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grinchismo Vol 3: "It's complicated" and paranoia

Anemia was the lesser evil.

The doctor put on his spectacles, took the studies and then greeted me. He sat in his chair and made me take a seat opposite him. I saw it, saw the bookstore and saw the ceiling. His silence was uncomfortable and I wanted to get distracted for not feel in a doctor's office, several minutes passed before he again returned to utter a word (s).

not have anemia, "he said. Your blood tests are fine. I sighed, but no relief, no penalty or anything. only sighed.

took what other studies took encephalography and analyzed. I look back and other such as seismograph grafiquitas carefully. Put special emphasis on small points that seemed to me like the old one, like when you see an X-ray and nothing will seem out of place. I repeated my process of getting lost inside my mind, until the doctor took me out of my dream in dreams.

"It's complicated." Said.

How complicated? I asked.

narcolepsy may well be, but it could be something else. Requiring more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more [I'm not sure how many repeated more times, but I can assert that there were many] to rule you do not have "something" in the brain. Because as I told you it is difficult to diagnose narcolepsy and do not want to confuse with something else, hopefully not, but could be more serious.

What they said so. What he did let me know. Spoke more and talked more and more and more. Both repeated as many times "more." He gave me further instructions and things to do and gave me another appointment.

I wonder how there can be something more serious sleep anywhere. Fall. Suddenly confuse dreams with reality. Unable to sleep at night. And all this, funny, out of context implies. So far I have found funny and to some extent, as I said Madreselvas : "Chic", but still there (if that is), how to get used to living this way. And if that's not what else could be worse? And I think, and I know what else could be but better not, like the time, and friquearse paranoiquearse and to wait. Just wait.

Now, I think, narcolepsy is, the lesser evil.

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Sleeping in public transport will never worried me as I do from life. The problem is when, as now, my biological clock fails and travel a short distance I fall asleep. And then I step. That happened to me yesterday. And before yesterday.

The neurologist, in a nutshell: I scolded. Scolded me that why I had not tried for my insomnia, which always is a symptom of something else and not a single disease not a hobby or a fad, like emos.

From the thirteen years I have had trouble sleeping. I knew the whole late night infomercials and all-CVC at the time-broadcast television. When I discovered the internet television changed the computer, not that I wanted to light and pass the twenty thousand hours in front of the monitor, was simply that I did not sleep, I was scolded because my sleeping habits are very poor, I have no specific time sleeping though it has a wake-up, I scolded him for taking so much coffee and eating too much too late. Smoking and drinking, as Clorets commercial. I scolded

to breathe and do not ask permission.

I made a routine physical examination and reflexes, temperature and others. When I rang my nose told me very suspicious: Ajaj! How long have the flu?. He said it was not cold it was just draining and I started that day and allergy. As a television cliché he stroked his chin with the corner of the index finger and thumb and frowned. "Sometimes it begins as chronic fatigue and flu-like symptoms blablabla said. Maybe it's that and mumbled things to himself as if he had solved my problem. He gave a clinic three times by the y. .. nothing. Please physicians really stop watching House !

I told him my paranoia and whoooole what I had read about narcolepsy and I said yes, that was an option, which is a disorder (or disease?) Difficult to diagnose and had to take some laboratory tests because could only have anemia or something and had to be discarded. Wrote in his letter typical doctor, learned in classes: medical Typography I, II, III, IV, and VII Hieroglyphics health where he scored a prescription my name, age, sex, weight, height and all those things that only doctors understand, and the name of laboratory 126.765 I had to do. They really were like 4. ****

This morning I went for electric. You had to be awake and the other slept. There was no wait that long to sleep. While the "lady" said to be sleeping I was already well empiernado with Morpheus.

Someone told me I should shave and I was very scared, but it is true, as we learned on television in many movies where they do business as usual electroencephalogram people. As if they were so cheap. Mjmjmjmj.

I expected a strange room and a computer monitor tosquísima green monochrome with little numbers falling, Matrix and little sounds like the hospital and put me in a maquinota as bread oven, but no. Everything is more modern and simpler than it is not worth telling. The electrodes come in a headband and not take the finesse, the girls, placing them one by one as, again, we have seen in a lot of TV. ****

The results will know in a week. The least worst thing that could have anemia and it is uglier, because I believe that narcolepsy. I hope that only the former and not the latter because if not, you can not ever dream of being a pilot or Bus minibus and driver or truck driver or fireman or driver.

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A couple of weeks in the City, I had to take the subway. Just a couple of seasons, transfer and move another couple of seasons. I fell asleep when boarding the train and got lost in a deep sleep that ended when my biological clock I knew I had reached my destination ... wrong, woke up at the end of the line, just as the wagon with that classic sound announced it would close the doors. As I went out and gradually came autorreclamos my head like "you're an idiot, how could you not have noticed. Only two stations were going to walk and drive along the line (about 10 stations)." Fortunately I had plenty of time to reach wherever she went. The point is sleep, no tardiness.

Today I woke up with too much sleep. Which is weird because I have revealed, as always, do not sleep before 10, as usual. But before I fell asleep after 3 daily. Not now. Besides all that I've slept when I could have been chance.

quiet while ago walking down the street walking! and suddenly, as if I had fainted. I fell to sleep. Yes, sleep. It was not because I felt faint as that state of torpor moments earlier. Like when you go in the truck and nod and say, "I will not sleep, I will not sleep, I will not sleep ..." And when you realize you've woken up. Just like this happened, but it's very weird because it always happens to me in situations where I'm tired and quiet. Like watching a movie, sit back and do nothing. Reading in bed or "attentive" in class.

