Home on the Range

It's Saturday and I've been home for 3 whole days.  I'm still trying to adjust.  Trying to reorganize my room as I have moved from the garage into a bedroom here.  I've had to go through all my clothes as they don't fit.  Things are still a disaster.  I've been nauseated and had stomach pain since Thursday.  I've self diagnosed myself with an exotic parasite, pregnancy, kidney infection and a colon blockage.  The current diagnosis is dehydration and stress.

I have no idea what to do next.  Aside from cleaning up this room, the house and the cat puke.  I've talked to Coco at least once a day.  He says he can't believe how much he misses me.  Just when I think I shouldn't go back I think about him and can't stand the thought of never seeing him again.

Now before you say "Why doesn't he just come here" let me tell you it's not that simple.  For a couple reasons.  1. It's almost impossible for Latinos to get a visitor visa not to mention a work visa, and he would need to work if he was here very long.  2.  He has a child support situation that requires him to pay one year upfront before he can consider leaving the country.

He lived in Chicago for a while in his early 20's and had no problem getting all the necessary visas.  But times have changed.  They have to pay around $150 to even apply for the visa, go to San Jose for an interview with no guarantee of receiving it.

So I'm left with the travel bag.  But of course I don't mind going back.  But there are logistics involved with the house, the cats and of course the lack of cashola.

So hear I sit in bed this weird Saturday wondering what the hell I'm going to do with my life.  I guess I'll start by trying to get rid of the headache and stomach pain. And maybe look at something cute like bunnies and kitties.