CeciDeMorrissey
Steven Patrick I Love You
Hello there dear friends!!
After 2 months of being practically locked in my mom's house, with pneumonia-sinusitis and a terrible auto-immune reaction to corticoids that took me to the hospital, I'm back in my life, my job and YOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!
As I see there are a few news here and there, lots of new threads I want to reply, but I didn't know where to start so I created this new one.
Well, the truth of the matter is that I'm not fully recovered. This takes time, a lot of time (as you know dear Hellie)... I'm just able by now to do things with some limitations since my sthernon is still swollen, achy and very reactive as well as my bronchus, so I'm taking everything slowly, but I'm much better that 2 or 3 weeks ago, I'd say in my 60% now. As long as I don't run or do much exercise or lift heavy weight, I can do quite OK by now.
I want to give enormous, infinite, big, heartful THANKS to all of you that wrote me, concerned about my absence and then my health, those of you who asked about me and sent greetings and those of you that sent special positive thoughts or prayers that really really helped me to make me return faster.
Corin, Gabi, Yvonne, Duchess, Left Out, Hellie, Lux Girl, BlueBirds, my SPECIAL AND ETERNAL thanks for all your love and concern and caring and asking, during this time.
And well, the first weeks I asked my brother to bring me the 'M' DVD and Oye Esteban, but it was too much more that I could take at that time: Seeing Morrissey moving, singing just left me in a state of despair and restlessness that just made me feel physically worst. He drives me so crazy that it was impossible to feel calm, so I decided not to see him or listen to him anymore.
But in my way back home from the clinic on the car radio they played Girlfriend In A Coma... It was just fate... And I was so tired and suffocated, but my eyes welled up in tears of hearing his marvelous, velvety, unique among uniques voice.... I was in bliss... I love him so much.
Then I had to go to the lab to take some blood tests, and the entrance was just in front of a record store... I couldn't help to enter and search for Morrissey so I got Bona Drag... I played it in my room at mom's house and since Will Never Marry is the Morrissey song I'm in love with at the moment, I took the chance everytime they left me alone to play it over and over and over and over, at high volume. In a particular day it was sunset, I was alone for some minutes, I enjoyed the silence and his music and his voice. I felt him in my soul, filling my veins, he runs in my blood, there's nothing I can do, I'm a lost case... ... Will Never Marry is one of the most beautiful songs ever written... And the video kills me... I would have paid to be one of those people.
And like a month ago I AGAIN dreamt I was married to him, hahaha... That was a very meaningful, beautiful dream... But it was the young Steven... not the 47 one. I'll write it in the Would you Marry Moz thread
How I would love him to know that when I was in such crappy physical condition, he made me so happy and so in love with him, his voice, his incredible lyrics and music. And as i write this I get more and more in love with Morrissey... See? I can't help it. Love is too little to describe what he makes me feel.
After 2 months of being practically locked in my mom's house, with pneumonia-sinusitis and a terrible auto-immune reaction to corticoids that took me to the hospital, I'm back in my life, my job and YOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!
As I see there are a few news here and there, lots of new threads I want to reply, but I didn't know where to start so I created this new one.
Well, the truth of the matter is that I'm not fully recovered. This takes time, a lot of time (as you know dear Hellie)... I'm just able by now to do things with some limitations since my sthernon is still swollen, achy and very reactive as well as my bronchus, so I'm taking everything slowly, but I'm much better that 2 or 3 weeks ago, I'd say in my 60% now. As long as I don't run or do much exercise or lift heavy weight, I can do quite OK by now.
I want to give enormous, infinite, big, heartful THANKS to all of you that wrote me, concerned about my absence and then my health, those of you who asked about me and sent greetings and those of you that sent special positive thoughts or prayers that really really helped me to make me return faster.
Corin, Gabi, Yvonne, Duchess, Left Out, Hellie, Lux Girl, BlueBirds, my SPECIAL AND ETERNAL thanks for all your love and concern and caring and asking, during this time.
And well, the first weeks I asked my brother to bring me the 'M' DVD and Oye Esteban, but it was too much more that I could take at that time: Seeing Morrissey moving, singing just left me in a state of despair and restlessness that just made me feel physically worst. He drives me so crazy that it was impossible to feel calm, so I decided not to see him or listen to him anymore.
But in my way back home from the clinic on the car radio they played Girlfriend In A Coma... It was just fate... And I was so tired and suffocated, but my eyes welled up in tears of hearing his marvelous, velvety, unique among uniques voice.... I was in bliss... I love him so much.
Then I had to go to the lab to take some blood tests, and the entrance was just in front of a record store... I couldn't help to enter and search for Morrissey so I got Bona Drag... I played it in my room at mom's house and since Will Never Marry is the Morrissey song I'm in love with at the moment, I took the chance everytime they left me alone to play it over and over and over and over, at high volume. In a particular day it was sunset, I was alone for some minutes, I enjoyed the silence and his music and his voice. I felt him in my soul, filling my veins, he runs in my blood, there's nothing I can do, I'm a lost case... ... Will Never Marry is one of the most beautiful songs ever written... And the video kills me... I would have paid to be one of those people.
And like a month ago I AGAIN dreamt I was married to him, hahaha... That was a very meaningful, beautiful dream... But it was the young Steven... not the 47 one. I'll write it in the Would you Marry Moz thread
How I would love him to know that when I was in such crappy physical condition, he made me so happy and so in love with him, his voice, his incredible lyrics and music. And as i write this I get more and more in love with Morrissey... See? I can't help it. Love is too little to describe what he makes me feel.
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