Sometimes you realize you are not at home.
I got sick about four weeks ago. It started when I taught at 7 in the morning and then I went to my Spanish class at ten and had to introduce myself and explain that I was teaching from 7-9, taking class from 10-1:30 and working from 2-8, and everyone in Chile, said "que??" Well I got out of class at 1:30 that day and my head was spinning, I thought I was gaining a migraine and as I walked to the metro for work, I knew I wouldn't make it. I had a few visions of romantic scenes of me fainting on the subway only to wake in a hospital with a lovely new Chilean stranger who carried me up the subway stairs and stayed with me. Then as the walk continued and the fantasy grew, as always, i remembered reality....I actually felt like i was about to faint. I knew that the ground was far away and I could faint in the crossroad and be killed by some crazy driver, I could fall into the metro tracks and that would be the end of me...and as my mind continued and I walked, I wondered, wha...