“Shit! My stomach hurts! I’ve got my period back. Damn. Eight months without a period. I thought I was menopausal, but no. I’m back, come on! It’s breaking me down, I’m fed up. Okay, I had five kids, I gave them away. Stop. And I’m like, hey, you have to be careful when you go to Lourdes. Since my last kids, I went to see Our Lady. I said to her, “I’d like a little one.” Well, she sent me two. She said to herself, “I’m going to give her twins, that way she’ll calm down!”
Then I saw Bernard, my gynecologist, who told me: “A twin pregnancy at 40? You, at 50, are going to have breasts at the level of your navel! But go fuck yourself! Hahaha!
He screwed up getting Yannis out. It took forty minutes. Then when he came out and I put him to the breast, he could barely suckle. It was too slow. He was having epileptic fits. I called my mother: “Well, never mind, you’ll have one!” Well, thank you. Good day. Yannis had tumors all over his brain. West Indian syndrome [forme rare d’épilepsie du nourrisson]among other genetic diseases. The neurologist, I asked her: “Don’t at least the South and the North appear later, eh?” Ha ha! He had surgery. Seventeen hours a day. It was Sara, 37 years old, who got to work and I told her: “You, it is in Lourdes, next to the Virgin, where you must put the statue.” What do you mean, Lourdes?
Today Yannis talks a little. He is 14 years old, but he looks like he is 8, he is fine with his illness. But hey, you have to see the good in the bad: I still pay for the children’s menu, we have the disabled card, we can park wherever we want and we don’t have to queue at Walibi Park. I tell myself that I should post it on Leboncoin. “Rent by the hour or by the day: Yannis special without queues.” I have to make fun of everything, otherwise what? Am I crying? My children, I am proud of them. They are weird, they have flaws. To have beautiful, hyper-intelligent children, who never bother you, who are gentle as dead rats, that would have made me angry.
What really pisses me off is going to see StarmaniaThe musical. I went there a few weeks ago, to the Zénith in Toulouse. It was the dream of my life. I had never seen it in real life. It cost me 250 dollars for me and my three daughters. I saw the poster and I cried. I cried throughout the whole show. And God knows how many times I have performed it on stage, because I am a former GO. [gentille organisatrice] from the Eldorador Jet Tours Club, a host. I was the one who took care of the shows. Dance, staging, music. It was always reproduction and it was always great. Oh, I loved it! Oh my God! There were costume designers, decorators. I had crazy resources.
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