It Was a Goddamn Nightmare

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I am on the way to the office to pay a visit to Jorgito. His life has changed somewhat since Heather’s arrival. He has rented an apartment and lived with her in Queretaro for two weeks. However, for a week, he stays at his parents’ house in Mexico City due to his business.

It is getting around 7:00 p.m. when I come to the office. As soon as I emerge from the threshold, Jorgito’s face brightens. He welcomes me jubilantly, “Thanks for stopping by, amigo! I know you’re very busy with writing, but I want to talk with you and miss you so much. Now you no longer spend time with us anymore due to your mission as a writer. I know you must write every day to finish your book as soon as possible, but I want to enjoy my life with you while you’re in Mexico, you know….”

“Don’t worry, Jorgito, this is my break time, so you’re not disturbing me. And also, you should know that you’re always welcome,” I point out amicably, “remember, amigo, I’m always available for you. But you should understand that this is my big chance to change my life, and I must complete writing the book in a month.”

“Of course, I understand you thoroughly,” he nods and goes on, “I want to read your book as soon as possible. I hope you can complete it soon, so that we can sail in a table dance, ha-ha-ha… By the way, how is your stomach? Getting better?”

“Yes, it’s much better; thanks for asking,” I say happily, “my stomach is indeed getting better. The good thing now is that I don’t need to be worried about diarrhea anymore!”

“Shogo, remember when we had jobs, we constantly had ulcerative colitis attacks. We had to go to a goddamn bathroom over six times a day. It was horrendous. I know every doctor says they don’t know the cause of illness, but I’m sure that stress worsens our illness. Look, amigo, I’m now free as a lord and work for myself, and you, too, are free and doing what you love every day. And our digestion is getting better. What do you think?”

“I agree with you, amigo,” I am nodding contemplatively. “Likewise, all Japanese doctors told me the same old song and dance that they don’t know why and how I got ulcerative colitis in the first place. But I’m sure it was because of stress.”

He drinks a bottle of coke and is looking at the outside painfully for seconds. And then he lets in, “Shogo, I would like to share my worst experiences of ulcerative colitis attacks with you. Do you remember that we were in Acapulco four years ago when I first got UC attack? It was the second night. When we came back to the house from the nightclub, everyone was so tired and went to bed to sleep right away. I was so tired too, but I felt a strange sensation in my stomach. I tried to ignore it and fall asleep. After thirty minutes had passed, I suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom. I tried to get up and lift my ass carefully, but it was too late, amigo. I couldn’t hold caca, and it scattered all over the bed. It was so humiliating, you know – I was helpless. I just couldn’t hold it. My stomach totally lost control. It was a goddamn nightmare!”

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