I'm not sure why my thoughts brought me here, I don't really have a point in making this blog post. However, I had this strong urge to write, so here I am.
Since I've been here I've had horrible back pains, which I think have resulted from stress, or just bad posture that I can't quite seem to remember to fix throughout the day. I told my host parents about it a couple of weeks ago and they told me I should go to the doctor who's pretty good friends with them so she could look at it. Weird that I couldn't just go to a chiropractor right away, right? So, I went to the doctor, and of course she referred me to a specialist, but Krankengymnastic (phsyical therapy basically) instead of just a chiropractor. Yesterday was my 5th appointment with them, and it's been working for the most part, the lady who helps me just shows me some exercises to build up my upper back muscles.
While about to go to my physical therapy appointment yesterday (I ride my bike there, it's about a 15 minute ride), I look for the key to open the garage to get my bike, and it's not there. I went outside to double-check that it was closed, and it was. Next step: ask my host sister where the key is. We spent about 5 minutes looking for it, and my host sister ended up calling my host mom. After no luck of finding it, I ended up having to take the bus, which came the same time my appointment started. This is just one example of something that I very easily become stressed over. "Come on Alex, there's nothing you can do about it! Take the dang bus and stop being so stressed over everything!" came to my mind several times when I felt like I needed to cry. Nevertheless, the public transportation didn't fail my expectations and the bus came about 4 minutes late, and having to walk to physical therapy from the bus stop, I was about 15 minutes late for the 30 minute appointment.
I expected to walk in there and somebody tell me, "Forget it, you're completely late for your appointment. You don't get another one, go home." Walking in there cringing, my mouth already open to explain why I was so late, I was greeted with smiling faces from the receptionist and my Physical Therapist saying "Ah da bist du!" (There you are!). They explained that they had called my house wondering where I was and my host sister had told them what was going on. They could tell I was stressed, probably from my constant furrowed brow, and turned immediately into my counselors and kept telling me everything was okay. We used the remaining amount of time to go over another exercise. At the end, I was talking with the receptionist to apologize and tell her I needed to reschedule my next appointment (we're going to the Black Forest again and I wouldn't be here), and she asked me how long I'd been speaking German. I told her three months, and she was astonished- more enthusiastic then the other people's responses had been when I told them. She continued to tell me that I speak fantastic German (which I've still yet to believe) and that WAIT... I don't have an accent!! That was the first time I've heard it, and I completely and sincerely hope it's true. That immediately made all of my stress go away. No accent!!
Then, to top it all off, some random guy who was waiting for his appointment also commented on my German and helped me put my jacket on- how sweet! Needless to say, yesterday night was an improvement. I think it's so funny how when things are going wonderfully I forget how it is to feel so upset over something. For example, just the other day I was submitting my honors application for the college I want to go to. It wouldn't submit, and that was the last day I could turn it in. It wanted me to select a major when it wouldn't give me a major to select. After about 5 hours of randomly crying, screaming at my computer (which I've sworn off of because of how pointless it is- which shows you how seriously upset I was over this thing), and just about giving up, my mom ended up calling them and leaving them a message to tell them that it wouldn't let me submit it. It was about 3:30 in the morning when I ended up going to bed (bad Alex). I was so completely frustrated over this only to find out the next day that because I'm a nursing major, I have to wait for the school to actually accept me as a nursing major before I can confirm it and before it can appear on the application. There's a special honors committee that reviews this handful of applications in January, and the guy emailed me this and told me that he'd put me on the list. It was nice of them to tell me this before I worried so much over it... anyways. Stress = gone.
Now, when I've had such a good day and could just stay home and relax, I've forgotten completely what it feels like to be so stressed out. Admittedly, I can be a little silly sometimes.
Well, that's all that's really been going on so far! Besides the fact that one of my good friends from this program is going back to America tomorrow, which I'm sad about. However I think it's for the best for him, I won't go into too much detail about that.
Gute Nacht Leser(in)s! (Goodnight readers!)
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