I Love Living in Mexico

 We've been here 5 months now and it's safe to say we love it.  It wasn't a mistake.  It was a great decision to come here, and the amount of stress I have seems like it's halved since I came.

Part of my stress was always financial, despite the fact that I make mid six figures on a bad year, I still stressed out all the time, because I have no children.  The only thing to take care of me in old age is my money, and I imagined I'd need at least $16,000 a month to pay for good care by the time I needed it.  So...I was working my ass off, scrimping and saving, to max my IRA and 401k as much as I could every year.

Here:  it's fine.  I could retire now and I'd be okay.  I no longer have the fear of being left in my filth at a bad nursing home.  

But there are of course, some issues.

After my surgery I got a bad infection.  Puss was leaking from my abdominal wound and internal wound.  I took a round of antibiotics and figured I was good.  But I wasn't.  Because I'm showering in contaminated water.  

Today is the first day I did the infection odor check and it was clear.  This is after many days on several antibiotics.  I think it finally cleared.

That doesn't mean I'm healed.  I popped a stitch because I needed to go shopping and take my 76yo mom to the hospital after a fall in the Sams Club parking lot.  She was okay.  She literally fell hard on the concrete, bounced on her hip, and was okay.  Thank God it was the metal replaced hip.  

We have to be more careful.  I was drenched with sweat and desperate to sit in the car that day.  I walked away from her while she tried to get the loaded grocery cart off the curb.  I fucked up, and it could have cost me everything.  Thank God she's okay.

What happens if you fall in a Mexican Sams Club parking lot?  A flood of workers come to you, clean up all the stuff that fell out of your cart.  Lift your mother to her feet, and help her to the car.  I love that about Mexico.  

Anyway, as I was saying, I popped a stitch and it's that spot that still hasn't healed.  Hopefully soon.  And hopefully before a new infection sets in.  I'm out of alcohol wipes and need to buy some more.

Anyway, someone I knew from the USA had the great idea of trying to send me something illegal in Mexico.  And for weeks I was terrified that we were going to get arrested and deported.  That didn't happen, but it showed me how much this life means to me.  This is my home, and I will not give it up without a fight.  

Mexico is a better, less stress filled life, and I love it here.  I will fight to stay with every ounce of my being.  This is my country now, and I love it.