Maxim self defense guide
Originally uploaded by sillypuddy.Ok, so I should've written a post some time ago, but its taken me a while to build up the energy and motivation (and sheer boredom) to do it. Usually I have all of those things (especially the boredom) at least once a week in the campo, but things have been a little different recently, as though that follow my twitter stream (twitter.com/jamesfordiv) are sure to know. Since things haven't been that interesting, though, I'll do some large scale summarizing here to spare you from the day-to-day of my life at this point.
7/20 - 7/25
In the beginning of the week I was debating a trip before my party to go see Brad and Tami before they take off on Monday for the US. It rained a little though and then the bus didn't come on Wednesday so I figured it would just be too hard to do that and try and plan my party for Saturday. I found a deal on the meat and the liquor and worked on getting everything setup. It was good I didn't leave or it never would have gotten organized. I did have to go to the bank, though, because I was out of money to pay for the party and had planned on getting it at an ATM in the city. Took the opportunity to show my computer to Antonia as she is interested in buying it. I also learned this week that I wouldn't get a follow up volunteer. My going away party on Saturday was also going to be an introduction, but because of the contraband and drugs that may or may not be in the surrounding countryside, no other volunteers were going to be placed in the area and they didn't want to put someone else like me, without volunteer neighbors or support. They said that they'd do a security study and maybe get some volunteers out next year. I don't think its dangerous, I lived without doors on my house for almost a year and never had any problem. Not to mention, I like to run all over the countryside and have never had anything happen to me. Oh well. Guess Pepita and Cleo are going to Paraguayans. I hope they'll be ok.
7/26
Today is the day of the despedida (going away party). A 10 kilo (20 pound) pig, 15 kilos of pork meat, and 30 kilos of cow meat, sopa paraguaya (cheese corn bread), mandioca, rice salad, lettuce salad, 2x12 liters of beer, 2x12 3/4 liters of beer, 12x1 liter boxes of wine, a bottle of tequila, 1/4 bottle of vodka. I had quite a party planned and went to the radio in the morning to say goodbye and invite the town to come and eat (since I wasn't going to). Other people took care of setting up my house and cooking and such so I hung out with Minerva for a bit until things started to pick up. Once people arrived I brought a table from Yeni's with Rodi and taught beer pong, which was a pretty big hit. I was actually playing pretty well too. When the table got taken over for food serving I gave out the tequila and vodka shots and then chilled out drinking beer until everyone left. I think it was over around 2:30am, so not too bad, but I was pretty done.
7/27
Woke up very hung over with Rolando at my door in the morning looking for his jacket or something he left last night. He took me down to the store to pick up some water and bread to for breakfast to help my hangover and some toilet paper and soap (bathroom was destroyed). I spent pretty much the rest of the day cleaning my house and taking long breaks to nurse my headache. Mostly stuck with the bread for food. Visited Yeni a little in the afternoon. Her dog just died. Probably because all the hormones they injected into it so it wouldn't get pregnant even though it was already in heat. They'll want Pepita when I leave even more now to be security, but I really don't want to leave her there to be chained up all day and probably have the same fate at Ponchy. Poor thing.
7/28
Got up early to catch the 6am bus. I didn't have any food for breakfast really and wasn't feeling a chipa stop somewhere (pure animal fat and cheese) so bought some sugary cookies that were at least vegan. The lady said the 5am bus is the direct one and the 6am would go everywhere before hitting Encarnacion and I'd do better to take the other bus to pavement and change there, which I decided on. It only saved me about an hour, and cost me about double, but I still think it was kind of worth it. In Encarnacion I went down to zona baja to visit the post office and ask how much it would cost to ship one of my bags to the US so I didn't have to take it on the plane. I found the old location closed and no sign to say where the new post office was. I passed a DHL and the bag would cost like $250 with them so would not be worth it at all. They said I'd need around 50Kg. to make it worth it. From there I went to a restaurant across from the plaza and had a really good lunch of veggie ravioli with peso sauce and a big salad with strawberry juice to drink. It was a big splurge, but I felt it was very deserved. From there I went to the supermarket and picked up the dog food I wanted (meant to get cat food later at a vet to be cheaper, but I forgot) and since I was about back at the terminal for the 4pm bus I decided to skip out on yummy Japanese food for dinner or staying the night and ran to get Clara's dance shoes for her birthday present, some supplies for Cesar, Antonia, and Yeni that they had asked for, and the new Batman and Wall-E dvds. The bus home was uneventful and the last leg was almost empty so we got home pretty fast. I dropped off the supplies I had bought and went home for a nice shower and rest.
