mi enfermedad, algo personal

My weekend was okay. I took the dog to the beach. It's an impromptu. Also, I got some good news this weekend. I went to visit my roommate's dad, who some mistakenly presumed my father in law, and he told me that my roommate might be able to come back in a week or two and would stay with them, as my roommate would still need carefully prepared diet and continuous speech and physical therapy. This time I dared to ask his dad what they would do about the medical bills (my roommate wasn't insured), and he said they would figure it out. Since they are sending him to Palo Alto to see the therapists, I think they somehow figured out something.

As for Miami, I think I should still try to get it there. I have my own medical condition which is kind of unique and calls for the move. I have been to as many doctors as one can possibly and spent 3 weeks in the hospital going through various exams and one surgery. Various doctors have come up with their different diagnosis. The last one from Kaiser said that if I continue to lose one certain piece of muscle, my right arm would go to waste completely. He said "the last straw" could be added anytime now. So, I don't know about the humidity, but I think the warmer weather is good for my nervous system. I figured out Miami is the most suitable city for me in the U.S. It is 100% a personal thing that I want to go to Miami.

I told that story to some very nosy straight friends why I am still single and not interested in getting married and why I went to Mexico alone trying to experience as much life as possible while I can. Now do you buy that story?