must have been five in the morning when the terrible pain in my ankle, which roamed, bifurcated blood and poisoned the whole foot, I awoke from a delirious fever dream. I tried to sit up to turn the lamp on the bedside table but could not. I opened my eyes and looking at the curtains I realized that there were still hours before dawn.
I became the strong, weak or not and I did follow the lethargy that produced fever. That was when I saw an ant, red, bright as Firefly and the size of a sunflower pipe, peeked over the horizon of the big toe. The ant seemed to look at the landscape and if I had microscopic optical capability, perhaps, might have appreciated the gesture he made. I gave the order to advance an entire army that lay behind it, and as if it were a battle against myself, I realized that my whole foot and part of my ankle was besieged by a mob, a vociferous crowd, Crimson ant that I would bowed their sharp claws and jaws like knives and I feel a lot more poignant than a tingling, because their stream of formic acid increased my pain and getting my paralysis absolute. He felt like every one of those fearsome and disgusting predatory infinite tore chunks of flesh from my swollen foot. He tried to frighten them, to separate from them out of my territory, but could not and looked like my foot was being transported, piece by piece, by a huge line of ants with my stomach full of bloody jaws and carrying food to its stores hidden behind the baseboard of the room.
Nobody knows what hurt me so helpless before this unequal battle. I remembered the number of ants, of all races and species that had trampled as a child and helped my father when I was thrashing the era. Those mounds, those victims farmer of my shoes, they are taking revenge at this time, spurred by a message from your subconscious collective memory and watch me void, without stand or, at best, with a large stump, become bowlegged.
When the day dawns lady owner of the house where I have rented room, came to see me. He put his hand, cold as Frosty Poplar leaf in my front and seemed to believe that he had no fever or anything, that was fine. Left on the table and went on tiptoe as if asking forgiveness for the trust.
It must have been ten when my phone rang: "I am Yolanda Aguirre, the principal's secretary. Come urgently to bring the part down. " "I can not, I'm helpless and alone." "Before noon I have to have a sick, because if not I have at that time, date and fired." And hung his aunt. I sat and read the note left by the owner of the house. "Abel, we go to the mountain chalet. On Monday, when we return, or pay the monthly payment or have to leave. "
urgently need the toilet and as I can not support the foot and the crutches are not driving, I get down to the ground and crawling like a cockroach, I managed to get to the toilet but got the wrong cap, or not which would, if I put it is all gone. There is such a pain. (Note to Mr. print: I wrote: "pain", not "smell".)
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