After much time: PICTURES!
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Thursday, November 25, 2010
Angina, not a heart problem after all.
Angina, is the Russian word for tonsillitis. Why is this concerning? Oh, I don't know, MAYBE because in English it means severe chest pain and issues with your coronary ARTERIES. Little bit of a difference.
Fortunately I knew this unfortunate false cognate before my host-dad looked down my throat and said "Ooooo, angina. Yeah, you have angina."
Still, everytime they say it, I still think dammit I'm just 21 and I am going to have to have a stent put it and some beta blockers or something.
My host-mom, Mama Elena, the woman is a saint. She has been seriously worried at my decreased appetite. But honestly I can BARELY swallow! Not eating is a sign of death here I swear. I caught her cutting up leaves in my food again, like she tends to do when I am sick. Its like she thinks I go blind when I am sick? And I cant catch on to her turning her back to cut a leaf and then dropping it quickly into the bowl of soup she then sets in front of me? I even ASKED her well kind of signed since I lost my voice , did you put leaves in here? Noooo, you said you didnt like them didnt you? She answers, SHEEPISHLY. I say/sign/rattle/whisper, Well if they help me get better I'd eat them. Oh, really? Hmm. I swear she was almost rubbing her hands together like an evil scientist at that point! But seriously those leaves have magic powers, Im not slamming them as long as they help me get better.
ALSO, her new big thing, which Katie Udenberg finds hilarious, is to crush up medicine and put it in my juice. LIKE I CANT TELL ITS THERE. Seriously. So she comes in with a bottle of juice, and says It is hot, thats good for your throat. I nod, voiceless, she gave me hot juice with honey before which was awesome. So I set it on my desk and I open it up and it smells literally like rotting fruit. I frown, but trusting in her magical powers I pour some. I find that I CANNOT drink it unless I plug my nose, and it still tastes rancid. I swish some in my mouth, pure torture, and realize it tastes remarkably like the AWFUL angina, aka tonsillitis, meds she had me gargle with the other day. I roll my eyes. So I sign/mention/whisper to her that it tastes different, shes says, oh, I heated it up. Why? I ask, knowing she had to make it hot to dissolve the ground up medicine. Because its better not to drink cold liquids. This is actually a legit fear of Russians to drink cold liquids, annoying, but I know she was grinding them up because I found this smashing thing and packets for meds in the kitchen. Not such a good health criminal my mom.... ;) Shes the best, and has been calling me moya rodnaya, which I guess kind of translates as my own? idk how to translate it, makes total sense in Russian, but its really sweet, and cute.
Anyways, I know I have not posted in well, a long while, but I am currently laid up, so I can post away now.
I went to Saint Petersburg for the second time last weekend and it was AMAZING. I had my 21st birthday party, inconjuction with Misha's 22nd birthday. My fantastic friend Hana, who I went to immersion school with 2 years ago, came all the way from Moscow for me! We met up at the hostel, all the Oles from Novgorod came up with me, and then we grabbed some Asian food for dinner while Jim, who studies in Novgorod too, and his friends Irene and Emma ran errands. Then we went to the produkty, got some drinks, and headed back to the hostel to prepare for the evenings festivities.
We then went out to Dumskaya Street, a place of infamy where you go to really celebrate on the cheap in Piter. And that we did. Among other things I had half a bottle of champagne on the street, and a new kind of shot called the sobaka, or dog (though I think they might be elluding to the word bitch, as it give quite the kick) I will divulge the ingredients when I return. I danced all night, in three inch heels--the Russian way. My friend Jill, who is living in Piter, disappeared off to somewhere else part way through the night, but her good friend Giulia made the night a blast. It was SO nice to celebrate my birthday with Hana and my Oles. Misha fortunately agreed to take the metro with me back to the hostel that night when the alcohol wore off and I realized how BADLY my feet hurt. We got back around 7am I think and didnt leave the hostel until 1 or 2 in the afternoon.
After I recovered, we went to the Russian Art Museum, which was great, but we had to do the quick and dirty version of. Which was refreshing, because I HATE getting museum back. You know when you walk really slow and stall here and there for 4 hours and you feel like your knees are gone and your vetrebrae are actually stacking on top of each other like Lincoln Logs??? Torture. But the Modern wing was closed, so that was a bummer. Then I went and bought a bunch of gifts at the market near Church of the Spilled Blood. NOT my favorite place, but the market is awesome!
We went out for awesome Georgian food that night, and although they kind of forgot my order it was a great time and the food was AMAZING. If you ever have the opportunity to have Georgian food, do it, its my absolute favorite. I had a lot of it in Sochi and Adler. I promise I will post my Moscow and Sochi pictures soon.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Anyways, Im exhausted. So off to bed for me and my heart wait no TONSIL problems.
