Eye Update: I'm going to live! :)
I went back to the hospital on Tuesday, and met with another doctor to see how the medicine was working on crazy eye. She said that even though it still looked bad, it was slowly healing up. Thank goodness!!! She told me that for the rest of the day, I was supposed to alternate these medicated eye drops every 30 minutes until I went to sleep (while I slept, I was supposed to put this cream on my eye.... eew). This was intense, but I was ready to do whatever she said to make my eye normal again. ----- So far, it's working very well. My eye doesn't hurt anymore, and it's starting to go white again. Whew! Moral of the story: NEVER, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, SLEEP IN CONTACTS!

So, I was coming down from the 8th floor, and in front of me, there was this young Turkish guy. He was kind of looking around like he was lost. He saw me, and turned around and started speaking very fast German. I got out of it that he couldn't really find his way out. I told him that I didn't speak much German, but somehow communicated in English/German that he could just follow me out of the hospital. He explained that he had injured himself working in a Kebap (greatest sandwich ever) stand on Alser Strasse, and had to come get patched up at the hospital, but now he was lost. (This is a VERY big hospital, so it's easy to get lost... but I'd been there the day before, so I knew my way around.) -- When we got out of the front door, I started to walk off to the U6 station. He started walking the same direction, and then asked if I wanted to let him buy my lunch, since I helped him. Well, I didn't have the heart to be rude (nor did I know the words to really turn the guy down politely) ... plus, a free meal is hard to come by these days, so I accepted.

We went to a very nice, WELL LIT, place called Kent Restaraunt, and apparently my new friend knew everyone who worked there, so they treated us very well. Turkish friend spoke not much more English than I did German, so communicating with him was going pretty slowly. We managed to find out eachother's names and where we were both from.... that was about it! His name is Taren, and he is 22. Other than that, he couldn't explain a lot to me! lol Luckily, I had a pencil and paper, so we started drawing pictures and writing sentences to eachother to try to better explain what we were trying to say. I drew pictures of mom, dad, and Sara when he asked about my family. He was also very shocked to learn that I have a middle name. He really didn't understand that concept. When I told him that now that Sara is married, she has a 4th name, he said that was crazy! :)

Then the question came up about me having a "freund," which means boyfriend. I said yes, and explained that he was studying to eventually become a doctor. This impressed Taren. He asked if we had children, and I laughed and said no. When I said that Bryce was living in America, Taren said, "oh, good. No problem for me, then!" oops.... bad move, Amanda! lol. From then on, Taren tried to communicate to me that he would love to see me again the next day. He gave me his phone number, but since I don't have a phone, contacting him would be impossible.... this kind of made him sad, lol. Poor guy. :)

Turkish wives lead pretty hard lives, or so I hear, so that probably wouldn't be the greatest idea, lol. -- I don't want to run of with a random Turkish guy that doesn't really speak English, and whose career consists of cutting meat for sandwiches! --Not that it's not a lovely profession..... but I think that I'm better off sticking with my English-speaking, Christian, very smart, (at this point, Bryce would want me to say "tall, muscular, and will not be happy if you try to snatch Amanda back to Turkey") boyfriend, lol.