They put chains on me they chained my waist my legs. Put me in the back of a squad car and I literally blacked out. I didn't even - there's whole pieces missing.
It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom whole worlds apart who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.
In the United States there's a Puritan ethic and a mythology of success. He who is successful is good. In Latin countries in Catholic countries a successful person is a sinner.