Meet the locals

Sample Deathstalker not mine.
It was squished.

 Sorry it's been a few days since I talked to you guys. It turns out Z or I brought back a hitchhiker from our trip south in one of our bags. Z did warn me to always check my shoes before putting them on. As a result of my haste to get ready for work, I had a rude introduction to Mr Deathstalker.

 It hurt so bad I shrieked. Over what seamed like minutes my right leg went numb and then wouldn't work. Z packed my foot and ankle in a cooler full of ice. I never thought I'd be grateful to be allergic to bees. We had to use both of my EpiPens before Z could get me to the hospital. The doctor did chastise Z, apparently when I lost consciousness he used the second pen on my inner thigh.

 I spent a day in intensive care, and another day sweating and shaking in a private room. I had a bad reaction to a shot they gave me. Through it all Z never left my side. I feel so guilty that Z lost three more days of work. When I finally came to, the  doctor chastised me for not teaching Z how to use my EpiPen. 

 The doc also said I was very lucky. Seams most kids with my allergy to bees, the sting would be fatal. Z said it probably drained most of its venom during a hunt. I hinted, maybe I am not as weak as people think. I was not happy as both men laughed. When the doctor recommended a "bad ass" tattoo to commemorate my survival, Z stopped laughing.

 On the upside I finally got my very first Arabic book. The doctor gave me a children's comic which explained the how, and when, and why of using my EpiPen after contact with the local wildlife. As soon as the doctor left the room, Z pulled me onto his lap and read it to me like I was a baby, his baby. Yes, it is all in Arabic. Yes, it is really a comic book. It was also probably the sweetest moments of my life. 

 When I had my first allergic reaction to a bee sting it resulted in a re-homing before I even got out of the hospital (I was too much risk for the foster family to handle). Z wasn't fazed his love and nurture drive kicked in to overdrive. He even ordered two sets of EpiPen cases for my belt. A pair of black ones for school and work. And a pair of fun cartoon character cases for trips. He knows I am a sucker for Sponge Bob. I argued I liked my ankle holder, he replied that my pens need to be accessible should I pass out again.

 When he took me home last night, he introduced me to our new housekeeper. I went down to the kitchen this morning to try to make Z something special for his breakfast, only to find the new housekeeper soaking grape leaves and preparing our breakfast. 

 Fridays are the first day of the weekend here, I will have Z to myself today and tomorrow unless he has to catch up on office work.

 I feel so stupid and useless right now. I want to be more than his fuck toy or baby. I'm not happy about some of these changes, but I'm alive, and I am with him. One of my foster families introduced me to the beauty of Solomon, "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine." I guess everything else is negotiable. It's just about 4 am, I think I'll slide back into bed and give him a reason to rejoice before he has his morning prayers...

Chase