cansada

hello, dears! we´ve been at la stala for a month now. and we´re both tired and dirty still. but i think my spanish is improving. and foo´s is for sure. on friday foo stabbed herself in the eye with barley. and she got the chunks out but her eye was still hurting so i was like, let me look, i´ll take out whatever is left. and so i was looking at her eye and trying to poke my finger into it to brush out what looked like fuzz on the brown part of her eye. and i tried to get it out and her eye kept fluttering and her eyelid sort of turned inside out. which is kind of gross looking. but then after a few minutes of this i realized it was not fuzz in her eye. it was the tissue of her eyeball which was torn away and sort of floating on her eyeball. so good thing i didn´t touch it with my finger. we tried to go to a specialist that afternoon, and laura, the host lady, drove us to the hospital first. we were walking in the door and another family was also heading that way, and then laura kicked it into mom-mode and walked faster to get ahead of the family. she pushed in front of the three year old entering the door, knocking the poor kid in the head with her purse. then she went up to the window, first in line, of course, and knocked on it and then on the wood desk til finally the lady came out. the hospital doesn´t see patients with eye problems. bueno. so we go to a specialist office, where there are three women working at the reception. and no doctor. and he won´t be in at all today, or tomorrow. ok, so we leave and i ask why there are three receptionists and no doctor. one to serve the mate, one to get the water and the other to drink it. mate is a tea, btw. pronounced mah-tey. so we went to two more specialists offices, which were both closed, and finally we just went to a little medical clinic. the doctor shined a flashlight in foo´s eye, which is very sensitive to light, and said he doesn´t think it is serious, but go to a specialist. bueno. so it´s friday afternoon and the only doctor working in the whole city that day says go see someone else. saturday foo woke up with a whole lot of gross greenish goo on her eyeball. and a lot of pain opening and closing her eye.
this conversation happened:
katie: does your eye hurt?
foo: no. it just feels like something is stabbing my eyeball all the time.
right...
so that day was rough. sunday she woke up with more goo. and more pain.
today, monday, we went to the specialist. who looked at her eyeball and dilated it and looked at it again. and said basically there´s nothing in it, it´s just scraped. and he gave her a prescription for eyedrops. so we´ll see how that goes.

i´m thinking we´ll move on from this farm this week. maybe stay in hostels for a couple weeks and rest, then foo´s parents are coming.
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that´s all the interesting news for now....