Anxiety is the word of the day.
It started (perhaps it started in my mind weeks ago) with the slight shortness of breadth in the ride out of
. The fatigue from two flights and the dusty road made concerned over an appointment at the ENT I had a couple of days ago. Was this going to be a problem for the next two years? I had a sudden urge to grab my medicine that was inside my bag. But the medicine isn’t an instant cure, nor provides the temporary relief like a painkiller. So I put some thought to this whole issue, and tried to relax myself from the anxiety. Julius Nyerere Airport
Another moment of anxiety. I was taking a crap, and the new roll of toilet paper is of course a problem. I began to peel off the first layer of a new roll, which is a moderate challenge in the developed world. But here, I ended up ripping four layers. Crap, what kind of toilet paper is this? Slight anxiety. Then I flush the toilet. It won’t flush. My brown crap is still at the bottom of the toilet. What do I do? I try to fix it. It won’t work. I call for help from a friend. Doesn’t work. I try a different method of flushing. It won’t work. I was too tired to be persistent with the matter, so I’m in my bed right now, 11.22 pm, with my crap still in my toilet. I’ll probably feel a bit embarrassed getting help from one of the staff tomorrow morning. A first impression would be fixing the toilet, with the crap still in it. A bit of anxiety, but like any other ones, manageable.
My Microsoft Word spell check using the right click on the red underlines won’t work. What the crap have I done to my computer? Anxiety, again. Pressing F7 runs the spell check just fine, but the added inconvenience is a source of anxie…. I'll stop here.
written on Dec. 18, first day of arrival.
In front of Msimbazi Center, our home for the next 2 months.
My more exciting half of the room.