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Buterfly

March 26, 2009 by Alexa Cohen

I like spring more than summer, more than winter, more than autumn. I like to see how life returns to the Earth.

Winter is so long. The nude branches, the grey skies, the brown earth, the endless rain.

And then, suddenly, one day is spring.

Posted in Comfortably insane. | 5 Comments

on March 27, 2009 at 1:55 am | Reply titaju

Because you are not an allergic girl.
on March 27, 2009 at 2:17 am | Reply Alexa Cohen

Says whom?

My skin is worse than ever.

I´m an absolute disaster.

I think I went to the doctor on Tuesday. Most probably Tuesday because I have lost one day and I can´t remember anything at all.

The doctor had to cut off one of those melanoma things from my face. I remember lying on the couch and the injection.

And that is all.

I know I came home because I am here after all. But don´t ask me how I got up from the couch, left the hospital, took a bus to the city center and another back home.

I still can´t think clearly, and everything hurts.

And I have to go to work tomorrow; apparently even though my hands hurt and my knees hurt and my feet hurt and my face is a mess and I´m taking so many painkillers and antibiotics I´m dazed all day, I´m as fit as a fiddle, or so the corporate doctor said.

Wish me luck because I´m going to need it.
on March 27, 2009 at 4:51 am | Reply titaju

luck for you, then.
on March 27, 2009 at 5:00 am | Reply Alexa Cohen

Thanks for your understanding, sister.
on March 27, 2009 at 8:53 am | Reply Sweet Talking Guy..

Yeah, that’s so true, it’s a bit like first light in the morning and then all of a sudden it ‘dawns’ on you…