7/29
I don't really remember what I did during the day, but I started out with some yummy oatmeal and kiwis that I had picked up in Encarnacion. I think I probably got a run in and did some hanging out, reading more of "Buddhism without Belief," which I had never finished. I also hung out at Cesar's a little to watch the new Batman, which I had also picked up in Encarnacion. I didn't get to enjoy it too much, though, as Ornella wanted to play during it and it seemed really long. Minerva sent me a text when she was on her way back from Encarnacion that she would need help with all the stuff she bought for the pharmacy. When she got off the bus I went down with Pepita and we waited for Carlos, Teresa, and Javier to show up with the wheelbarrow. Carlos took a big box in that and Minerva and I carried a large bag together to her house. I was probably around 6pm and about dark out. I wanted to watch Wall-E, which I had also brought from Encarn, with Luz and she wanted to watch it at Javier's house, which I wasn't thrilled about. I decided to think on it and went back home with Pepita. I decided it'd be fine and went back down, leaving Pepita at my house. Luz, Javier, and I started the movie while Minerva watched her telenovela in the other room and Teresa went out for dinner at a neighbor's house. Luz eventually left and Minerva joined us to finish the movie. After it was over Javier wanted to go to bed and I wanted to head home so went to leave saying goodbye to Minerva in her living room and going out the front way. After I closed the gate to her patio behind me a guy ran up from out of the shadow at the side of her property. He had a blanket over his head so I could only see kind of around his eyes and he had a big knife in his right hand. He pushed me a little and made threatening gestures with the knife and toward the gate like he wanted me to open it. I was a little taken aback, obviously, but strangely not panicked or anything like that. From what I've learned in Jujitsu and the way he held the knife high over his head it would have been easy to disarm him, but instead I just kept looking at him and said I wouldn't open the gate, that it wasn't my or his house, and that I didn't have the key (even though there is no lock). When I finally thought that it must be a joke I asked if he was Rodi, even though they didn't look alike I assumed it had to be someone I knew pulling something. It is about there when I got stabbed in the lower left gut and pushed to the ground in front of the house. It was kind of a slash and some of my intestines came out a little. I thought the assailant started to leave so I started to call for help from Minerva when he came back. I said, "Look what you did to me," showing my guts, and he stabbed down two more times hitting my mid-right gut and my shoulder. I got the point that this guy was no good and got up and ran, loosing my flip-flops in the street. Strange enough, I was thinking to myself, "I've felt worse than this running before." I went about half a block around in front of another pharmacy on the corner of the street and hit the bells and lay down in front. It didn't look like anyone was home, but I wanted to be immobilized so I wouldn't bleed too much. Prof. Alberto happened to be passing and I waved his car down and when he saw me bleeding he took off to inform the Espinolas. I took the chance to grab a quick cellphone picture (see my flickr or facebook albums). Yeni freaked when she ran over and saw me but I told her to calm down and not try to pick me up and bring me to the hospital and they got me in Alberto's car and we made the trip to the clinic in Major Otanho. I met the prosecutor there to describe my attacker and they got some photos (I'll try to get copies). There wasn't much pain besides a king of knot in my stomach like I was going to have diarrhea. In the car I tried calling the PC doctor, Doctor Luis Valiente, but didn't get through so called Jason, the acting head of Peace Corps Paraguay, who coordinated things. At the clinic they couldn't do much besides sew up my shoulder, which was bleeding a bit from a cut vein, and put something over my guts for the trip to a bigger hospital for surgery. I didn't have to think twice to say Argentina. The ride there was pretty painful with all the bumps on the rocky dirt road, but we made it across the river. I wasn't really happy waiting for the ambulance on that side, but I eventually made it to the hospital. The worse thing there was the feeding tube up my nose that made me puke up everything I'd eaten since at least lunch (tasted of the apple I'd had at Minerva's though) and then just waiting for surgery. The knot in my stomach got worse and I was telling them to put me under up until my last moments of consciousness on the surgery table when they finally did just that. All in all it wasn't that long - I got stabbed probably around 8:30pm and was in surgery around midnight or 12:30, but obviously were not my favorite 4 hours ever.
