It's been a day... Part I

Actually, it's been a -couple of- day(s). Let's start with Thursday.

I get migraines. I have since I was 16. Over the years, I've learned to recognize triggers, and sometimes I can preempt migraines. I'm pretty good at taking care of them after they start.

Unless they start at 6:00 am. Here's the thing: migraines that start at 2:00 am are far easier to manage than the ones that start at 6:00. You can take hefty migraine medicine and still have a few hours to sleep it off if they start at 2:00. If they start at 6:00, no such luck.

Thursday morning started with a 6:00 am migraine. I took medicine, but seeing as I didn't have time to sleep off the migraine/medicine combo, I woke up 2 hours later with the remnants of a migraine AND a medication hangover. Misery. I got up anyway and started getting ready for a day of teaching English at the Transport College. I was looking forward to the lesson, despite my physical condition. I got ready, took the trolley bus to the school, and found the classroom. Then, I waited. And waited. I called the professor just to make sure I wasn't confused. Lo and behold, she was out sick and had tried to get someone to call and tell me. Ok...

I left and started walking back home. On the way, I was accosted by a very happy drunk. Please keep in mind that it was 10:30 in the morning. It took me a while to shake him because he kept following me. I told him in Russian that I didn't understand and that I speak English. He then proceeded to speak German -very loudly- to me. Yes, that makes perfect sense. I finally got rid of him, but I felt like Jason Bourne (you know, stealthily making sure he lost my trail...wasn't hard. He was drunk.).

I then decided to go ahead and get my rent money ready. I have to pay rent in dollars, which meant that I needed to go find a specific ATM that will allow you to take out money in dollars. I had to walk for a while to find it (it started raining in the meantime), only to find that the machine was, in fact, out of dollars. Really?

I walked back home. Sad and useless in Ukraine on Thursday, November 20. My migraine was starting to return, and I realized I needed some Coke for the caffeine factor. I dashed out to the little corner store across the street to get one (of course, I had just finished off another Coke the night before). I get to the store and 2394879845 people are crammed in there, and they're buying the store out of...that's right, ladies and gentlemen...Coke. I had to trudge further to another store to get it. Gee whiz...

Thursday night, a major quandary befell me. I walked out my door and found a little gray kitten waiting on me. If you don't know me well, you should know that I LOVE cats. Most people don't. I do. Always have. I've been wanting a cat since I got here, but I realize it would be far too complicated to have one. I was so torn, because I wanted to adopted Little Kitty right off the bat. I chose to keep walking and go on to prayer meeting. Little Kitty kept following me and giving me a hard time, practically begging me to keep her.

Such trauma in my life. And, I accomplished absolutely nothing. What a day...