The spicy chronicle of Beauty #6 - A slow agony.
I lied down and nothing happened. Neither Ibuprofen pills nor diclofenac or Lexomil was able to ease my illness. On the contrary that increased days after days.
I have seen a lot of doctors but nobody was able to identify the origin of my suffering. My body who was only pain and stress, became incrementally weak. The death is knocking on my door and I'm no longer able to breathe, to eat, to cry, to sleep and even to move.
I put a lot of blanket to maintain my body in the right-angled corner and wait. I no longer take each days for granted and I don't think if I will stand until the next appointement with the hematologist which will happen in one month.
This time, that's the end. I don't have hope anymore and any courage to swallow the whole bottle of Lexomil (a powerful anxiolitic). So I cried and begged God to come and take my soul.
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Suddenly, an idea occurs on my mind. I have to buy a hot water bottle, I don't why but that's became an obsession.
I was burning with fever and didn't ate anything since several days but I brought the last strenght which remains to me to go to the pharmacy and to recover it.
I woke up early in the next morning without warning my father who was slepping.
On the road, I stagger and fail to fall a lot of time to finally collapse in the arms of a perfect stranger who scramed for help.
From that time my brain was so disconnected than I suffer to pronounce my request. Shocked, the pharmacist whisper something than I can't understand, and helped me to have a seat.
The pain was so intense than all my body started to shake.
At that moment we are in october 2014 at the middle of Ebola crisis, some emergency doctors quipped :
"_Do you think, She hatching something ?"
Then, They all burst out laughing.
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