London: Day Twenty-Seven

Well, today started out as good as any. I woke up and the front door was still bolted and the internet was still off- meaning Libby hadn't left. Mind you, this was at 8 AM and she was meant to be at school for a meeting at 8. So if you know me at all, then you can imagine the panic attack that ensued. Is Libby okay? Is she sick? And so on. I charged into her room and, luckily, she had just fallen back to sleep after her alarm went off! But I love when we go into work together, at the same time, so it was good for me! I have been taking the bus by myself every morning this week for the first time and, besides the funny children, it is not as fun! We got to school and I had a good morning with the kids. I followed around a group of three children, who were in rare form today. Spaced-out, aggressive, wild, silly, half-asleep... everything. All in three children. Each teacher had a difficult time conducting their lessons because the children simply were not present today. Physically, but not mentally. It can be frustrating at times, but you get over it!

By about 1 PM, it was getting harder and harder for me to walk on one of my feet where I had a cut on the back of the heel. I had complained for the past couple of days about a cut or a blister or whatever I came up with, but I didn't think much of it. When it started to hurt this afternoon, though, I decided to go ask Libby for some ointment and a band-aid so that my shoe would stop rubbing where it was sore. The moment Libby saw my foot, she ran to get one of the other girls who said it looked like an infection. Libby called and got me an appointment with a doctor just to be sure. So, after Skyping my mom and showing her the back of my foot (which is difficult to do on a computer camera), she agreed that it was most likely an infection: the swelling, redness, heat, and the tightness of skin around the wound.

So, at 3:45 PM, the declarations were proven true: I had a staph infection in my heel. The doctor was great and very thorough. He had an accent, but we aren't sure of his nationality. He looked at my information and said "Oh, Feldman, is that a Jewish name?" When I answered yes, he responded by saying he was Jewish and, all of a sudden, this quiet doctor came alive and started talking to me in Hebrew. Sadly, I had to tell him that after so many years in Hebrew school, I remember practically none of the language. He ended up being an extremely nice man, he even spoke to my mom on the phone in America and explained everything to her as well. And, to top it off, he was wearing a shirt in Italian colors, which reminded me of my Bapa- so he was OK in my book! He prescribed me two antibiotics and I was off! The first medicine made me pretty sick to my stomach and a bit dizzy so I called my mom and skyped my dad to figure out whether I should begin the second medicine. To top it off, my mom recommended I swallow vinegar to calm my stomach- disgusting! I thought I was going to choke. Absolutely repulsive! I just took the second medicine a few minutes ago and I am hoping it won't make me too sick! I'm going to go relax (and yes, mom and Glenn, elevate my foot!) and watch The Blindside with Libby! Xxxxx