Dear diary,
Pardon my French but, holy mother of fuck. I didn’t see that one coming.
So, I spent the afternoon and part of the evening with this girl I mentioned earlier. We were to meet in town, in front of this place I know. She was surprised to see me arrive walking with a cane. “Oh, yeah. This. It’s nothing really, let’s go inside have a seat, I’ll explain everything.”
I completely had forgot she didn’t know about my condition. When I met her the other day at my friend’s place, I was already there when she arrived, and I don’t need the cane when I’m in a building, it’s just for walking outside for at least a few minutes. Anyhow.
So I’m starting to tell her about this not-so-important-and-irrelevant-living-hell-I-have-to-deal-with-every-fucking-day, when she stops me. “Wait a minute, you have multiple sclerosis?” she says. “Yup”, I answer. “Know about it? This is the shit, you should try it sometime.” Two seconds of silence, no reaction to my silly joke. Then finally, it came: “I know a great deal about it actually, my mother has been struggling against it for more than 20 years. It’s begun right after my birth.”
Told you, dear, beloved diary: holy mother of fuck. I wasn’t lying.
But I’ve had a blast of a day and we’re seeing each other again tomorrow so, who the fuck cares. Cheers!