a long obedience in the same direction
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me.
So. How I’m doing. It’s been a hard week. Really hard. Here’s the whole story. On Thursday night we went to see a doctor for these headaches I’ve been having for weeks now, and when we got home I just had–for lack of a better term–a break down. At 7 pm I went to bed with a splitting headache, but it was more than that. I felt like I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk to anyone or even bear to hear normal noises, like my kids’ voices or doors opening, or see light. My arms and legs felt too heavy to lift. So, we’ve had a week of stopping everything…
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fender bender.
On Saturday, I took the kids for a quick car ride to a nearby park. Julie has been suffering from severe headaches and fatigue and we were hoping to create a quiet house with our absence. Traffic in South Asia looks like Mario Kart meets Tetris – a highly fluid chaos, confined by tight spaces, pedestrians, and cattle. I pull up to a jam and wait to move. Meanwhile, a three-wheeled auto-rickshaw, sensing an inch between my car and the one in front of me, zips into oncoming traffic and cuts into my lane. With a clawing screech his back bumper catches my front bumper and begins to bend it…