I find myself staring at a bowl of cereal at 5:30 am trying to decided if I am able to eat any of it? I have to be at work by 6 am , and I know that the only thing that I can do right now is to go back to bed. I am feeling funny and the nagging headache does not leave me alone.
"It must be from yesterday," I tell myself. I had to rush back to school to drop off couple of stupid papers so that the school fascist administration, thats what I call them, does not pull me out of my rotations. It was hot out there I had to drive in the worst time of the day, and run around between buildings and yeah I got dehydrated. The whole dehydration thing is new to me, but has been happening a lot lately. So much that I have become Heat-o-phobic , the worst part is the debilitating headaches and my ever increasing hesitance to take any medication, ironic I know but you study them enough you begin to resent them as much as I do.
I head back to bed and wait until it becomes 6 am and I leave a message for people at work to let them know that I will not be coming, not that they care nor will be needing me. I am an extra body anyways, I have to call them to remind them that I do exist.
By 12:30 pm I drag myself out of the bed, eat something get into the car and drive myself to my parents house. At first I am hesitant to go, my mom might think that I got kicked out and get disappointed. I think that makes me a perfect Persian kid , between death and disappointing my mom I prefer the former rather than the later. I have no idea how do I do the drive, but I am at my parents doorstep some 45 minutes later. And tell my surprised mom that I did not go to work today and head to my room. Six hours later I get up and go to kitchen, my mom tells me that the dehydration should be the result of my low blood iron.
The other day I read somewhere : "In U.S you might live a better life than Iran, but you will die alone. In Iran you will never be left alone even in your death. " Good thing I brought My Iran with me to the U.S , my family does not leave me alone even in my death.
Other than the recurring dehydration episodes, life is lovely. There is a deep seated happiness inside of me these days, that has become a part of me even in the darkest of moments.
I have become a regular this European Cafe' that has really good salads and free wi-fi , and a patio. I go there and sometimes when my best friend is online I describe the other customers to her and we make up stories about their life. And from there I can walk to my favorite chocolatier in the world. I am going to buy their assorted handmade Artisan whatever chocolate box for my aunt. Whom I am going to see this coming August after so many year in yet one of my many adventures, I have bought two mascaras for my other aunt who will be there too and will not be caught dead without eye make up even after having two kids.
I am most likely going to skip the party tomorrow night, since "A" did not responded to my text message. I need a sober driver and all these years he has been the one who drives me to parties, buys me drinks and then sits in a corner and starts conversations with random strangers and tells them the story of his life. He has been having family issues or something like that lately and flat out ignores me. I am on the lookout for a new sober driver who can drive me around to parties and does not like to party himself.
Happiness is having a job which you like, guarantees you a good salary and not that many people are crazy about. It is the awesomely fresh salads at the European cafe' in downtown and the box of chocolate that you will buy for your aunt and know that she will have everybody indulge in it with her along with some tea. Happiness is the best friend that is there through it all. And the mother who will remind you that you will not be left alone even in your death. Happiness is the sober driver who will always stay one and nothing more...
"It must be from yesterday," I tell myself. I had to rush back to school to drop off couple of stupid papers so that the school fascist administration, thats what I call them, does not pull me out of my rotations. It was hot out there I had to drive in the worst time of the day, and run around between buildings and yeah I got dehydrated. The whole dehydration thing is new to me, but has been happening a lot lately. So much that I have become Heat-o-phobic , the worst part is the debilitating headaches and my ever increasing hesitance to take any medication, ironic I know but you study them enough you begin to resent them as much as I do.
I head back to bed and wait until it becomes 6 am and I leave a message for people at work to let them know that I will not be coming, not that they care nor will be needing me. I am an extra body anyways, I have to call them to remind them that I do exist.
By 12:30 pm I drag myself out of the bed, eat something get into the car and drive myself to my parents house. At first I am hesitant to go, my mom might think that I got kicked out and get disappointed. I think that makes me a perfect Persian kid , between death and disappointing my mom I prefer the former rather than the later. I have no idea how do I do the drive, but I am at my parents doorstep some 45 minutes later. And tell my surprised mom that I did not go to work today and head to my room. Six hours later I get up and go to kitchen, my mom tells me that the dehydration should be the result of my low blood iron.
The other day I read somewhere : "In U.S you might live a better life than Iran, but you will die alone. In Iran you will never be left alone even in your death. " Good thing I brought My Iran with me to the U.S , my family does not leave me alone even in my death.
Other than the recurring dehydration episodes, life is lovely. There is a deep seated happiness inside of me these days, that has become a part of me even in the darkest of moments.
I have become a regular this European Cafe' that has really good salads and free wi-fi , and a patio. I go there and sometimes when my best friend is online I describe the other customers to her and we make up stories about their life. And from there I can walk to my favorite chocolatier in the world. I am going to buy their assorted handmade Artisan whatever chocolate box for my aunt. Whom I am going to see this coming August after so many year in yet one of my many adventures, I have bought two mascaras for my other aunt who will be there too and will not be caught dead without eye make up even after having two kids.
I am most likely going to skip the party tomorrow night, since "A" did not responded to my text message. I need a sober driver and all these years he has been the one who drives me to parties, buys me drinks and then sits in a corner and starts conversations with random strangers and tells them the story of his life. He has been having family issues or something like that lately and flat out ignores me. I am on the lookout for a new sober driver who can drive me around to parties and does not like to party himself.
Happiness is having a job which you like, guarantees you a good salary and not that many people are crazy about. It is the awesomely fresh salads at the European cafe' in downtown and the box of chocolate that you will buy for your aunt and know that she will have everybody indulge in it with her along with some tea. Happiness is the best friend that is there through it all. And the mother who will remind you that you will not be left alone even in your death. Happiness is the sober driver who will always stay one and nothing more...
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hope U r doing better now. . . at least headache-wise, as evidently everything else is going well :)
I didn't know anemia could cause easy dehydration, better watch out myself ;)
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