I am taking Haldol. It’s an antipsychotic drug with awful side effects. Even Auntie Zeddie told me that all the world’s crappy drugs are sent to Africa.
Last night I dreamt that I was dating the guy from FutureWorld on CBC, and something about being radioactive.
I really feel much better. So much better, in fact, I feel like I can go out and do things. The dizzy spells are a bit annoying, though.
New news on CNN: Canadian troops are making their way to Uganda. Oh, well. I have to concentrate on being well enough to teach.
The house girl, Clara, is strange. She will work for about three minutes, go outside and sit in the sun for an hour, then come back and do very little work. Sometimes I wonder why Auntie Zeddie and Uncle Eddie are paying her at all. The house isn’t really that big.
I should be studying my Lunyoro. I wish I already knew it. But Clara always pretends that she is too busy to teach me.
Today is the last day of November and it amazes me how quickly time passes. I feel pretty good, very much on the way to recovery. I even made some long distance calls and got in touch with friends. More than a few people told me I must get over my anger at my father. If that many people say it, then it’s probably true. I have to work on it, and work on getting rid of it completely.
I notice that commercials for really expensive things are often really stupid.
I’m getting quite annoyed sleeping under a mosquito net, but the dizzy spells are more annoying than anything else. I have to tell Aunt Zeddie that they are getting worse. I have a lot to be thankful for too. I think I’m going to be okay.
More story thoughts: the skies here open and close like an unruly child sunshine, an outburst, then, when appeased by what you do not know, sunshine again; a Lunyoro Bible, “Matayosec” instead of the Book of Matthew; a bookshelf with an A to M dictionary and N to Z nowhere to be found…just random thoughts.