The Cat’s Out of the Bag🤷🏻‍♀️🤪🤦🏻‍♀️👍

So, I’ve tried to keep it as a secret from my parents for over a week now and I have failed. Totally lol. Remember in my previous post I made references about frisbees and how awful they are? Yeah….. that was about me. So, my third day in country, I was out walking with some of the other girls in our group and saw that there were others playing frisbee. Obviously I wanted to play. BAD IDEA NUMBER 1. We were just throwing it around to each other, chill chill. That got boring so we decided to play a little game of ultimate frisbee. BAD IDEA NUMBER 2. Well, we had literally just started playing, and I was wide open and so I was thrown the frisbee, or rather attempted to be thrown the frisbee, but instead collided with this tall long haired fellow and felt instantly that I must have literally broken my thumb. I couldn’t feel anything but the fact that I couldn’t move it and it grew more swollen by the second. Everyone was like ummmm is she hurt? 🤣 I just kept saying, “I think my thumb is broken, I think my thumb is broken!” And I went to the PC Medical Officer and was like “Fíjese que………creo que me quebré mi pulgar” And I was brought the back medical room where our PRECIOUS (BUT LITERALLY PRECIOUS) PCMO came and was like “oh honey what did you do? Let me put some ice on it. I’m going to get you some tea to take some ibuprofen. Can I bring you your lunch? Can I just give you a hug?” Y’ALL. I WAS SO TAKEN BACK BY THE AMOUNT OF LOVE AND KINDNESS AND CALMNESS SHE HAD. Of course I was just so angry with myself thinking like WHY did this have to happen NOW?!?!?! The first thing I asked (amidst my tears lol) was if this was going to be something that would send me home, and her response was “oh honey, HELL NO!” My heart y’all!!!!! Even though my thumb was dead, my heart was very much alive, and I was yet again reassured that this is the place where I was supposed to be. Anyways, after icing, the PCMO determined I needed to get X-rays to rule out a break, so I was told I had to go back to the capital to the ER…… lovely. Well, it actually wasn’t so bad turned out. The lovely gentleman who collided with me actually accompanied me to the ER, out of the kindness of his heart. And because he potentially broke my thumb… 🤪 Peace Corps organized everything. Organized my transportation, called the ER to let them know I was coming, and literally took care of everything. I was just so shocked by everything. So we made it to the ER, and they take me IN A WHEELCHAIR to get X-rays. I begged to walk lol. But it was protocol. To wheel back every patient. So I got my X-rays, was brought to a private room, and good ole gentleman thumb breaker was brought back to keep me company 🤣❤️ So when the doctor finally got there, he took one look at my X-rays and said “yep hun you have a bad fracture.” I was like COOL STORY BRO IT IS LITERALLY MY THIRD DAY HERE AND IVE FRACTURED MY THUMB. Another scary thing, as if I wasn’t stressed enough yet, he told me that the fracture was so bad that if the cast he put on me didn’t move the bone back into place, I’d have to have surgery right then and there. BUT THE CAST WORKED THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!! So I’m stuck with this lovely blue cast for six total weeks, only 4 and a half weeks left now 🙂 Life is a struggle with a cast y’all. But to end the night, my awesome cohort wrote me a precious card that I will forever love and appreciate 🙂

So, moral of the story, I’m a big dummy. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you mom and Dad lol. I just didn’t want to worry you. But now you know and have plenty of other things to worry about ❤️❤️

Enjoy the pictures of my fabulous third day in Guate🇬🇹🤦🏻‍♀️🤣

Week 1: host fam, PST, language training and FUN❤️🇬🇹❤️

“Wait, I’ve only been here a week?!” Is something you’d likely hear any of the PCTs say at this point. Like seriously, time moves slower in Guate. I feel like I’ve been here in my first site for way longer than just 1 week!

This week (and several prior days) has been full of ups and downs for many of us. From random (destructive) encounters from frisbees, to stomach bugs, adjusting to the Guate lifestyle, finding fun walking/running locations, visits to the community “Féria”, awkward yet beautiful first encounters with host families, language classes, breathtaking yet mildly concerning views of volcanoes that are actively spitting red hot lava out of its mouth, trying new foods, brushing my teeth in a pila, learning how to hand wash clothes in pila, cold yet refreshing showers, scouring the city for an Internet cafe, crazy roller coaster rides on the public transportation (extremely hard with one hand to grip the oh crap bar), visits to the church, cooking on la parrilla, to refreshing cool Guatemalan breezes.

As you can see, this week has been a blunder of events. But if I had to sum up this week into one word, I’d have to say: BRUH. Jk haha. I’d say: GIBIHFBILMCMCMHFAPCFGMTIO (only PSTs and PCVs will get this acronym joke 🤣)

Guatemala is beautiful, I hate frisbees, but I love my community, mis compañeros, my host family and Peace Corps for giving me this incredible opportunity.

Stay tuned for week 2. But in the meantime, enjoy my favorite pics from this week ❤️🇬🇹

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