Parislog 96
March 1, 2007

I have been quiet for quite a while now for a number of reasons. The first one being that I have been stuck in the apartment for the better part of three weeks due to my foot being messed up. Since I last wrote, I have gone to a doctor at the insistence of H*. The doctor said that I had inflamed tendons and gave me a pile of medication saying that it would be fine in about 3 days. She was wrong. It has been a week and a half now and I am just starting to feel some progress and improvement although I cannot walk yet. I am beginning to be able to move my toes just ever so slightly.This is an intensely frustrating experience. I don’t do well with being dependant on others or having to ask for help. Yet every three days, I need someone to do my grocery shopping for me. I have been asking one person at a time to help so that I don’t overburden anyone. Both A* and H* loaned me cassettes and DVD’s to watch.
Problem with that is that my roommate moved the TV into her room about three weeks ago. She decided that she was more comfortable watching TV in her room. Since I have been on crutches she hasn’t offered to put it out in the living room for my entertainment even just while she is at work. I have asked her and she moved it out but then it went back into her room to not return. I have gone in her room when she is at work to move it myself. That would look so funny to anyone watching. I take a towel in with me, then put the crutches down and sit on the floor. I lay the towel on the floor and lift the TV down onto it. I then scootch on my bum pulling the TV on the towel into the living room where I lift it onto the stand. But then she moves it back into her room and leaves it there again.So then the saga continues. While, I am on my crutches and cannot walk and am not healing as quickly as expected she tells me that she has turned in her notice that she is quitting the apartment. I am not on the contract and therefore if she leaves so do I. She tells me that it is a three-month notice. I am freaking out because I don’t have any idea how long my foot will take to heal before I can get out, get a job, and get an apartment. I think that maybe it is enough time if I can get my foot to heal. I treat my foot like gold. Two days later she comes to me and tells me that it may be less than 3 months if she finds a place that she likes before that. Now I am really freaking out. I can barely see, I am so stressed out.
My friend A* comes to my rescue and says that no matter what happens I have a roof over my head with her. Bless her kind heart. I hate the idea of burdening anyone though and the apartment is tiny. It seems I don’t have much choice though. We were going to move me out this weekend but it is looking like next weekend because that is when some other friends are available to help. So I have decided that I will pay my roommate for 10 days of rent and get out of Dodge.
And the kicker for today was that she showed me the March rent paper to tell me that this was the time of year for the annual rent increase and therefore my rent would now be 15 euros higher, as of today.
So this is why I haven’t been writing of late.I got the magazine with my first published photo. My picture is the one circled above and the second picture is the cover of the magazine but not my photo (I wish!). Unfortunately they didn't give me © and name on it that was required. I guess next time I will have to send something more formal.