I usually save my ranting for Elora or my sister and reserve my blog for the funnier side of my wacky life here in Italy but there are days when I have just had enough and fail to see any humour in the Italian mentality! My rose coloured glasses came off quite a while ago and I have been trying unsuccessfully to be optimistic about life here in the big boot. In fact, it feels like every chance that boot gets, it kicks me square in the ass.
To start with, I was recently informed that I “rushed” my decision to take an apartment away from Mama and now I am paying the price because I have a mould problem and this has subsequently caused a health problem! How the hell was I supposed to know that it had a mould problem or that I was allergic to the shit? I didn’t see any and I didn’t smell any, and apparently 75% of the old buildings here have a mould problem so why should my situation be unique?
I have paid dearly for proper heaters and a dehumidifier and now I have vacated the apartment for the weekend in order to paint a special product to get rid of the mould once and for all (note here that normally this would be an issue for the landlord but not in Italy!). Hopefully this will be the end of my quasi vacations at Mama’s because she is driving me nuts! (Which is why I left in the first place).
For months now I have been having breathing issues, and yes, I know I am also allergic to Coco, but that is not the issue here. I’ve had many cats and the situation is the same. But my health issues have escalated to sleepless nights coughing and wheezing and now I have had to take time off of work. I actually kept a whole group of hikers waiting for my sorry ass to climb a stupid hill last weekend because I couldn’t catch my breath. (Okay, they were all 30 years old or less, but come on, I’m not 80!)
So today I planned to go see the doctor, you know the crack pot one that I loathe because he is a bit too quick with the prescription pad and not so fast on even checking my pulse! Yesterday was a holiday and I had my doubts that this guy would even be there however I was assured that he is open like a clinic and I don’t need to call or make an appointment. Sure enough, armed with a translation (I was up at 3 a.m. writing this shit out), I headed out to his office only to discover that he was briefly there and now gone…what the fuck? (oops, sorry but I warned you about the f-bomb)
The only reason Italians are happy about yesterday’s holiday for 150 years of Unification is so that they can have an extra 2 days to fuck the dog and not work! Not to mention the fact that anyone who comes from another part of Italy is equally treated like an Immigrant here so what is all this Unification nonsense about anyways?
I apologise to any of my Italian readers, but I really don’t see how living here is so wonderful. I’m also wondering if my experiences here are so unique. Okay, I will admit that my husband’s family are a bit odd, but aside from that I don’t think I am alone in my frustration here.
My husband’s family is another matter…for example, I was accompanied to the vet for Coco’s operation but yet when I needed medical assistance because I can’t breathe I’m told that I need to become more independent and stop acting like a child. Whoa! Yes, I can buy groceries and bus tickets and I can even manage to find an apartment but now I am also expected to master medical appointments with a crack pot doctor who clearly doesn’t give a flying fuck about his patients!
And before you ask…yes, I am also PMSing! Excuse me now for I must go sport a face mask and paint.
Have a nice weekend : )