Ah, life in this damn country! It is true, how I hate her! ... is full of scam, fraud, hopelessness, in short, everything bad that one can expect about the generalities of life.
So how praise and worship not the exception? How not to highlight a small atmosphere and concentrated light from such darkness? How can we not thank Dr. RG (legal reasons prevent me from mentioning the name), his generosity, his subtle handling of the truth? ... Ah, bitter medicine of truth, golden poison that few of us are eating ...
My life, up to thirty years, spent within the parameters that can be considered normal. Perhaps normality and mediocrity are closely related, to broach the subject repair it but first of all, what the bailout was not going bad, burdensome and complex problems within troubled my mind. And that's the kind of analysis that lends itself best to understand the times that moved me ...
never knew well the genesis of the infamous chaos that disrupted my life. A blow to the children, said one, the residual effect of a psychoactive drug, they felt other malicious, but many more mentioned the growth of a process of degeneration of my mental cells, which lead me to a new and beautiful world of idle plant.
The sad story began one fateful summer day, a morning trivial, simple, boring, everyday, as most of them. I woke up quite late and good humor. I was standing in front of a mirror, watching my droopy morning. That day was not working, I felt almost as their own while running in my blood, red blood cells and gentle Friends. In fact, while I was made a fool, a little more than usual perhaps, the fact is that, before the mirror of my bathroom, turning on the light, the hallucinations began. How do you say? How to describe the infernal paraphernalia, the painful oppression? ... Al first it was a sort of chill that ran through every inch of the body, then came an intense dizziness and a tingling behind the neck to finally start a process confusional delirium. Ah, cruel and disgusting frenzy that almost brings me to this world ... I felt the worst, lying on the bathroom floor, he saw how thousands of cockroaches were coming down the tiles and they approached me, kissed me on the mouth. Ah, what horror, I still feel the tickle of their antennae in my nose, her paws digging into my tongue ... When they left, came the punishment hearing, the tantalizing siren of an ambulance. My eardrums were inflated like a balloon birthday boy blowing a nasty naughty. And then the flash rearwardly and tragic and heartbreaking images of my life: my own death, ah, what a horrible way to die ... I could not return to accurately describe the agonies that were woven in me, that hatched on me, shame me from elaborating.
This was the beginning of my illness, at first the attacks were sporadic, then I counted three newspapers. People who saw me said I writhed on the floor like hell for about forty minutes, while drooling heavily and uttered incoherent words. As an immediate consequence my physical condition began to deteriorate at the same time my psyche, that seemed a carnival of pain dragging his troupe of clowns in intensive care. Within a month I had lost twenty kilos, me, a very thin person, it seemed too. Was wandering on the shadow of a living nightmare that awaited the final. Over
on my skinny figure was paraded before various healing arts professionals: psychiatrists, neurologists, psychologists, healers, psychics, manosantas and who knows how many more ... My head was filled with prayers, prayers, pills, herbs, holy water, cables, buttons and needles. Fifteen hundred studies and analysis, and no solution ... wandered all day for this damn town not knowing what to do. Imagine a poor man wandering in a desert at the mercy of their enemies.
only thing that had changed was my patrimonial state, at that stage, he deserved the epithet of ruin and despair. All I had defrauded the company had used me as a guinea pig, had experimented with different types of treatment, had driven hundreds of needles in me, had suffered most rigorous diets. Would also mention about my sad experience in a mental health public house, where by day trying to steer the course electroshock my health, something was not the case, it is more: worse. The frequency of attacks had increased dramatically in less than a week and the situation was truly unbearable. Suicide was around my head constantly, as the only way out of darkness but, well, I think I already anticipated in the first lines of the story, all led to a happy ending, an unexpected happy ending. What must be called an "unusual case of honesty." A reconciliation with my land and my blood, I feel so ... Ah, the unsung heroes ... Dr. RG
restored my confidence in life. The brilliant career unraveled the cause of my strange illness: a kind of hypersensitivity to certain colors that are expressed in a mutant, sometimes with red, sometimes with green or yellow and was caused by an abnormal secretion of endorphins, a substance similar to morphine, which is our organism. Unfortunately, my rare disease was difficult to predict.
Dr. healed and now I am a new person. I have no visions of hell and terrible. I do not excite the colors. My brain is free from the painful nightmares. Dr. RG
serves without pay plus weighing and social work. I tell you, they will not pay you a penny. The grandparents say it assists in euthanasia. For my part, I recommend it fervor. Would not even charge me the bottle of muriatic acid with which it burned my eyes. "If you can not remove the causes, suppresses the effect," he always said.
