1:14pm
I didn't go to the club with Angela last nite after all. Around 9:30 an unbearable contradiction of light and heavy in my head drove me to bed. Aileen came in sometime during the night and brought me some medicine she'd gotten from the chemist (down here chemist = pharmacy). She said she'd described my symptoms to him and he said I was experiencing "vertigo". I'm being well taken care of here.
This "vertigo" is really starting to piss me off. It is preventing me from carrying out basic daily tasks and is making conversation with all these Australian accents difficult. Sounds are either much too loud and grating to my ears or entirely inaudible. Movement of any kind is like asking too much from my body. Everyone keeps saying it's normal and it'll take a few days for my body to adjust, but I do not feel healthy.
I'm sitting outside on the balcony now. It's a better place to be. I am looking out over the roofs of suburban houses. It is warmer today than it has been since I got here. I am not even sitting in the light but there is a sun-drenched breeze kissing my ankles. You wouldn't believe the way it smells out here.
I hear it snowed at home yesterday.
I told Robert about a dream I had last nite. One of a series of dreams in the past few days set at my Baba and Dida's farm. This time the main focus of the dream was a threatening flood and I was running around with this little girl trying to find some higher ground where we would be safe. I think there was also some more tangible evil in the form of some bad guys, but I can't be sure.
Anyhow, Robert's interpretation of the dream was that water always symbolizes emotions. So perhaps there is some innocent part of myself (represented here by the little girl) that I am trying to protect from a negative emotion rising in me (the flood) and am therefore doing my very best to deny and avoid (higher ground). Maybe. Or maybe it just meant I should get up and go to the bathroom. 1:46pm
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