Since it was the anesthesia after surgery and I'm seeing stars every second and without the need to be at night.
The days between pain and analgesics, and my mother chasing me to eat something, juice, yogurt, some broth, cream, custard, ice cream ... and I well, saying that I have taken something or hurts me too, I can not even drink water. (Which in some ways is not entirely false)
But it haunts me too! I look at the calories in everything, and frankly, I removed the urge ... also and my throat hurts like crazy, not eating is not exactly a sacrifice for me, but quite the opposite.
Yesterday I went down to Seville with my parents, this was Palm Sunday, a party related to Easter.
Here especially is very important not only for people but for all Seville Cristano "chapel" that price, which of course will be decked out in his suit jacket, vest, shirt and tie (if male) or wedding dress dubious, pamela, makeup and heels and matching handbag (for women) do not care 35 º in the shade, or in the street does not fit a pin ... Sevillians always willing to follow a mannequin surrounded by gold and velvet in the streets! I respect him a lot ... but much respect it seems to me absurd and hypocritical, people complain of strategies in crisis and then restaurants are full uu lso
Anyway, that went out with my parents, I dressed up and everything (well em put a dress and wedges) not because it was Palm Sunday, but had long porqeu stuck at home that I wanted to dress up girlfriend lol
Although later the truth is that I was sorry ... You have never mounted emtro and you felt the fattest person in the world? I felt for so ... I was simply ashamed of strategies in the street, the clothes suddenly seemed absurd, ridiculous and too summer (although it was hot) and was not wearing socks in ... suspenders I wanted to die.
At noon we sat on the terrace of a bar, my parents asked to eat and I could hardly swallow a sip of water.
We stayed there, they were eating, I watched as people devoured (felt like vomiting and stomach too empty) until I felt too bad and we went home, which cost us his own because the streets were cut to the fucking steps (with respect) and the seats reserved for people who paid (we now have to pay up to see it or to pass on the street).
When we took the subway was coriosísimo, because the outward toward the center was packed, and the back home almost empty.
I arrived and did not change me, threw me on the couch, took off my shoes, I took the pain medication and fell asleep until some friends came to visit. Moreover
all right, enough throat hurts but not to eat the escusaperfecta ... sound crazy but I do not know if I want to recover jajajaja
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