is a rainy and gray. It is very cold. I just broke up with my friend Chris that I had endless problems with his ex. I normally try to offer encouragement, but this time I could not. The last time I feel the forces I run, I can not follow, or do not want to go. Reasons
there, no question. But always gave battle to the problems, and generally overcame. But today I do not know what happens.
18 years I lived with a violent morally destroyed me, belittled me, he took me to the brink of insanity and suicide. That not only attacked me, but also our children, who are still living its consequences.
With lots of help, much effort and time I got out of that situation and separate.
was not easy: while my children were boys do not work to care. Aware that my children needed to eat, I worked at a vet where did everything. Washed and peeled dogs and cats on the weekends to get some more grip. Cleaned houses to complete the week. He taught at home.
Thanks to the debacle of our country the business closed. Like a miracle, it appeared at that time a substitution at the university where I work now. Was temporary, but I did not care. The salary was (and remains) quite low, but I never had problems with missing hours or one day. Completed
this work, I started working at the Ministry of Science and Technology. Was finally mine. And I love what I do, which is not an understatement. But fate had prepared me more surprises.
separated Soon I got sick. I went down 9 kilos in 3 months, which already looked anorexic. Many times I could not even take water and the pain was unbearable. And the worst is that no one was with the diagnosis.
Sometimes called an ambulance in the middle of the night would not get suspicious that the next day. Over a weekend he spent hospitalized.
But I kept fighting. Took the Rock Crawling and would laburar. Half the time did what had to do, and the other half vomiting in the bathroom. Rock hanging on the back with legs that I did not support her. And came home where I took care of the chores.
At the time spent much time in bed with painkillers.
a day like any other, and without being asked, it appeared the bony. But I faced. "We have to get you off the spleen," said the doctor, "because you have a cyst that occupies it."
When I went to the clinic was happy. I finally end up suffering. But I was wrong.
The operation was a success, but the thing followed. Each time was worse. Flew from mouth, and started giving me morphine to calm down. I had no strength to stand. But either way I stopped and went ...
It took a year to give me a diagnosis. It was a rare intestinal disease. The problem then was to find a gastroenterologist who knew and could treat the disease.
finally found one that charged me a fortune and that he should go 2 times per month, one for him and the 2 nd only to show the analysis, but they charged me strictly to the two (these specialists do not work for social work).
The medication was brutal. So much so that even this summer when I was with my old Cordoba, had me a weekly blood control and pass data to the doctor on the phone to make sure no other problems arise. Everything has its positive side: genetically hairless, I lost the rest of the body hair, and is now I do not need waxing. I only regret I have few tabs, but you can not ask for anything.
As weed never dies, I kept alive and kicking. But the remedies had millions of contraindications. And one day I rot to take a daily rainbow of pills and said enough. I went to see a holistic practitioner who is currently treats me makes me biological treatments that I'm the phenomenon. Controlled
and that case, the problems started with my youngest son. In two years and had 3 suicide attempts and in a neuropsychiatric hospital. And I'm still struggling with that right now. Besides taking care of my other two children, home and work.
usually not slowed, but sometimes I can not over and I get to mourn ...
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