To: Lance
I was wondering if there was an Action Plan in place for whatever it is that may (or may not) happen next in regards to our case. It's not easy for me to take a step back when I have been purposefully making a pest of myself, but I believe if I knew the possible outcomes as you perceive them it would be easier for me to let go for a little while.
I need something occupy myself while I am stuck waiting (im)patiently once again, so if you have a list of documents that I should retrieve or some other feats of amazing cognitive ability that need to be performed, please let me know.
I will be seeing my psychiatrist again week after next, so hopefully she can help me locate my mind if I have lost it by then. :)
Deza
After a few days had passed without a response, I started working on my worst case scenario plan of action: moving to Mexico. I can honestly say that I don't want to move. I don't want to live in a country where I'm sure to suffer through moderate to severe bouts of IBS for the rest of my natural life since my food diary points to fried foods as one potential trigger. I don't want to live where I'm certain to stand out like a sore thumb and potentially put my family in danger because of my blatant whiteness. It won't be safe for me to go out by myself or with Ashley, and Alberto is gone from 4 am to 7 pm without taking any days off. I'm sure that he would start taking a day off here and there if Ashley and I were there, but I don't know what our living arrangement would be. Currently Alberto is sharing a house with Cana (Roscio and their daughter) and I tell you here and now that there is no way in hell I will live in the same house as that man after all the damage he has caused. La Comadre says that the lady who is renting out the lower level of their house in Neza is moving out near the end of September, which would be ideal, but the Comadre doesn't think Alberto will want to move there since he will have to pay $2200 pesos a month in rent.
On the flip side, I don't want to live in my parent's house anymore. I don't like never having time alone in the house with just Ashley and I. John and Carol very seldomly go anywhere will all their kids. Kay always want to tag along with us whenever I want to go for a walk with just Ashley, and she gets jealous when we run errands. I refuse to take Kay with me because she is not my child and her attitude gets on my nerves very quickly. On top of that the boys have gotten rather attached to me, it seems they get more attention from me then they do from either of their parents. I guess it's difficult to have more than one child, I just wish that I had the opportunity to find that out for myself.
The logistics of an international move is mind boggling. I need to fix the car so I can drive it down to Mexico, figure out who will do the majority of the driving since I'm only good for short stints, make a list of what I need to bring and what I can sell or toss, and then determine how it is we are going to survive in Mexico. Alberto seems to think that he can support us with the business and that I won't have to work, but I'll have to talk to my expat friends to learn what everyone does to get by. My list of things to buy now includes a laptop, a portable 1TB hard-drive, a Kindle with 3G, and the biggest bottle of aspirin money can buy. Lord know how my head will continue to be connected to my body when trying to work through all this information. Maybe I should add in a few self-help books, yoga DVDs, and a how-to guide for primary scream therapy.
Ciao
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