This morning started out better than usual. Haley woke up at 5:30, but my mom entertained her until about 6:30, so I got an hour extra of sleep after going to bed really early last night due to a power outage and the lack of desire to sit in the dark with no computer, no tv, and no one to talk to. What an awesome day I thought this was going to be.
About 5 minutes before 8 when I was supposed to be up at CdE because I was really needed up there. I said to tell her that I was on my way. I got up there to the frenzy of kids trying to finish up chores and work on their insane amounts of homework. (The teachers were all striking today because they have not been getting paid. When they strike they provide the students with INSANE amounts of busywork. For example the 4th graders are having to write from 10,000 to 15,000. They have already written from 1-10,000 since school started in February.)
I came in, and my mom begins telling me that Karen, Dorian, and Korbin are all sick so Karen was not going to be working today except for the two hours of visitation. That became quite the kink in our already complicated schedule.
Every other Friday, my mom and Matt go to the produce market to buy everything needed for the two houses here at Casa de Esperanza. Every Friday, I go to a class at Teleton with two of our girls that have learning disabilities, except the last Friday of the month because that is the Friday where they have a visitation with their moms. Haley usually goes with me to Teleton. Today fell visitation and market day, which generally is fine, because I stay here and help Karen with the visitation, and Matt helps my mom at the market. Last Friday, I found out that there was a REQUIRED MEETING at Teleton during the time of visitation where children were not permitted. We all knew that would put us in a bind, but a managable one.
At one point, we planned that my mom would go to the market of a morning, and I would leave for my meeting at 1:30, meet her in town and give her Haley. Well, yesterday, the mechanic came over and said he would be working on my car all day today. Both cars could not have been used even if both of us had been able to leave at the same time. My engine was in many parts outside of the car when I left. My couldn't have gone to the market regardless though with Karen being sick.
The plan was this: leave CdE at 10:30, get to market at 11:30, 1 hour for Rosa to gather everything, leave the market at 12:30, get to Teleton at 1:00, eat lunch, go to meeting at 1:30, get out at 4:30, and be home by 6:00. Why do I even make plans?? I live in Honduras, and NOTHING ever goes according to a plan.
The market was a very plesant experience, although I left with only 10 minutes to get through traffic for the meeting. I don't have to go and figure out prices at the market as most do. Rosa works with us to help us. I simply give her the list, and she goes all over the market gathering the food that we need. It was so nice to see her; I hadn't seen her since November, and she did not even know I am pregnant. While she was busy gathering, I decided to eat some lunch. Lunch at the national market is always delicious, fresh, and much of a cultural experience. For $2, I bought a pincho, which is much like a shish-ka-bob. It is a stick layered with meats and veggies. Also, on my plate, I had beans and rice, chismol, mixed veggies, and 2 tortillas.
I got to Teleton at what appeared to be 15 minutes late by my watch, but evidently, I was 15 minutes early on the Honduran clock. The meeting that was to start at 1:30 and end at 4:30 started 30 minutes late and ended 30 minutes late. I was so tired at bored when I got out of that meeting. I was ready to pick up my hot and ready pizza, get my mom's house and RELAX.
About 2 seconds after I got home, my mom informed me that Reina, Maryuri, and Josue found a small bottle of gasoline, and DRANK IT. Almost immediately, they were given water and milk which helped rinse out their insides. The water and milk mad all three throw up A LOT. My mom, Karen, and I all agreed that they should be seen by a doctor in the ER.
We first went to the one here in Ojojona. That is never a good experience. They always want to admit you for cualquier cosa. The doctor in the emergency room recommended that the three get a chest x-ray to ensure that no gasoline was in the lungs. I called my mom, and she and sleeping Haley made their way to my car, and we headed to a clinic in the city.
Five minutes into our trip into the city, Reina tells me she has to pee. I told her to hold it, but a few minutes after that, she had to go so bad she was crying. I explained to her how she would go on the side of the road. I opened both the drivers door and passenger door so she could go in between them, then I held her hands to brace her. As she finished her pee, Maryuri tells me that she too needs to pee. I turn to see her wearing footed pajamas and rain boots. I just looked at her not knowing exactly how she was going to not get pee everywhere. Finally I decided to hold her hand and her pajamas at the same time so thet didn;t get wet.
Right before we got to the doctor, Reina and Maryuri both had to pee again. This time Maryuri was crying for her need to pee. Josue peed in the car after he fell asleep while we were driving, but all three of them had to pee before they could see a doctor.
The kids were all very nervous, and certain they would get shots. However, the doctor was gentile with them. He did not really see a need to the X-Rays, so after a short physical for each, we were headed back home.
All 4 kids were asleep when we got back here to Santa Ana. Todnight, prayers were heard and our gas guzzlers are well. Hoping their little tummies feel better tomorrow. I'm also hoping for a day tomorrow that is not filled with so much craziness.
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