I am not getting a chance to do the things I want to do. I think I’m getting better though, and that’s important. But I keep forgetting to tell Aunt Zeddie about the dizzy spells. I feel lucky there is a doctor in the house. It’s a very useful thing.
I had a dream that the furniture was changed in the living room, d another that I was at a conference where they were trying to design something with musical notes. I got into an argument with a blonde girl.
I want to stop taking the Haldol. I don’t like taking it; it makes me dizzy.
I have been in Uganda for two months now. I think I’m getting a lot done, but I still have Constance on my mind. In many ways, I still have to deprogram. I am going to be okay though. Things are better now.
I like being a part of this family. Today is Dora’s birthday. We went to the Entebbe Beach Resort. I rode on a camel. I ate tilapia fish. There was a children’s contest, a number guessing game, which was fun to watch. I had a really good time talking and laughing with Fred, who is a coworker of mine at Makerere. He teaches public relations.
My youth was fun in many ways. My dad brought shiny, peach-coloured scraps of paper home from his work at the Ontario government’s
Department of Natural Resources. He gave them to my sister, Karen, and me and said: “Do something with them.” We started a magazine called Miss Sassy. In our first issue we had Michael Landon, from Little House on the Prairie, which we all watched, interview models. The models in the magazine were drawings of our dolls.
I had a dream last night that it was snowing here. I’m feeling really homesick. I
want to see Mommy and everyone else. I miss their presence. Oh, I actually feel pain.