Day 1 - 26/05

Small ‘glitch in the Matrix’ right at the start: some old Brazilian woman, that wasn’t taught how to behave like a human after someone let her leave the farm where she was raised and lived with other fellow cows, tried to advance in the airport metal-checking queue to (apparently) meet another fellow cow, who had gotten lost from the herd.

First mistake: the word “please” has not been entered in the cow dictionary and she never tried to learn it.

Second mistake: she tried to do it.. too close to me.

So, accidentally, her leg hit my foot. A bit hard. I’m sure it hurt the cow. My foot wasn’t complaining, though.

Third mistake: she tried to… retort.

Let’s face it: unpolite Brazilian cows have not been blessed the art of talking. Every time they try, it becomes clear that they are not well versed.. to say the least.

As such, the next 5 minutes (poor cow, the zig-zag of the queue made her pass by me every 30 seconds or so) were well spent, in my opinion, trying to educate the aforementioned cow as to how to say “please”, “thank you” and other basic stuff.

The cow sometimes moooed, so i really had to direct some harsher words, in order for her to learn her place.

However, i think it was time well spent. I’m a friend of most animals, and i will help then whenever i can.

Apart from that, it was a pretty calm day: the taxi to the hotel took around 20 mns, and the location was pretty quiet and eye-pleasing.

[ RANT: a 5.25€ surplus tax for EVERY taxi that is requested TO and FROM the airport is too steep. How about raising the tax from every Bullfight attendant instead? You know, punish retarded people and let evolution and commodities go its own way without punishment. ]

It was a relaxing afternoon, where i even managed to sleep a bit, before having a nice dinner and getting ready (more mentally than physically, really) for the next day.

Day 2 - 27/05

I didn’t sleep well. At all.

I could use the excuse of “oh, the laptop had a weird virus, i stayed up fixing it until 4am” but, honestly, that’s not the reason.

Anxiety was the reason. Hard to avoid it.

Arrived at the clinic approximately 20 mns before 11am.

Waited for 10 minutes or so, then i was called. Led to an office on the first floor, which was empty.

After less than 1 minute, Doctor Jorge Carvajal [ link1 link2 link3 link4 ] came in. He entered with (what felt like) an army of doctors and (i’m guessing) interns. Suddenly, i had 6 ‘figures in white’ looking at me.

But that was not scary at all. It felt ‘cosy’, i guess.

What was indeed very uncommon, and was almost scary, was Doctor Carvajal’s eyes. His stare.

It felt (and i will try to be as logical as i can, given the circumstance) as if he was staring not TO me directly, but INSIDE me. That’s the only way i can describe it.

I was not expecting him to be all smiley (i hate doctors who smile too much, actually), but this caught me off-guard.

EDIT: He is a student of the Tibetan Master Djhwal Khuj. I think that explains a lot. Not that i know Djhwal Khuj or his work, but “Tibetan Master“ has some weight.

He asked me if i would mind some others to assist. I said i did not mind. He then asked me about “what happened” and, bad spanish aside, he quickly understood what was going on, while taking notes about my description of every fall i had ever taken, every accident, and all the times i broke my skull. I think i remembered them all.

He then informed me of the 3 CAUSES of my MS:

1 - Physical traumas that caused micro-hemorrhages, along with muscular and vascular problems connected to the neurological aspect.

2 - Psychological stress/trauma due to work, and the company.

3 - Prolonged and almost continuous exposure to electromagnetic radiations - yes, computers.

The “balance” was broken. I was told to sit down, and he did a first analysis of my energy. Almost immediately, he said that there was an interference. I will not try to explain it, as i don’t comprehend all that was said myself.

Fact is, after 10 minutes,I looked to my right hand thinking i had an itch, but it wasn’t that.

Imagine a very strong tourniquet on your arm. What happens to your veins? They become occluded and you feel it.

That’s what was happening to me. The difference is, i didn’t have a tourniquet.

Doctor Carvajal did touch my wrist, but only to get my pulse. Or so i thought.

The vein occlusion of my right hand lasted for at least 12 hours.

The whole appointment lasted, from start to end, roughly 90 minutes. I can’t even start to grasp the concept of everything that happened in that room, and as such, i won’t digress on it any more.

I left the building feeling confident. I do know that, right now, i do not feel different, but i am confident that something might have been ’set up’ inside me, that will make me see changes soon.

I just don’t want to be too eager about it and consider it as a sure thing, for now.

Let’s wait and see.

10 hours left for the flight home.

Spent the afternoon in the centre of Madrid, had a very nice lunch in an Irish Pub (with real Irish food, heh) and walked around until i got fed up with Spain. Or so my soaring legs were saying.

Assorted pictures below.

No “work of art”, just a simple journey’s diary, containing pics from the airport, hotel, urban landscape of Madrid, and… food.