Monthly Archives: May 2012

Recovering.

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Hi! I’m back from the land of unconsciousness. If there was any doubt about something weird happening to me, let me tell you that immediately after the surgery, the doctor asked my mum whether I was Uruguayan. It seems that I woke up speaking in English!! The doctor said I’d answer “I don’t understand” to everything they told me. I didn’t do what they asked me to do until they addressed me in English… now, take your own conclusions.

Now, that I’m fully conscious I can’t pay much attention to anything, either Spanish or English. I have loads of books to read (in English), magazines (in Spanish); the TV (which sucks by the way); even many kind visitors to keep me company; but I can’t focus on anything for more than two minutes. I thought I’d be writing or at least editing a lot since I have so much time to spare, but it hasn’t happened. My whole day goes away watching the time to see when I have to take which medicine. Fortunately, after an ugly, ugly experience with the sedatives in hospital, pain hasn’t been an issue; I mean, it hasn’t been anything I haven’t experienced before.

Nobody has been able to make my modem work so I’m kind of electronically isolated; but today  my godson, who lives next door, lent me his netbook with internet access for a while and I got some distraction.

I was really worried about the evolution of my knee, not knowing whether to call the doctor or not. At last I did and I’m taking antibiotics. My leg is not that swollen now and the bruise that spread from my ankle to my groin is much smaller.All in all, I think everything is going fine. I have 9 more days of convalescence. The nightmare of rehabilitation lays ahead.

I know most of the loving people who have been around me supporting me in any imaginable way can’t speak English; but I want to thank them here from the bottom of my heart anyway. They happen to love me in spite of my weirdness, so they’ll understand. I hope I’ll be able to write something more for Akashic Record before I get out of bed and into life again.

It seems it’s for real now!

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It seems I’m finally getting my knee surgery this Friday. I’m soooo scared!!!!! I wish I were someone else. Someone with more guts and endurance. I imagine I’ll be a pain for everybody around me and that hurts me as much as the thought of how much real pain I’m going to go through. And there are those things I couldn’t organize or fix yet… Oh, lord! hold me tight!

Ups! They did it again.

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I’ve had this on my mind for several weeks now but I haven’t had the chance to write it down, so  maybe, it doesn’t carry the mix of outrage, annoyance, and stubbornness (does this word actually exist?) I felt when I read the papers at the newsstands.  Anyway, today’s been a looong, crappy day at the trench trying to model a better bunch of citizens for our future glory and wellfare; so it was either watching a movie to cry my heart out or plug my headphones to Glee’s “Give up the funk” non stop till they do their magic. Meanwhile, I’ll speak my mind up.

The raffles for the OG football competition in London ended up with us playing against the host… again. It seems that having won 2 golden medals, being America’s last champion, and being 3rd in the FIFA ranking doesn’t make us worthy enough to be head of a series… or is it that we are too few TV watchers, too poor to be treated fairly, at least once? So, here we are again, playing against the odds, with a host who won’t forget that tiny error the Uruguayan referee did in South Africa which costed England the world championship.  (By the way, is there a chance of fair play at any raffle related with football?)

On the other hand, I can understand how annoying we can be. They just can’t get rid of us! We’ve been spoiling the high and mighty’s fun since the first couple of  beggars, criminals and illiterates arrived to this harbour to start our glorious history as a nation. At this point you should take into consideration that these people weren’t Anglo-Saxon criminals like the ones who arrived in Australia… these were Latino.  And believe me, every single Uruguayan is born with the conviction that we should better be someone else! (I mean… I can’t make myself write in my mother tongue!) We just don’t like others telling it to us, or messing around with our national religion… football. (Probably, 4 out of 10 folk songs have football as their inspiration.)

With a number of 3 million, nobody can explain certain events in our history. Two hundred years ago, the Spanish couldn’t keep us as a colony and the English, the Argentinians, the Brazilians, couldn’t conquer us either, a bunch of poverty-stricken cattleherds . I could keep on listing examples of our awkward persistence against logic, but I’m tired and can’t keep track of what nonesense I’m writing. Therefore, I’ll just raise my case with one last piece of evidence:  The 11 people that survived 72 days lost in the Andés; the 2 who climbed the mountains with nothing but their will to look for help were Uruguayans. These ones were very top hat people, as far as the wretched herders as they can be; however, they all share the same basic instinct of Uruguayan endurance.

So this July, when you are watching the games, you probably won’t see much sky-blue at the grandstands; don’t let that misguide you. We just need 11 jerseys. Hisotry has proved it once and again.