Sarah, Hopefully

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Shop til you drop

Okay, I guess I can let the cat out of the bag now... I`m coming home early! A week early, in fact. I fly out of the Guadalajara airport on saturday morning at 7:10am. Very early! But that`s okay. I will get to XNA in Arkansas by noon, where my parents will pick me up and take me to see my grandpa, who is in the hospital. It`s only about an hour from the airport to where my grandparents live, so... it`s good. It`s such a huge relief to be coming home. I am taking tests in my classes on Friday to finish out my semester and then I will be done.

Today I went shopping! I finally have gifts for people!! I spent a rediculous amount of money, but that`s okay. I got some pretty nifty things at good prices, so... hooray. All of my priority purchases are covered, and a good number of secondary ones, too. ;) Of course, I couldn`t get something for everyone that I adore, but I did my best... and besides, having me back in the country is gift enough, right? ;)

Tonight I am going to the movies for one last time... tomorrow evening there is a big group of people throwing a thanksgiving dinner (not the one that was going to be at Alfonso`s house, thankfully) so that should be fun... and I will be packing like crazy for the next couple of days, I am sure!

Holy crap. I will be home in 3 days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, for those of you who don`t read comments, here is the FABULOUS story that William left me on my last post. In case you get confused, he references all these random comments that he left on the first few entries of my Open Diary long after they were written. Anyways... enjoy. I laughed out loud.


It was a warm afternoon as Sarah walked down the streets of Guadelajara. The fall temperatures were a nice break from the constant summer heat, but something wasn't quite right. Sarah felt more than a little warm. In fact, she had a fever.

She sighed a lonely sigh. She really did not want to see the doctor again. It would be the fifth time she'd been to see the doctor since she'd arrived in Mexico. She hadn't expected to have so many health-related problems, but something kept coming up right after the next. First, the mysterious food poisoning, then the mysterious injury she had received in her sleep. Not to mention her necklace had been stolen by a construction worker.

She walked into the doctor's office."Your name?" asked the secretary. Except, of course, she asked it in Spanish, since she was in Mexico.

"Sarah," she replied. Except of course, in Spanish.

The secretary was about to tell Sarah to take a seat (in Spanish) but before the words were out of her mouth, the door swung wide open, the doctor smiling behind his clipboard."I'm ready to see you, Sarah," he said. Except this time, it was in English.

"So I understand you have a fever..." he nodded, his eyes looking off into the distance.

Sarah paused for a moment. "How did you know?"

As if he didn't hear her, he continued walking down the hallway, opening the door of the examination room. "You know, I had a girl in this morning who had a miserable fever. She had the stomach flu too, and she was barfing her brains out. Good thing I didn't have to deal with her for long. Just gave her some needles for self-injections and sent her on her merry way."

Sarah sat down on the table. She didn't like how the tables here weren't covered with thin paper like they were in America. It seemed dirty.

"Now, I'm going to need you to take your clothes off."

Sarah stared at him blankly. "Why? I just have a fever."

"It's necessary for the examination," the doctor repeated.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room.

"Is there a female doctor who could do it...?"

"No. I have to do it myself."

"I don't feel comfortable taking off my clothes here."

The doctor set his clipboard down and took off his glasses. A strange smile crept over his lips. "If here isn't good for you... what about my basement?"

Suddenly a lightbulb went off in Sarah's head. The basement... where had she heard this before? It was so familiar... Suddenly, it hit her. She grabbed her purse (which had no money left in it--it had all been stolen) and smacked the doctor upside the head. She grabbed him by the nose and proceeded to yank off the mask covering his face.

"Cody!" she screamed. "I knew it was you all along! Who else would continue to harrass me all the way in a foreign country with suggestions of making out in the basement?!"

The doctor... er... Cody turned away in shame.

"Sarah, I've never forgotten that dance we shared at our freshman formal."

"I have. Cody, that was almost four years ago."

Cody looked her square in the eye, an anger burning inside him. "I thought you loved me! And when you fled south of the border, I had to follow! I disguised myself as a doctor so I would be guaranteed to see you!"

"What?" Sarah exclaimed. "How did you know you would be guaranteed to see me?"

In an awkward pause, Cody hesitantly looked towards the ground.

"Wait a minute..." Suddenly it all made sense. Sarah started piecing it together like a jigsaw puzzle. "That mysterious food poisoning? That mysterious injury that just happened in the middle of the night! Those were no coincidences! You did that deliberately!"

Cody sighed. "All right, I'll admit it. It was I who poisoned your chicken that one night, and it was I that came to you in the middle of the night and broke your kneecap with a hammer. And, yes, I was the one who exposed you to certain bacteria to give you a 100.7 degree fever. It was the only way I'd be certain I could see you."

"And that's why you gave me the self-injecting medicine? So I would have to come back here three times a day?"

He nodded.

"And what about my necklace?" Sarah demanded. "Where is it?!"

"I haven't the slightest clue."

"Cody, where is my necklace?!!"

Embarrassed, he opened his pocket and pulled it out. "I couldn't stand the thought of another man giving this to you."

Sarah snatched it from his open palm and turned away in disgust. So all these hospital visits... all these mysterious burglaries... these were all the fault of Cody.

"Cody, I can't believe you," Sarah spat in disgust. "You have done nothing but ruin my time in Mexico! You are a sick man!"

He paused. "So... does this still mean you want to make out in my basement when my parents aren't home?"

Sarah grabbed a handful of syringes and jabbed them in his back before marching out of the hospital.

For the remaining two weeks, Sarah lounged in the sun, no longer sick and no longer stolen from. Cody had been deported back to the states and she could now relax and enjoy everything about her time in a new country. She watched movies only at the VIP theater (with leather armchairs and tables with waiters) and ate nothing but imported American food. And when she came back to America for Christmas break, she was proud that she had indeed had the time of her life, even though it may have taken a while to get to that point. She was also very proud that she'd stabbed Cody with syringes. THE END.


  • Cody! ahahahahhaa... that's GREAT

    OH - call me when you're back in les states, i have freek weekends! forgot to give you that command the last time you called, must've been too distracted by my noodles, hm...

    By Blogger Courtney, at 3:01 PM  

  • Omg! Omg!

    Two days now! WOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!

    Yay! Our Sarah's coming back! *squeal/bounce for joy* I'm so happy! I'm going to go wet my pants now.


    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 6:54 PM  

  • lmao. Cody :D

    By Blogger Julia, at 10:12 AM  

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