Chmok Chmok,
TaanTaan
Fortunately I knew this unfortunate false cognate before my host-dad looked down my throat and said "Ooooo, angina. Yeah, you have angina."
Still, everytime they say it, I still think dammit I'm just 21 and I am going to have to have a stent put it and some beta blockers or something.
My host-mom, Mama Elena, the woman is a saint. She has been seriously worried at my decreased appetite. But honestly I can BARELY swallow! Not eating is a sign of death here I swear. I caught her cutting up leaves in my food again, like she tends to do when I am sick. Its like she thinks I go blind when I am sick? And I cant catch on to her turning her back to cut a leaf and then dropping it quickly into the bowl of soup she then sets in front of me? I even ASKED her well kind of signed since I lost my voice , did you put leaves in here? Noooo, you said you didnt like them didnt you? She answers, SHEEPISHLY. I say/sign/rattle/whisper, Well if they help me get better I'd eat them. Oh, really? Hmm. I swear she was almost rubbing her hands together like an evil scientist at that point! But seriously those leaves have magic powers, Im not slamming them as long as they help me get better.
ALSO, her new big thing, which Katie Udenberg finds hilarious, is to crush up medicine and put it in my juice. LIKE I CANT TELL ITS THERE. Seriously. So she comes in with a bottle of juice, and says It is hot, thats good for your throat. I nod, voiceless, she gave me hot juice with honey before which was awesome. So I set it on my desk and I open it up and it smells literally like rotting fruit. I frown, but trusting in her magical powers I pour some. I find that I CANNOT drink it unless I plug my nose, and it still tastes rancid. I swish some in my mouth, pure torture, and realize it tastes remarkably like the AWFUL angina, aka tonsillitis, meds she had me gargle with the other day. I roll my eyes. So I sign/mention/whisper to her that it tastes different, shes says, oh, I heated it up. Why? I ask, knowing she had to make it hot to dissolve the ground up medicine. Because its better not to drink cold liquids. This is actually a legit fear of Russians to drink cold liquids, annoying, but I know she was grinding them up because I found this smashing thing and packets for meds in the kitchen. Not such a good health criminal my mom.... ;) Shes the best, and has been calling me moya rodnaya, which I guess kind of translates as my own? idk how to translate it, makes total sense in Russian, but its really sweet, and cute.
Anyways, I know I have not posted in well, a long while, but I am currently laid up, so I can post away now.
I went to Saint Petersburg for the second time last weekend and it was AMAZING. I had my 21st birthday party, inconjuction with Misha's 22nd birthday. My fantastic friend Hana, who I went to immersion school with 2 years ago, came all the way from Moscow for me! We met up at the hostel, all the Oles from Novgorod came up with me, and then we grabbed some Asian food for dinner while Jim, who studies in Novgorod too, and his friends Irene and Emma ran errands. Then we went to the produkty, got some drinks, and headed back to the hostel to prepare for the evenings festivities.
We then went out to Dumskaya Street, a place of infamy where you go to really celebrate on the cheap in Piter. And that we did. Among other things I had half a bottle of champagne on the street, and a new kind of shot called the sobaka, or dog (though I think they might be elluding to the word bitch, as it give quite the kick) I will divulge the ingredients when I return. I danced all night, in three inch heels--the Russian way. My friend Jill, who is living in Piter, disappeared off to somewhere else part way through the night, but her good friend Giulia made the night a blast. It was SO nice to celebrate my birthday with Hana and my Oles. Misha fortunately agreed to take the metro with me back to the hostel that night when the alcohol wore off and I realized how BADLY my feet hurt. We got back around 7am I think and didnt leave the hostel until 1 or 2 in the afternoon.
After I recovered, we went to the Russian Art Museum, which was great, but we had to do the quick and dirty version of. Which was refreshing, because I HATE getting museum back. You know when you walk really slow and stall here and there for 4 hours and you feel like your knees are gone and your vetrebrae are actually stacking on top of each other like Lincoln Logs??? Torture. But the Modern wing was closed, so that was a bummer. Then I went and bought a bunch of gifts at the market near Church of the Spilled Blood. NOT my favorite place, but the market is awesome!
We went out for awesome Georgian food that night, and although they kind of forgot my order it was a great time and the food was AMAZING. If you ever have the opportunity to have Georgian food, do it, its my absolute favorite. I had a lot of it in Sochi and Adler. I promise I will post my Moscow and Sochi pictures soon.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Anyways, Im exhausted. So off to bed for me and my heart wait no TONSIL problems.
Chmok Chmok,
TaanTaan
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