuna rings, and then behind the big fishing vessel that was out there. I did notice that after the cruise ship passed it, the fishing boat turned so that it was facing the wake that had to be coming to it. I had been thinking about that wake as I watched the cruise ship come up behind it, so the fishing boat turning made perfect sense to me.
The tide was in and the waves were pretty good. Not huge or tall by any means, but would have been fun to be body surfing in, diving into as they hit, etc- oh yeah except like northern California where we come from, the water is frigid cold this time of year. So I just sat back and enjoyed the scene. Bathrobe and pajamas, coffee in hand, warm sun- it was about 8:30, and my silly doggys running up and down the beach. Had a nice talk with the universe, expressed my gratitude about my life, our life, and this nice turn of events...meaning this new place.
Our first morning was Thursday morning and it went alot like this morning. I took my coffee outside, sat at the head of the path and watched the ocean. The tide was going that morning, the sky was blue, it was warm and I felt great. What a relief because I woke up Wednesday morning with one of my lovely (fucking) migraines. I had panic attacks during the nite, so when I opened my eyes to blinding pain in the morning I was not surprised. But we thought the telephone guy was coming between 8-4, and I thought with my luck he'll come at 8am & I'll miss him (it was my job to be out here for him while Everardo finished packing the trailer. So I took what I could, including Sam & Hazel and came down here. I took an otc (over the counter) migraine pill when I first woke up but it did nothing. I started putting things away but felt awful. Everardo showed up a little while later, took one look at me and said get in the truck- we're going to the doctor to get you a shot. I didn't want to because after the shot I sleep for hours, but I gave in after about 3 seconds ha ha! The doctor in Maneadero was not in yet, so we went to 3 other pharmacies but no doctor yet. So Everardo said ok lets go up to Ensenada, and off we went. They have these pharmacies called Similaries and they have a doctor for consult connected to them That's the type we tried to go to in Maneadero as well. He stopped at one just inside Ensenada, no doctor but the woman working in there said she could give shots. OK! At this point I was actually crying, thought I was going to puke, but I didn't....ha ha the pain from that will kill you!
Then she gave me a pill from "her personal stash" because they didn't have any in the store- this was after asking and finidng out I had the panic attacks. She said it would help me calm down and I should go right home to bed. Well that was already the plan. She broke the pill into 4 pieces and told me to take one piece now and if when I woke up that nite I started having a panic attack to take another piece and save the other 2 for next time..."because there would be a next time"...She had already given me the shot...I an now the shot queen....Mexico is shot capital of the world I think... or maybe it's just the US who charges the most and gives the least when it comes to health care.....so I took the tiny piece, we went home and I slept for about 8 hours. Got up, ate a little, googled the pill, went back to bed and woke up on Thursday feeling great!
Ok I just spent 5 minutes trying to find the name of the pill she gave me, but I can't remember what it is....it ended in a "pan" Anyway I did know the name the other day, and it said it was for treating anxiety. It also said it needed to be used only short term, like 2-3 weeks because it can be come addictive- ha ha for me addictive!! Just what I need. I always look up any drug I'm given here, and now I wonder why I didn't do that in the US! I looked back at my posts to find the info I had collected about my migraines last time, and it seemed they came 3-4 months apart. Well in 2013 anyway... I had them May, August and Nov. Because of this blog I had written it down in 2012, but only once since I started the blog in April or May and I had a migraine in the summer. Anyway what I found out then was they were always (ALWAYS) preceded by a panic attack. I always thought I had just one or two migraines a year, and maybe that was true and it just increased over time, or maybe increased do to a new stress level of living in another country- maybe an unconscious stress that showed itself in the attack+migraine. I mean I do remember sometimes wearing my sunglasses in the house when I had a bad headache, but that memory is when I was still drinking...so I don't know...I didn't have them as a kid or anything.
So- no more negative migraine conversation because I'm feeling so good about this place. I wasn't crazy about it at first, a small mobile home, pretty beat up on the outside, well and a little beat up on the inside as well. But area rugs hide, a shelve or a picture, it's all coming together. There are still bins all over the place; this is the smallest place we've been, but it might be the best...it's...cozy..feels warm. All the blue is, well alot of blue, but my wonderful hubby has painted 3 different shelves/bookcases and about to paint a wall, purple for me. This is definitely the smallest place I've ever lived in, that includes apartments and condos, but it's ok. 2 bedrooms & 2 bathrooms both with showers, a tiny kitchen, an eating area and a living room that has a couch, a love seat and then 2 chairs at the mouth, so it's all we need. And my private joke- oh boy I can see the kitchen (well the corner of it) from my bed if I lean way over. Lile that one house I rented for 6 months when I first got divorced in 2006...it had a huge living room and bedrooms behind it, but the "master" and I put quotes cause only my bed & dresser fit was off the kitchen. I could see the fridge! For a food love like me, well it was just funny. But it was a big square kitchen so I put my elliptical in it to balance things out a little.