I fell asleep on the ground and have to think. As I believe, would happen to a narcoleptic, I woke up the putazo. Even before the fall, like when you sleep and you feel that you fall and wake up. It was not until I woke up suddenly. People probably thought I had fainted. I was scared, this time it was not like , when one laughs at his misfortune, this time I was really scared.

Now I'm scared. guggul on narcolepsy. Concerned that a few days ago, too, someone told me that I jumped a lot in bed, no gamble, "involuntary spasms that sometimes occur when you go to sleep. But on several occasions throughout the night. That same person told me that as that happens when you're under pressure, stress or a feed-no-gamble, but lately I've been less than that anyway. Officially I'm scared, paranoid and hysterical friqueado.

As Freddy Krugger film that do not want to sleep because I will kill you. Maybe I am just exaggerating and it was pure chance, but I think it is normal, and as I climbed the hypochondria and if something similar happens to me soon, because I will surely be influenced. Or not. But you never know and that I fall across the road, down some stairs. Or cooking.

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Last week I was in the messenger to a friend that I have not seen for millennia. Very excited, it more than me, that we meet, we were to see us the next day. He had many things to do and told me to send him a message earlier that he was going to respond to what time and where we would.

The next day I did that. I assumed we were going to eat, but as they gave 3pm and never got your message because I thought we were going for a coffee, but as they gave 7pm and never got your message I thought I'd go for a beer, but as given by 10pm and I never said I thought that maybe he was very busy all day and could not. It was. I called him and apologized saying he had had a 'crazy day' and that the next day we would own safety pin safety pin.

The next day I sent the message as we agreed and I never responded. All day I waited for his bloody message. And did not call. It's been several days and received no response. On Friday I met him in IM and said nothing. I was wrong emputado nor say anything.

I really hate when people do not have the courtesy to respond to a click sms. I sometimes can not know. The battery, which signal that the system fails, the cock. But gee, what ugly when you do that forever! It bothers me because I always respond. Of course, if the response warrants sms. I have no credit ever ask you to give me a message. Always applies, weighing cost! I really despair when I have no way to answer. But those who know me know that if I send an sms as reply.

comes to snack, too, that the week before I sent a thousand sms and only two I replied. It's frustrating that people do that. That is, when the sms costing millions dollars and the minimum balance that he could make a phone was a yellow card for 100 pesos selling in a few places, I thought. But now you can only go to Oxxo and charge 20 or 30 pesos a blowjob.

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politicized.

Because even though I be one of those who say that "politics spawn", "roe those issues," "politics is a circus" and so many say, also I get and I think sometimes serious.

wrote a little post about politics on the blog of good Jordy.

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The metro, the Chicano and prejudices.

way to the terminal I found a Chicano who was lost in the DF. When he approached me I thought it was a seller mp3 disc format that contains all the popular songs for the party pesito only ten, but no. He said he wanted to reach the North Central and was "a little" lost. I noticed since he said he wanted the North Central and was traveling from west to east. Or vice versa. I do not know, I explained how to get there, I pulled out my subway map and showed him where we were, where he was going and where it was not the north. Did not understand.

As Good Samaritan I am offered him a ride. For apart I could take my bus in the center even if it took longer. Just to help. Although the plain truth, he was handsome and was more for that, hehehe.

From where we were to Pantitlán not talk much. Everyone looked to the side of the door and eventually commented random trivial things like the weather, vendors, the seasons, the DF and time.

In Pantitlán, as is a long way to transfer, we began to get intimate. Erick is called, was born in the United States, Mexican parents, who lived two years in Mexico City and several things I do not remember because I focused on his eyes signs not to lose. When it was my turn to tell you my name, origin and all that, I took a long time, then explain this is difficult. And sitting in the car heading for the North Central he said, "Oh! Oaxaca! Say it's very nice, there is much vegetation, people are very friendly, great food" and finished by saying "They are beautiful the villages, I know Oaxaca. "

Then I clucked and said, "You're a fucking idiot and bigot Chicano, Go back to gringolandia already! Oaxaca is more than just a village!". I pushed him and yelled in his face, making gestures of Brooklyn African American, "what's wrong with you? dude "and threw him onto the tracks when the train was in motion. He died.

Actually that whole scene was imagined. The only thing I did was laugh falsely and nodded as he continued watching his eyes. The talk continued as normal, or almost, because I felt so sorry for the way they think and what I kept checking as he spoke of Tijuana, Mexico City and several cities in his short stay he met.

When a seller of cakes, sandwiches, burgers and marine happened, he bought a hamburger. And I said, "do not get tired of eating the same thing" to what he said: "I almost never eat burgers, it may be that cliche of the Americans and Chicanos believe that all we want to emulate. "joking and said," then you're not hip-hoppers and all that? ". I felt more serious and said," are only prejudices " .

I could not help burst out laughing and feeling bad at the same time. I swear I can be that. A word to hear the prejudice of a bigot mouth and two at that time was when I was equal to or worse than him. And not only from that moment, but since he stood next to me and I assumed he was a salesman just because you are in reggaeton (see!).

Erick and I are not so different after all. If you prejudge it because of ignorance as all they do. Prejudice say much of one. Show how ignorant you are about something.

While it is true that once told us to Tumeromole Fayer, Deer and me: "If women pendejas tell, is about something. If some gays or queers fucking tell, it is also for something. " And yes, it is totally true and not be made thick because I support that. Prejudices exist for a reason. But there will continue to use as the sole source of information on this or that is very different.

I apologized and he to me. We arrived at the terminal. He bought his ticket to Tijuana, and when I went to buy mine he went to the cafeteria and returned frappés two and two brownies . He gave me one and one and said, "have, for the trip, dude, least yours is not two days like mine" and said goodbye with a warm hug. ---------




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