As the day went on, my back pain got worse and worse. It felt like if my ribs were in my back, stabbing into my muscles. It hurt to breathe, sit, stand, basically I was a mess. But the trooper that I am, I didn't let on about how much pain I was in until later in the day (to be explained later in the story). When we arrived in Leuven, we split into two large groups. Each group was led by some Belgium teachers who took us on a tour of the historic city. Even though it may not look it, it actually costs A LOT more to live in Leuven than it does to live in Antwerp or Brussels.
After our tour, we gave the students an hour for lunch, and us teachers, had a great lunch at a cafe in the market area. The market has over 37 pubs and restaurants and is a favorite spot for university students to come for lunch and in the evening to relax...or party....depending on your preference.
At the end of the market is a statue of a lady on a bench. The lady is "nanny" of sorts. There is a Dutch word, but I cannot remember it. She is like the "house mother" of the children at the dormitory and watches of them and helps them with their homework. She looks tired and exhausted...and we all know as teachers how hard it is to take care of kids all the time :)
|They ran out of money to finish building the church|
that is why one side is shorter than the other...it was suppose
be much taller as well.
|This is my favorite picture. You just|
turn down a side street, and you find
yourself seeing the most amazing views
|This picture is for my dad. A local|
artist created this to represent how
you preserve insects. My dad has
a butterfly collection done the same way
We left Leuven at 6pm and didn't arrive in Tabor, Czech Republic until 6am. That was the worst 12 hours of my life. My back was in excruciating pain and there was just not comfortable position to get into. I managed to sleep for an hour here and there but the bus stopped about every two hours on the way home, so there was no way I was sleeping much. About 2am, I was in so much pain, the tears flowed and there was no way to stop them. I was in so much pain, I was so tired, and I just wanted to get home so I could sleep in my own bed. To give a simile as to what I was feeling, it was like a hundred knives being stabbed into my back and being twisted and twisted and then re stabbed...so not good.
I finally made it to my own bed at 7am and tried to sleep. The pain became worse so I called Romana and she took me to her doctor. The doctor was very nice and I was so thankful that she would see me on a Sunday. I got an injection and some pain medication and hoped that I would feel better. The diagnosis: a strained muscle. My stupid back muscles were inflamed and not happy with me. I am only 35 and my body should not be falling apart. I guess I slept wrong and all it took was one wrong move of my body and my muscles raged war against me. I stayed home from school on Monday because I couldn't move and Romana took me back to the doctor. I got another injection and made an appointment to see a rehabilitation massage therapist on Tuesday. Here in the Czech Republic some massage therapist are licensed doctors...the Czech Republic actually sees the medical benefits of massage here, unlike in the USA.
|It is hard to see, but the darker brown colors|
are the acupuncture band-aids. Beneath
those "band-aids" are needles stuck in