The last few days have been overwhelming 😳.
Moving out of my Tia’s house into one of our tiny homes, choking on spaghetti (that Eminem song has been stuck in my head since Friday), Kevin quitting his job and currently I’m waiting for my first ever endoscopy.
Rewind to last week, I had written my last blog post about the building process of the tiny homes. Our intention has not changed, we will be renting the homes as soon as we pass inspection which could still take a few weeks to a month. Since one of the homes is liveable (functioning bathroom, air conditioning, bed etc.); we were able to move in. Now that we are physically staying at the property, we are able to work that much faster on the second house. Unfortunately, the kitchen has yet to be installed, we hope to focus on that this week plus our refrigerator hasn’t arrived yet either so we are back and forth to my Tia’s house for meals and such (kind of like a college student in need of home cooking 😅).
Onto the Spaghetti Fiasco, I had made the spaghetti 🍝 myself on Wednesday night and we were eating some leftovers for lunch on Friday when I felt a piece get lodged in my throat. I coughed a little, tried to clear it and then decided I just needed water🚰. After drinking quite a bit and even some carbonated orange pop🥤 , I tried some nuts 🥜🌰 (my thought was something heavy to push it down), no luck. My uncles plan was chocolate 🍫 so I ate some chocolate, no dice. Fast forward 3.5 hours into the afternoon and I had caused so much swelling and inflammation struggling to get the discomfort to subsided, I literally started choking on my saliva. I went to the hospital, they thought it could be an allergic reaction, I got in right away and after admitting in my broken Portuguese that this happened when I ate spaghetti with ground beef the wrong way, they decided to start me on anti-inflammatories, Tylenol and antibiotics. I got pretty nauseous when the IV drip started but I held it together (throwing up with my throat hurting the way it was would have likely made things worse). The pressure lessened with the drugs and they made me feel high 🥴 for some reason but the parcel of food was still taking up permanent residency in my esophagus. The ER doctor recommended seeing the Ear Nose and Throat Specialist on the island of Faial. My appointment was marked for 10am on Saturday which meant I’d have to take the 8:15am ferry ⛴ . This was my first ferry ride since the initial move to the Azores in September of 2023 (the 8 hour boat voyage that had me praying for my life because of the violent motion sickness). The piece of food had thankfully fallen during sleep so I debated cancelling the island trip but they were kind enough to get me in and it still hurt to swallow. The doctor in Faial said she would like to test my thyroid and get an endoscopy ordered so here I am, waiting for my turn, 8:15am ferry again, taxi cab that couldn’t accept card which means I owe him 83cents and my throat feels close to normal but not yet 100%. I figured, while I sip my coffee, why not update my public journal (PS - if there are spelling errors or grammatical issues, be kind, I’m doing this on an iPhone in the middle of a large waiting room).
So Kevin quit his job, officially today even though he is on vacation this week. He gave his written two weeks notice (I had to Google translate it so hopefully it made sense). There are a number of reasons behind this decision but the easiest answer as to why would be that he has better options and opportunities to choose from.
And while we were out for lunch yesterday, I was offered a waitressing job 😅 I didn’t say no, I’m waiting for more information.
I think I’ve covered it all. Zeus is acclimating to the new tiny house, we caught him lounging on our bed more than once. Kevin is back at the house trying to figure out how the cold and the hot water lines got mixed up with the shower install. And I’m going to try to stay relaxed before they stick a tube or camera down my throat 🙃.
Happy Monday to all ☀️
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