(Or why they disappeared so and without notice)
Because even when girl was dry for sports, but the real special athlete taken only for figure skating or tennis, then I lost the gift.
Then two years ago, pulled away from my house and I fell down a small slope. But not only fell but I was dragged along the ground at least a couple of feet, chew dust and wept bitterly on my bare knees.
Worst of all, in an attempt that I still can not explain, my fall was even more terrible because "I protected them away" by raising his arms as he lead crystal glasses. Despite
just go walking I made the stupid injury to the kneecap hurts me today and the doctor told me to lie about my accident, because nobody would believe that such damage did I walk, so it was better to say that I had fallen down the stairs.
And since that day my mom will not let me take out the trash.
few months ago I started skinning the hands, with a terrible itch. My grandfather told me it was the liver and my grandmother who was a penalty. The truth is that it was neither one nor the other, but geez how itchy and it hurts when your hands after trying to heal.
the end, the dermatologist gave me a diagnosis difficult to write and some ointments and vitamins results were wonderful. The problem is that when I wash the dishes, even with the Quix more stylish and better smell, it starts itching.
So from there I decided not to wash more dishes.
January 17 was the leader (this is bad propaganda so hopefully I see Josefina Correa to roll over in bed before saying "a little help") and a very fussy accident, a reponedor to Bring boots . your.backup punta.de.acero hit me with a shot that made me literally see stars. I did the posh and kept walking, but all the dignity I went to the pots when I saw my blunt white shoes ... Bathed in blood! So
of terrifying. And then came the funny part (ignoring the pain of course) in which a security guard put me on a wheelchair and took me to customer service cracked, while I cried and thought how convenient it would buy as well. After the clinic with x-rays and things for me to leave the nail there, fearful, a matrix of falling, but mine nonetheless. For two weeks.
I came to the clinic two Saturday after screaming for me to take out and today, I still trying to recover with treatment. And the truth is that although it is a fingernail, is the most important because it is the big toe and on top of my right foot. So
during the first few months limp. But really, as they almost stole the cane for my grandfather. And the limp in itself is not as dramatic but as you look at the people, because to me that I like minis and boots, I took all the hopping gait style. In fact imagine that people looked at me with pity, thinking about the poor catch, at least she dresses well, but what's going to do if you're lame.
And that, coupled with the pain, I caused a near post-partum depression, but no delivery and no bus, but without one, which is the least sexy out there, even when the entire band. I mean, that the joke of "care, no finger nail" and terrible and I promise I like spit to repeat it. So as walked angry against the world, against the nail and especially against the leader and Josefina with laughter in the commercials, I stopped writing.
But now that almost got my nail and went to walk straight, everything has changed. I returned to my walk like "I believe in a bridge" and I bought another white shoes, like the ones lost in the accident.
But from that day, I have forbidden to do the weekly shopping at the supermarket
