Time!?

To paraphrase from the movie "Closer," time is a tricky little fucker. I can't sleep worth a dime. At around 5pm I start yawning profusely, unfortunately that's the time we have to go visit dad in the hospital, visiting hours being between 5 and 6. So, I take a shower, stick a couple of toothpicks in my eyes to keep my eyelids from closing down and head over to the hospital. I get out and usually come back to my sister's place and take another shower because the hospital is that dirty and then head out to see some of my old friends I have been able to reconnected with. I yawn my way till midnight and then I'm just tired and sleepy. When I get home I shower, because it really is that hot here, and go to bed. Yes, I do get a couple of hours of sleep, but usually by 6am I'm awake and spinning in bed. I get up and sit in front of the computer trying desperately to hold on to my life as I have known it for the last 15 years.

I've written more in the last week than I have in the last year of college, and I was a writing major you know, though it's hard to guess reading this blogg. In my defense, I have been either very tired, like right now, or a little drunk, like the last post. In either case I can't figure out how to make the spell check work, thus you get all these crazy word spellings. After all English is my second language. But I have a bachelor's degree in English. It just goes to show you how easy it is to fool the American education system. But I regress.

My father is up and down and the Bulgarian medical establishment seems absolutely incompetent to deal with his illnesses. Here is an example. Yesterday he was really ill and they scanned his head because he was suffering from intense headache. They ordered him back to the ICU and I was very worried. Today, this morning, he was feeling much better and when my mom got in, they don't let me and my sister in the ICU, the doctor, a neurologist, told her that they are going to send him home on Monday. Needles to say, I was shocked. In the span of a day, the diagnose changed from critical to lets get him home and quickly.

On one hand I'm furious, but on the other there is a part of me that thinks that that might be the best thing for him. The room where he stays, at the ICU, has four beds and everyone there is very, very ill. When he sees where he is, my father begins to think that he is dying, which I think is really bad for him. The will to live is a major component of any recovery. And yes, the nurses there smoke too. Intensive care unit I'm talking about!? It's crazy. We'll see what happens. Tomorrow I'm going to get in and shave him and I'm somehow exited about it.

The country and the city of Sofia and it's inhabitants never seizes to amaze me. Today as I was getting back to my sister's apartment I saw this guy, hanging on a rope from the roof of the five story building, installing a protective layer of wood over the building's facade. Now, I know that sounds okay, but you have to realize that he was only doing one window, most likely the window of his apartment. So now you have this old beat-up project-type building with one friggin window all made up in wood and yellow. It's as if someone peed in the snow. I took a picture and will post it as soon as figure out how to. Promise. It was a trip. Also, today one of the oldest and biggest soccer clubs, Levski, is playing for the UEFA or some other European cup and there have been some serious fireworks and gun shots outside. It is such a Balkans trade that I can almost envision some guy with a big mustache and a funny hat shooting off his rifle. Charlton Heston would be proud, I'm sure. Not that the guy with the funny hat would know who Charlton Heston is, but you never know.

It's 12:22am and I think I'll try to get some of that elusive sleep. Tomorrow I'm getting a car. I can't wait. Thank you all very much again for the awesome support. I love all you all.
PS. I just figured out the spell check. Hurray!