7/30 - 8/2
So I woke up from the surgery and was pretty in and out of it for a bit in the therapy (kind of ICU) unit at the public hospital in ElDorado. I didn't have my own room, but things were separated by walls so I could only see the nurses station. The nurses and doctors were all very nice. Yeni stayed the whole time and came to see me during visit hours and Doctor Luis from the Peace Corps was also often there. The feeding tube really hurt my throat and I was very happy when I got that taken out. The tube for urine was good to get out, I guess, but then meant I had to pee on my own (homer simpson impression: "like a sucker!"). I didn't get shaved for the first few days I was there and the sponge baths were not that great (I was still pulling dirt out of my hair and wiping if off of my neck), so I took a picture. When I was around enough for the nurse to ask me if I wanted to wash my own junk I took pride in telling her I was there for the full service. I did eventually get one nurses' email address, but it was a different one. There was no entertainment beyond the radio that they nurses station had, but they generally brought pretty good music (it was kind of torture one night when they played all latin romantics though). The doctor lent me a book called "Confieso que soy Argentino," which I didn't get to finish, but really enjoyed the part I read. I also learned how bad some Paraguayans treat the Argentine staff, who are doing them a humanitarian favor in the first place by admitting them to this hospital. There was no love lost, though. When I told the head nurse how my doctor was planning to take me back to Asuncion, she said, "Why? The Paraguayans with money come to Argentina for treatment." It's true, and Peace Corps even recommended San Paulo for my next stop, but my doctor is Paraguayan and knows the Paraguayan hospitals and has contacts so I trust his judgment. Security came by to ask me some questions about my attacker and such, but overall it was a lot of trying to sleep for as many hours as possible during the day in the kind of dim room without any windows at eye level. On Saturday the 2nd I was put in an ambulance and brought about 2 hours to Puerto Iguazu airport, where I had flown in with Melissa, and boarded a private plane ambulance where we got a bird's eye view of the falls and I got a yummy sprite - the first food that wasn't a tiny portion of instant breakfast that was keeping me hungry. We got to Asuncion about an hour later and it was a quick ambulance ride to my hotel/hospital. The people that really need thanking during this time are Yeni, Doctor Luis, the nurses and doctors, and the people from my town who came to donate blood as I apparently lost a good amount (1.5 liters I think the nurse said). Now I share their blood and am really Paraguayan.
8/2 - 8/10
I'm in a private hospital in Asuncion, Paraguay. I have my own room, which is bigger than my room at my house. I have cable tv, a bed that I can control the tilt of, a fridge, my own bathroom, and seating for visitors. I also have a little button to call nurses, though they don't always show up right away, or the first time you press it. Its kind of like a nice nursing home or something with my 3 opening windows that give a nice view of the nearby neighborhood with blooming trees. I'm told it isn't for old people, though, and mostly just people with money who are visiting the hospital for things like pregnancies or other medical issues that need to be monitored. I received a lot of visitors here and want to especially thank Mabel, Jill (vegan oatmeal cookies and strawberries!), Carola (who brought my flowers from her and her husband!), Jason, Fernando, and my host family from Las Piedras. I wasn't too thrilled when Mabel's aunt came two times to try and sell me a pyramid scheme called Forever Living, which is out of Texas, but is getting big here. I was also pretty weak when I first got to the hospital and having visitors was pretty hard on me, giving me a fever one day after talking all morning. For that I put up a restricted visitors sign, which helped get the point across. It was also a shame that people wanted to visit more in the beginning, but now that I'm feeling better I don't get so much. I just wanted to mention the card on the flowers that Carola brought me, of which there is a picture on my flickr account, which says "OK, OK, we get it, you're invincible... No need for further proof, eh? :) Mejorate pronto." So sweet. So after a day or two I was taking a few steps and by the 8th I was even showering myself under the shower. I was supposed to leave that same day to stay in a nearby hotel, but I started to feel pretty bad in the afternoon and lost my appetite. I had been off the IV drip and was taking my antibiotics by pill and so it was thought that maybe they were just too strong for my weak stomach. Also, the waste exit (use your imagination) that they made for me in Argentina was a little small so I was backing up a little. It was decided I'd go back on the drip and stay at least the weekend. On the 9th they used a little electric cutter to open the hole a little more. Apparently there aren't any nerves on the intestine so I just lay there and listened to an electric popping sound with a little burned hair smell. I didn't feel like much dinner, but by Sunday the 10th was still showering for myself and walking around. There hasn't been much to do, but got some homework done for one of my online classes, the other teacher letting me suspend my work until I'm back in the states. I'm still not a big tv fan and there isn't much on, but a lethal weapon or steven segal movie now and again keeps me from going out of my mind and the BBC Worldnews channel has been good for a different perspective from CNN. Oh, and the hospital has been pretty good about my vegan diet (though I have to remind them about eggs and cheese sometimes). My doctor said my diet should help my condition and I attribute it (along with being in shape) to my fast recovery.
The plan for this week is to see how I'm doing tomorrow and drop the IV and move me back to pills and maybe move me to the hotel. I, at the very least, want to go to my swearing out ceremony, which is probably going to be Wednesday at the Peace Corps office. I'll then probably be flying back to the states on Thursday to hang out at home and consult with a surgeon there about putting me back to normal digestive and scar wise. These reversals usually have to wait a couple of weeks or months, but hopefully I'll have it all fixed for my birthday.