30 November 2011
This is the first time that I really appreciated the bed-arrest. My body feels so weak and tired all day long. I even worried Maria and Angelo about it, but I think that they understand that I am no longer healthy…that I am sick with leukaemia. Angelo often brings in porridge, but sometimes, if possible, he brings asparagus soup.
Maria and Angelo were my frequent visitors. Maria does the nursing—the Blood Pressure thing, the temperature, and also the bags of blood thing. She was a nurse—emphasis on was. She worked in a Hospital before…until she got fired for making a mess—injecting the wrong drug was her mess.
I hope she never does that to me, or else, I swear to the bottom of my cremated heart, I will really haunt her every time she breathes.
For now, she’s doing a good job.
For Angelo, he’s doing the handwork for me. Actually, he was(or I am) writing this entry for me. (Seriously, your handwriting is too messy.) And I fear that he might add stuff that I never dictated to him. (Of course, I am. Wait until Maria sees your curse. Haha!)
I heard him sing his song when I’m sleeping. (Oh, you did? That was barely a whisper!) It’s comforting. (Damn, I love you too much for this. Thanks for the flattery, Suzanne.) It seemed like I was entering heaven already. (DON’T DIE!)
I hope that this continues forever… (What about your feelings for *Anton? Ahh, he’s gay anyway.)
Feeling weak, but striving for the best,
Suzanne (with yours truly, Angelo Gallo)
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* Tony is the nickname of Antonio to Suzanne only. Antonio's nickname in Italy is Anton. :)
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RomansaSuzanne Dodds always believed that she was like the mediocre people, but she realizes that she shines brighter when she already was in a brink of dying.
