My Resident Visa

Yikes. I was looking at my blog today when I realized it’s been what? ELEVEN days since my last post. I’m sure you were very worried about me. I know. It’s okay. I’m sure you were asking yourself why I hadn’t posted with some witty commentary on some new medical test I’ve had done recently or whatever. It’s been a tough week and a half for me, too. In truth, I haven’t much been online because I’ve felt like utter crap.

No, I’d rather not elaborate. But, if you picture like some of your worst food poisoning ever and then make that 24/7 everyday of the week, then maybe you can sort of understand where I’m coming from. It culminated in me vomiting in several cars, begging my husband to pull over to the side of the road, only to puke in front of an orange-vested highway picker-upper. My husband was rubbing my back as I hurled saying, “It’s okay.”

“God. He probably thinks I’m drunk.” When I’m sick, all Spanish goes out the window. He’s lucky I was even coherent.

“I happen to think it’s a talent if you can still manage to be drunk at 10 AM.”

You would.”

Then repeat the whole process all over again, but the next time in a taxi. Nothing at all awkward about blowing your cookies in front of strangers!

But, I’m not going to concentrate on that. Because I’m feeling better thanks to the little pink pills they gave me at the clinic. I could seriously write a poem about those magic little pills.

Instead, I’m pumped because I got news this week that my visa has been approved and I don’t need to do anything until they write me to tell me that I actually need to do something. Then I get to go through all the fun, early morning, long-line waiting, pain in the butt, bureaucratic steps that will result in me once again having a resident visa in this country. Whew.

And I’ll have my very own Chilean ID card. Even though I still remember my old number, I long ago lost the card. And Chileans use their ID numbers for EVERYTHING. Checking out at the grocery store? What’s your ID number? Buying gum at the pharmacy? ID number, please. Making an appointment at any clinic, ANYWHERE? If you don’t have that damn ID you are screwed.

Actually, it kind of surprises me the frequency with which it is used. It would be like in the US if they asked for your social security number or driver’s license number at every turn. And we are so paranoid about identity theft that they would probably only deign to ask us to confirm the last four digits.

I asked my husband about that once, why no one was afraid of identity theft. Because seriously, you need this number for everything and everyone just shouts theirs out at the top of their lungs at every opportunity. He’s was like, “No. That would be hard, because your picture is on
your card.” Yet, I don’t think that pictures on anything have stopped online identity fraud in the US. So good news if you are an ID thief and you are looking for a new venue. Chile is ripe for the picking! Just don’t tell them I was the one who told you.

Sorry. It’s just weird. That’s all. And very trusting, in a way, which is sort of the antithesis of most Chileans who run the gamut from paranoid to tin foil hat makers when it comes to being robbed.

And I will have one (well, the same one again) very, very soon.

If I don’t get on in the next few days, HAPPY EASTER!

7 responses to “My Resident Visa

  1. Glad that you got those magic pink pills and that your Visa was approved. That’s like winning the Chile lottery, twice, isn’t it?

  2. Tamsin Michelle

    Gosh you poor thing, hope you’re feeling better. On the upside, congrats on getting your visa!

  3. Imperfectmomma

    That is so weird! I wonder why it only really affects us. Man, I really love your blog.

  4. Congrats on your visa!

  5. Yay for your visa! :D I’ve been waiting for my work visa/resident’s card for four months. :P Don’t think it’s ever going to happen at this rate. Ha!

    Poor you and feel ill. :( :( Not good. Really not good. Sending get well wishes your way, hunni.

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