Back to this place....I love NOT having to go downstairs to make coffee when I wake up, or to let the dogs out! The kitchen is right thru the wall the couch I'm sitting on is against, and I can hear Poppi making us some dinner...yippee...he's like a camel, he can go all day and not eat or drink (well he does like a coke), and me, I want to snack all day, (and then complain about being chubby, go to zumba)...Oh wait- I LOVE zumba! My first experience with zumba was when I went to that boot camp in Utah after finishing chemo/radiation. I had felt like I was broken, that I would never be strong again, so I went. In a weird way, it saved me. Now it was hugely expensive, but for me, at the time, it was the way. I think I had a broken spirit to go along with my broken body. Anyway- I fell in love with zumba! When I got back, after a few months I met Everardo and he went to the gym faithfully and talked me into a membership- I got it thru some promotion at Costco- but oh boy- they had zumba.
I went all last week, and it killed me after not going for months. Then this week, we were moving, I had a migraine, I jus didn't even go once. But come Monday- I will be there with bells on! And it will help with my Spanish too!
Well, the telephone guy never did come on Wed, but he came first thing Thurs, and late in the afternoon the Dish guys called and they came too. Yeah- Everardo's plan to move it down here, put it up and then move it around with me looking at the tv...yeah didn't work ha ha. On Thursday we also went back to the pink house and made sure we got everything, Then Irka, the bitch who rented us the place sends me an email Thurs nite to say "I assume you are vacating tomorrow. Please drop off the key, under my mat if I am not at home." No thank you, no pleasure doing business, no nada. So I replied "ok" and that was it. Easy for her- she kept $100 for cleaning! After I told her it was not clean when we moved in. After I had asked her to do a walk thru with me, she said oh you do it, and then I sent her a list and asked again for a walk thru. And she did not even ask the devil for refund of the "access fees" we paid, and she took another $50 from us to refund her! Bitch! Ok well lesson learned-
Happy to be away from her! I almost hope she calls me for the electric bill when it comes in the middle of Feb..they are 2 months here. Then I can laugh in her face. She lives down to her reputation all right!
So we are here, the dogs are very happy, and so are we. I think that's all for now cause dinner is ready! Viva!
The tide was in and the waves were pretty good. Not huge or tall by any means, but would have been fun to be body surfing in, diving into as they hit, etc- oh yeah except like northern California where we come from, the water is frigid cold this time of year. So I just sat back and enjoyed the scene. Bathrobe and pajamas, coffee in hand, warm sun- it was about 8:30, and my silly doggys running up and down the beach. Had a nice talk with the universe, expressed my gratitude about my life, our life, and this nice turn of events...meaning this new place.
Our first morning was Thursday morning and it went alot like this morning. I took my coffee outside, sat at the head of the path and watched the ocean. The tide was going that morning, the sky was blue, it was warm and I felt great. What a relief because I woke up Wednesday morning with one of my lovely (fucking) migraines. I had panic attacks during the nite, so when I opened my eyes to blinding pain in the morning I was not surprised. But we thought the telephone guy was coming between 8-4, and I thought with my luck he'll come at 8am & I'll miss him (it was my job to be out here for him while Everardo finished packing the trailer. So I took what I could, including Sam & Hazel and came down here. I took an otc (over the counter) migraine pill when I first woke up but it did nothing. I started putting things away but felt awful. Everardo showed up a little while later, took one look at me and said get in the truck- we're going to the doctor to get you a shot. I didn't want to because after the shot I sleep for hours, but I gave in after about 3 seconds ha ha! The doctor in Maneadero was not in yet, so we went to 3 other pharmacies but no doctor yet. So Everardo said ok lets go up to Ensenada, and off we went. They have these pharmacies called Similaries and they have a doctor for consult connected to them That's the type we tried to go to in Maneadero as well. He stopped at one just inside Ensenada, no doctor but the woman working in there said she could give shots. OK! At this point I was actually crying, thought I was going to puke, but I didn't....ha ha the pain from that will kill you!
Then she gave me a pill from "her personal stash" because they didn't have any in the store- this was after asking and finidng out I had the panic attacks. She said it would help me calm down and I should go right home to bed. Well that was already the plan. She broke the pill into 4 pieces and told me to take one piece now and if when I woke up that nite I started having a panic attack to take another piece and save the other 2 for next time..."because there would be a next time"...She had already given me the shot...I an now the shot queen....Mexico is shot capital of the world I think... or maybe it's just the US who charges the most and gives the least when it comes to health care.....so I took the tiny piece, we went home and I slept for about 8 hours. Got up, ate a little, googled the pill, went back to bed and woke up on Thursday feeling great!
