Black Airwalk - Rollerblades

Typhoid

I joked.
I've always been sickly ( Constitution melancholy "), and lately things do not go well. But you have to laugh about.
And then, when you cough leaning against the walls of houses with one hand and spit a lung on the asphalt, chuckling: "And what ? I have tuberculosis? Tuberculosis?! ", and when I bent over for ulcer after eating a dish of curried rice (okay, mea culpa), his face contracted in a spasm - the friends who ask: " all right? "- replied:" Yes, yes, no problem, a bit 'of typhoid or malaria occurring. You know, the unhealthy climate ... "
(For the record, the climate is very unhealthy. My country is located on top of a charming hill, in a charming hole. A fog as thick as crème caramel will stagnate the whole 'most of the summer and winter. The people walk around in cars with chains and machetes, chains for snow, a machete to the fog. As you read with a simple picture ...? Ah, yes. You do know the two forks of the classic cartoons? There is the first road, which runs wide and straight through fields of wheat and flowering trees, surmounted by a cheerful rainbow and birds chirping, and there is the other road, uphill, crooked (read: Via Castiglione ), dark and narrow, which takes place between willows and stunted perpetual fog, the howling of wolves among the branches ischeletriti. Here, if you follow that road to get where I live.)
Well, who always cries 'Wolf!' sooner or later loses. Tuberculosis as Satine The Sparkling Diamond do not have it, but I had typhoid. Without even realizing it. Well, almost. My colon it must have had a vague impression, I think, because I have ulcerative perennial. Mica wants to tell me something?
Typhus.
I found with blood tests, and there and then there was a little 'bad. I agree that I always say to be a poor girl nineteenth century, but it meant mica seriously!
Typhus, by God!
What I think is missing from Western countries after the Second World War.
Typhoid . What he had
Robert Shannon Years of Verdi Cronin. (Book terrible, however. But I digress.)
But why, why, for God's sake , things happen to me that could not happen to anyone else?
Who am I? Fantozzi Accountant? Mr.Bean? Romano Prodi?

Atreyu, you save me, because I'm sinking in the Swamps of Despair, and sooner or later end up like poor Artax ( Artax, stupid horse! "You will die if you do not get out! ).
Bastian, come give me a decent name (or even not BananeGiganti PretePedofilo, Mika knows), which otherwise disappear into thin air.

PS: History endless references to indicate deep despair. I appeal to Atreyu sure to ask for help as Padre Pio. More or less the same results.