Showing posts with label tired. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tired. Show all posts

Thursday, June 13

I got stung by a bee and it sucks.

Sometimes I regress to acting like a four-year-old. Often when I have a cold. I'm a big baby if my nose is stuffy.

I discovered on Sunday I also regress when I get stung by an insect. I'm assuming a bee, but I don't actually know. I know that IT HURT A LOT. And that my reaction was to repeat "Ow. OW. HELP, OWWWW" while trying to explain why I was freaking out. Then I just closed my eyes, held out my clenched hand and hoped that someone knew how to handle this. (Thanks, Tim for handling that!)

*pout face*

In a month, this week will be a blur. But for now, and for most of this week, I've been wallowing in ouchies and self pity. I got stung on my thumb — right on the tendon, that little jerk — and it has been swollen, itchy and sore for four days. I went to the doctor yesterday and she just said it was normal and I'd have to wait it out. The swelling has gone down a little today, but if I forget to take the antihistamines the itching comes back.

*pout face*

And I haven't gone to crossfit because 80% of the things we do involve pushing, pulling, gripping, swinging... all things that become very difficult if you can't actually hold on to anything. Even walking has been awkward, since leaving my hand at my side made it swell worse. I've been walking with my elbow bent, hand up by my shoulder like I'm looking for the absent towel after washing my hands.

Just....

*pout face.*

Normally I try to pull myself out of these funks. Stop dwelling on what I can't change; be positive; work through it. But frankly...

This. Sucks.

Thursday, August 9

Setting records in Budapest

In Budapest we met up with one of my roommates from college, Rebecca. She's currently teaching English and Spanish in Hungary for the summer before returning to Spain to teach English in the fall. Tough life, eh? ;)

We got in after the seven-hour train ride from Munich. I don't want to sit on a trail for that long for a while. Austria was beautiful though, and I'm glad we got to see it instead of fly over it.

The trouble with getting in to a city on a Sunday at dusk is that it is generally deserted, nothing's open, and it tends to look creepier than it is. Sorry, Budapest, but you fall into that category.

On top of those factors, Budapest is also a gateway to eastern Europe which has a much different feel from western Europe. Many of these countries have been in serious trouble within the last two decades, and have been conquered or occupied for the majority of their histories. They've had bigger issues than making their city pretty for tourists.

The next morning the city looked much better. Rebecca met us at our hostel and we set out for the main square later than intended and needed to get a metro (subway/tram/bus) pass for the day. We went to the station and the line is of course 8-10 people deep. We are trying our luck with the timing. We get to the front, get a ticket, get down the escalators and the train is in the station! Run, run!

Becca and Britton make it on to a car and I'm bringing up the rear and realize the door behind them is closer, so I jump on, assuming the cars are all connected like on a train. Not so, and I can't get their attention. As the train pulls away, I see that Britton has gotten off the train and was left at the station!

Becca and I both poke our heads out at the next station to find each other and jump off hoping Britton got on the following train. Which he did! Hooray for establishing emergency plans ahead of time!

We somehow make it to the main square where our waking tour starts just as the guide is starting her history of Hungary spiel. And then we notice that it's hot! Definitely sticking to the shade as much as possible.

This tour covered the history of Hungary - of which there is a lot - and on the main touristy things: differences between Buda and Pest, the Chain bridge, parliament buildings, Margaret island, and others.

But throughout the tour, it just kept getting so hot! Turns out, as Becca informed us later, the temperature in Budapest that day set a record high for the city. The previous record was set in the 1930s. What a day to remember!

We got some dinner and sent Becca on her way "home" and then, we went and hung out on or hostel's couch. It was the first night when we just let ourselves be tired. Nothing was calling us back out to the streets of Budapest, nothing was on our agenda, and we had an early morning the next day. And I guess in the scheme of the 21 days we will have traveled, we can allow ourselves just one night in.

(photo of me in front of the Chain Bridge in Budapest)