Tuesday, July 24, 2012

The Reality show gets Real

Sorry not to have written in a while. Here's what you missed on the Reality Show Arrivedercibklyn where a family of three moves to Italy, gets fleas, gets rid of fleas, gets diabetes, works to get rid of diabetes, and has more understandings than misunderstandings -- which is saying a lot.

T has been through the mill. Or as F says . . . the milk. It has been a hard time. She has had handfulls of her hair fall out on the floor. She has inflated and deflated with this weird allergic type reaction where her hands, feet and face fill up with fluid. She has had headaches and low energy and bad moods, and, amazingly enough, good moods. The doctor thought that I was a superficial exercise teacher who was overly concerned with her swelling stomach. That was a low point. Then through twists of fate I got a fellow patient who is friends with both the doctor and my friend the police officer (Lucca is a microcosm)  to explain that I was actually concerned about these strange sporadic bouts of edema. The doctor at the hospital of Lucca called the children's hospital in Florence and we now have an appointment to go to an allergist because T may be allergic to the brand of insulin she is taking. I have continued to do bioenergy treatments for her and she has continued to have crazy ups and downs in her blood glucose numbers that we can't talk about to the regular doctors or they would think we were weird energy healing people. Go figure.

We had to go to this dermatologist at the hospital about her hair and it turned out to be a creepy building and before I could stop F he stepped on the largest dead spider I have ever seen. I think it was possibly a tarantula. When he stepped down it made a crunching sound like he had gone to the chiropractor. Gross. (No accompanying photo.) We all got back into the car and had a panic attack after that.
poor swollen footie

Here's what has transpired with my obsessive decorating thanks to having watched the show Novogratz by Design on sidereel, I made us all go bright and early to the mercatino which is a huge indoor vintage clothes and used furniture store in the San Marco area. There I found a chandelier for only 60 euros for the livingroom. It turned out to be the Charlie Brown's Christmas chandelier in that it was filthy and missing six crystals and probably we will stick candles in it, rather than trying to get the wiring to work, but I love it just the same. It embodies the true spirit of . . . well HGTV. And also a great, gold framed mirror.  I also got a turquoise Indian lantern for the office/workoutroom/guest room and a whole bunch of plain border-less frames. The frames are for T's artwork from age kindergarten and up that is going to go on the wall of the bathroom.

This week I had some luck treating a man with MS whose hands starting moving better after the treatments and a woman with a stiff neck and a broken heart, but Bioenergy healers know how much helping other people in this way gives you back in your own life. It translates at the very least as awesome Karma.

We love Giusy. Here we are reading each other's lips even though she is bilingual.

Super ugly sculpture of a an upside down pineapple head.
Yes, that is indeed a skeleton earring.
In the random acts of kindness segment of our show: Serena took me for a walk around the walls. Then she saved the day by getting us reactive strips for the blood glucose meter from her hospital. Since they were not the right brand for our machine she found us a new meter to get us through the last few days of the month. We were bartering against the monthly amount of free supplies we get from the Italian government at the pharmacy and ended up short so I went to Serena's pilates class last night and she gave me the goods. My boss Fabio, who was teaching the class, was afraid to ask me how I was because last time he did, with a knowing look and in English, I burst into tears. I also did that tear drying gesture that does not translate here so he thought I was frantically waving him away. Giusy called her cousin who is a doctor to talk to me on the phone and got contacts from coworkers who know people who know people who have diabetes. So sweet. Then Bianca's ex sister-in-law Claudia, who turns out to be an internist, explained other medical stuff to me in nice, slow Italian and offered to cook us all a vegetarian dinner at her house. Patrizia, from Happy gym, calls me every five days to check in on T and is continually lovely to me. This nice expat lady who I think reads the blog offered us some used text books so we could save money on the new ones. Another student of mine knows exactly which Charlie Brown's chandelier I bought at the mercatino and thinks she has some of the missing crystals that she wants to give me for free.

Just when I thought I had beat my own stress related symptoms I got a huge acne cyst on the side of my nose that makes me want to hide under the bed for about ten days, but that's not going to happen because I have to teach the class on the walls tonight at six.

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