Ok I just spent 5 minutes trying to find the name of the pill she gave me, but I can't remember what it is....it ended in a "pan" Anyway I did know the name the other day, and it said it was for treating anxiety. It also said it needed to be used only short term, like 2-3 weeks because it can be come addictive- ha ha for me addictive!! Just what I need. I always look up any drug I'm given here, and now I wonder why I didn't do that in the US! I looked back at my posts to find the info I had collected about my migraines last time, and it seemed they came 3-4 months apart. Well in 2013 anyway... I had them May, August and Nov. Because of this blog I had written it down in 2012, but only once since I started the blog in April or May and I had a migraine in the summer. Anyway what I found out then was they were always (ALWAYS) preceded by a panic attack. I always thought I had just one or two migraines a year, and maybe that was true and it just increased over time, or maybe increased do to a new stress level of living in another country- maybe an unconscious stress that showed itself in the attack+migraine. I mean I do remember sometimes wearing my sunglasses in the house when I had a bad headache, but that memory is when I was still drinking...so I don't know...I didn't have them as a kid or anything.
So- no more negative migraine conversation because I'm feeling so good about this place. I wasn't crazy about it at first, a small mobile home, pretty beat up on the outside, well and a little beat up on the inside as well. But area rugs hide, a shelve or a picture, it's all coming together. There are still bins all over the place; this is the smallest place we've been, but it might be the best...it's...cozy..feels warm. All the blue is, well alot of blue, but my wonderful hubby has painted 3 different shelves/bookcases and about to paint a wall, purple for me. This is definitely the smallest place I've ever lived in, that includes apartments and condos, but it's ok. 2 bedrooms & 2 bathrooms both with showers, a tiny kitchen, an eating area and a living room that has a couch, a love seat and then 2 chairs at the mouth, so it's all we need. And my private joke- oh boy I can see the kitchen (well the corner of it) from my bed if I lean way over. Lile that one house I rented for 6 months when I first got divorced in 2006...it had a huge living room and bedrooms behind it, but the "master" and I put quotes cause only my bed & dresser fit was off the kitchen. I could see the fridge! For a food love like me, well it was just funny. But it was a big square kitchen so I put my elliptical in it to balance things out a little.
Back to this place....I love NOT having to go downstairs to make coffee when I wake up, or to let the dogs out! The kitchen is right thru the wall the couch I'm sitting on is against, and I can hear Poppi making us some dinner...yippee...he's like a camel, he can go all day and not eat or drink (well he does like a coke), and me, I want to snack all day, (and then complain about being chubby, go to zumba)...Oh wait- I LOVE zumba! My first experience with zumba was when I went to that boot camp in Utah after finishing chemo/radiation. I had felt like I was broken, that I would never be strong again, so I went. In a weird way, it saved me. Now it was hugely expensive, but for me, at the time, it was the way. I think I had a broken spirit to go along with my broken body. Anyway- I fell in love with zumba! When I got back, after a few months I met Everardo and he went to the gym faithfully and talked me into a membership- I got it thru some promotion at Costco- but oh boy- they had zumba.
I went all last week, and it killed me after not going for months. Then this week, we were moving, I had a migraine, I jus didn't even go once. But come Monday- I will be there with bells on! And it will help with my Spanish too!
Well, the telephone guy never did come on Wed, but he came first thing Thurs, and late in the afternoon the Dish guys called and they came too. Yeah- Everardo's plan to move it down here, put it up and then move it around with me looking at the tv...yeah didn't work ha ha. On Thursday we also went back to the pink house and made sure we got everything, Then Irka, the bitch who rented us the place sends me an email Thurs nite to say "I assume you are vacating tomorrow. Please drop off the key, under my mat if I am not at home." No thank you, no pleasure doing business, no nada. So I replied "ok" and that was it. Easy for her- she kept $100 for cleaning! After I told her it was not clean when we moved in. After I had asked her to do a walk thru with me, she said oh you do it, and then I sent her a list and asked again for a walk thru. And she did not even ask the devil for refund of the "access fees" we paid, and she took another $50 from us to refund her! Bitch! Ok well lesson learned-
Happy to be away from her! I almost hope she calls me for the electric bill when it comes in the middle of Feb..they are 2 months here. Then I can laugh in her face. She lives down to her reputation all right!
So we are here, the dogs are very happy, and so are we. I think that's all for now cause dinner is ready! Viva!
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