Before Barcelona (Doctor's office)

Well, I'm really glad I went through all of that trouble to get my travel pass... Half of the metro track is shut down to make room for the Semana Santa (Holy Week) decorations and such.
Tuesday I finally gave my presentation for Literature class. I hate Lit, but I was definitely a fan of this book. Don Juan Tenorio is a legend that a million versions have been made of and we read it and I did my project on the secondary characters. Of course, I procrastinated the whole thing. So, I was supposed to email Ana (my prof.) my project so she could check all the grammar and stuff, but she never got it. So Monday, I was going to present my work, basically, blind. Everyone else had had theirs checked by her.
I met with her Tuesday morning because despite 3 more tries of emailing... It still didn't work. I'm so proud of myself! She told me she thought I'd done a great job and wanted to copy my work to hand out to the class as a review of the book. Thank you Thank you.
On Tuesday I also got really sick, really fast. During the day I was coughing and my throat really hurt. But I assumed it was allergies because since I've been here, I've already been sick. It normally doesn't happen this often. By 7 p.m. I felt faint and was freezing cold but my forehead was burning hot. I got straight in bed and didn't wake until dinner.
Mari was very concerned. I had to take my temperature (in my armpit... I almost stuck the thing in my mouth! Mari freaked out, "what are you doing?!" hahaha) It took a couple tried but I finally learned my temp. was 36.6 and 38 means fever. I almost didn't believe it was that low, though. I'd woke up in a wet bed I was so hot. I also sweat all through dinner. Samara kept saying, "you're sweating."
No crap! I'm hotter than you-know-what. Mari kept touch my forehead hahaha.
Wednesday I had my first test for my normal classes. I couldn't wait to get it out of the way because after the test, I was just riding it in until Barcelona.
Why I think Barcelona will be awkward: Two weeks ago I was in Granada with a bunch of my class. Someone asked me who I was going to Barcelona with and I said Sarah, Angela, Lauren Harrell, and some random girl."
Truth is, I'd seen this girl ONE time, when we were booking the flights and stuff. She'd made no effort to get to know us (a.k.a. the people she'd be living with for 5 days...) It all just seemed odd to me. I told whoever had asked me that she seemed kind of cold and I wasn't sure I'd like her because she'd been really short with Angela. All true. She... MAY have been behind me as I said this. I, again, couldn't even tell you what she looks like at the time. But Angela remembered.
The whole rest of the trip in Granada, every time I saw her she'd give me the most evil look. I was trying to walk out of the bathroom on that Saturday and she just stood in the doorway (she was part of the line) and wouldn't step to the side after I asked her to. So, I just pushed my way through and my big, red bag caught on her and wanked her back... All I wanted to say was, You're just proving my point!
On Wednesday I felt sick. I felt sicker every hour. Thursday I went to the doctor. I was going to go on Wednesday, but I wanted to wait to go Thursday so someone from my school would take me. They are supposed to translate and fill out all the paperwork for the students. I really wanted that.
On Thursday, I went to school to meet with the woman who was supposed to take me. It was Aco, the same woman I've been talking with all year about my housing situation all year. my neck was so stiff and my ears were so plugged, we didn't talk a lot.
When we finally got to the doctor's office ( I had to pay for the taxi, bring a ton of papers, etc...) I realized "doctor's office" meant free clinic.
My "interpreter" was only good for filling out the ONE form that was necessary and reading pamphlets. I had to talk to the doctor all by myself. It was terrifying. I didn't even know half of what he said! I kept looking to Aco, thinking she'd help me out, but she just sat there glancing between me and her pamphlet on high cholesterol. Turns out, she doesn't speak English!
It took about five minutes and one look down my "rojo rojo rojo" throat for him to know what was wrong. I got 3 antibiotic pills, a slave and ibuprofen. I had to get them all alone (again) and I couldn't even read the doctor's writing.
Whatever... It's all good. I am healthy now, and the pills only took about 7 hours to start helping. I was worried I'd be sick in Barcelona...