So how praise and worship not the exception? How not to highlight a small atmosphere and concentrated light from such darkness? How can we not thank Dr. RG (legal reasons prevent me from mentioning the name), his generosity, his subtle handling of the truth? ... Ah, bitter medicine of truth, golden poison that few of us are eating ...
My life, up to thirty years, spent within the parameters that can be considered normal. Perhaps normality and mediocrity are closely related, to broach the subject repair it but first of all, what the bailout was not going bad, burdensome and complex problems within troubled my mind. And that's the kind of analysis that lends itself best to understand the times that moved me ...
never knew well the genesis of the infamous chaos that disrupted my life. A blow to the children, said one, the residual effect of a psychoactive drug, they felt other malicious, but many more mentioned the growth of a process of degeneration of my mental cells, which lead me to a new and beautiful world of idle plant.
The sad story began one fateful summer day, a morning trivial, simple, boring, everyday, as most of them. I woke up quite late and good humor. I was standing in front of a mirror, watching my droopy morning. That day was not working, I felt almost as their own while running in my blood, red blood cells and gentle Friends. In fact, while I was made a fool, a little more than usual perhaps, the fact is that, before the mirror of my bathroom, turning on the light, the hallucinations began. How do you say? How to describe the infernal paraphernalia, the painful oppression? ... Al first it was a sort of chill that ran through every inch of the body, then came an intense dizziness and a tingling behind the neck to finally start a process confusional delirium. Ah, cruel and disgusting frenzy that almost brings me to this world ... I felt the worst, lying on the bathroom floor, he saw how thousands of cockroaches were coming down the tiles and they approached me, kissed me on the mouth. Ah, what horror, I still feel the tickle of their antennae in my nose, her paws digging into my tongue ... When they left, came the punishment hearing, the tantalizing siren of an ambulance. My eardrums were inflated like a balloon birthday boy blowing a nasty naughty. And then the flash rearwardly and tragic and heartbreaking images of my life: my own death, ah, what a horrible way to die ... I could not return to accurately describe the agonies that were woven in me, that hatched on me, shame me from elaborating.
This was the beginning of my illness, at first the attacks were sporadic, then I counted three newspapers. People who saw me said I writhed on the floor like hell for about forty minutes, while drooling heavily and uttered incoherent words. As an immediate consequence my physical condition began to deteriorate at the same time my psyche, that seemed a carnival of pain dragging his troupe of clowns in intensive care. Within a month I had lost twenty kilos, me, a very thin person, it seemed too. Was wandering on the shadow of a living nightmare that awaited the final. Over
on my skinny figure was paraded before various healing arts professionals: psychiatrists, neurologists, psychologists, healers, psychics, manosantas and who knows how many more ... My head was filled with prayers, prayers, pills, herbs, holy water, cables, buttons and needles. Fifteen hundred studies and analysis, and no solution ... wandered all day for this damn town not knowing what to do. Imagine a poor man wandering in a desert at the mercy of their enemies.
only thing that had changed was my patrimonial state, at that stage, he deserved the epithet of ruin and despair. All I had defrauded the company had used me as a guinea pig, had experimented with different types of treatment, had driven hundreds of needles in me, had suffered most rigorous diets. Would also mention about my sad experience in a mental health public house, where by day trying to steer the course electroshock my health, something was not the case, it is more: worse. The frequency of attacks had increased dramatically in less than a week and the situation was truly unbearable. Suicide was around my head constantly, as the only way out of darkness but, well, I think I already anticipated in the first lines of the story, all led to a happy ending, an unexpected happy ending. What must be called an "unusual case of honesty." A reconciliation with my land and my blood, I feel so ... Ah, the unsung heroes ... Dr. RG
restored my confidence in life. The brilliant career unraveled the cause of my strange illness: a kind of hypersensitivity to certain colors that are expressed in a mutant, sometimes with red, sometimes with green or yellow and was caused by an abnormal secretion of endorphins, a substance similar to morphine, which is our organism. Unfortunately, my rare disease was difficult to predict.
Dr. healed and now I am a new person. I have no visions of hell and terrible. I do not excite the colors. My brain is free from the painful nightmares. Dr. RG
serves without pay plus weighing and social work. I tell you, they will not pay you a penny. The grandparents say it assists in euthanasia. For my part, I recommend it fervor. Would not even charge me the bottle of muriatic acid with which it burned my eyes. "If you can not remove the causes, suppresses the effect," he always said.
