Laying low

Woke up around 11ish on Friday feeling fine...actually, completely refreshed. I felt as if I hadn't drunk at all the night before! Not bad. I walked to class, grabbed Stacey's lunch since she forgot it. Went to the center to see if my package had arrived. It hadn't. Luisa found me and asked me about the situation and I told her that it was taken care of. To my relief, the previous night, my dad had called and told me that he took care of the UPS fee. Thank goodness, there's a small weight off of my shoulders. Then I headed to Lope. We read one of Lope's poems which was beautiful, I absolutely loved it. After the prof. read it to us she asked if we had any comments. I had a million but I kept second guessing my Spanish skills. Stupid me. No Spanish students made any comments, and the American students were either too timid (like me) or just didn't understand it fully. I kept getting the urge to say something, but I just didn't. I was mad at myself for not taking the risk. I have to play big! I only get to study abroad once! She seemed pretty pissed so she lectured us for a good 10 mins, well, scolded us, rather, about the importance of participation and how if we don't participate she may as well not show up. Yeesh. During the break I walked Stacey to the room in which a movie she had to watch for class was to play. I gave her her lunch and she told me that she had had the worst hangover of her life that morning. Strange, cuz I drank the same amount of Agua de Sevilla as her the previous night. We figured that it was that and the 2 chupitos and huge beer she had that night. You go, girl. After that, despite the cloudiness/coldness, I sat outside and ate my bocadillos. Since I hate white bread, like I've said, I've gotten into the habit of eating the lunch meat and throwing the bread to the birds. One of my bocadillos was filled with some sort of pate so I ate one piece of bread. Then I walked a bit, bought a postcard but nothing more. Money is tight. Then I had Teatro which was fine. The prof. brought props to illustrate the appearance of a gaucho, which was humorous, but he only used them briefly. I could have definitely used some more propage. After class Courtney, Alyse, and I walked to Starbucks. I didn't want to spend money, but my throat was hurting really badly and tea is cheap. I ended up hanging out with them during my entire break before Iconografia. I filled my water bottle, took a couple tablets of that silly Spanish caffeinated cold medicine, and headed to class. Class began, and within the first 15 min. as I sat sipping tea I noticed that I had become pretty lightheaded. I figured that I was dehydrated and started to drink only my water. But it just kept getting worse. I tried to talk myself down, breathe deeply since if I got up it'd be very noticeable since I was sitting front and center right next to the projector and the prof. I kept drinking water and my heartrate began to rise. I realized what was happening: I had taken pills with caffeine in them, drunk tea, and barely ate any carbs. Therefore, my blood sugar was dangerously low and I needed to eat something, quick. So I disregarded how distracting I'd be and walked out to the school bar which was about to close (talk about luck). I ordered a cheese sandwich which was only a euro twenty and came on this huge baguette roll. Perfect. It took them awhile to make it, so I walked out, removed most of the cheese, and scarfed the sandwich. I was basically out of class for 20 min, but I think that it was pretty apparent why. I got back for the last 20 min of class (he always ends early). I was fine, but man was that scary. Note to self: if you plan on ingesting caffeine, eat more bread. I began to walk home and decided to take some shortcut that Stacey had told me about. Coincidentally we ran into each other (her movie just happened to get out around the same time). We walked back, and once home I began to post some webshots (very time consuming, let me tell you). We ate dinner at 9:30 which was good for once. It's sad that we miss lunch 3 days a week because that's when Maruja makes the good meals (typical for Spain, lunch is the main meal) so we've been left with simpler meals for dinner. However, that night we had this great potato and green onion dish with a plain egg omelette on the side. For dessert we got fresh squeezed OJ which was not bad, but citrus are going out of season and it was getting pretty obvious. Then we came back into the room and laid low. We decided to stay in that Friday night since I really needed a weekend to chill out (it had been a crazy few weeks), especially since my lingering sickness was still, well, lingering. Stacey ended up falling asleep around 11:30 and I was camped out in front of my computer until 2. Yeah, I'm a junkie, it's bad. I'm trying to quit, trust me. I fell asleep feeling a little better. It's good to stay in.