Jake Weird Vintage 2

CONFUSSION AND HOPE BLURRED LINE, wow I was really ill and fevered when this crossed my mind. I passed through a hellish convalescence, I contracted two throat infections and a dermatomycosis, I was suministrated more than 20 Penilevel and Celestone injections, then all complicated indefinitely with a Epstein-Barr virus, which provoked me, and still it does, chronic fatigue, yeah, I didn't feel very optimistic by then. This suffering was prolongued with some nasty pyramidal effects resulting from mixing Dogmatil with Lyrica/Pfizer (for neurologic regeneration), and I ended, together my boyfriend our anniversary night in "ER", with a convulsions attack. I was interned for a week in Zaragoza. I hated the world, as same Holden did in Arteta's film, and my cervical vertebras suffered to the point I barely could swallow any food during more than a month, xerostomia popped up and Xero Lacer was my friend, together antidepressives and muscular relaxing pills. I'm not a whiner, but I just wanted to remember it to myself, because I'm a tough girl (not really), a ballsy person (neither)... a routine survivor, or just a poor schmock, as Kokodee called me.