THE BETTY FORD DIARIES, PAGE 8

ISN´T HE THE MOST BEAUTIFULL CREATURE IN THE UNIVERSE??(AFTER ME, OF COURSE!)

His name is DANTE, it´s my new cousin, he has born last tuesday (April 12nd), and this is his very first picture.

My Mom took it with my Digi-cam and my brother came running to the Rehab Center to show me the images of this wonderfull baby on the little camera screen. (I´m not alllowed to leave the clinic during the week, unless I had some docctor´s appointment outside the Rehab Center).

So you can say that I had virtually met my cousin while my staying at this clinic, and now i´m sharing the experience with you all.

ohhhhhhhhh I love this baby!!!!!!! CONGRATS TO THE HAPPY COUPLE (PATRICIA¬ CLAUDIO)

And let´s all welcome this CRAZIEST COOLEST & FUNNIEST FAMILY EVER´S new member to this freaky little planet.

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BECOMING A TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLE!!!

I dunno how to start this, but is something I wanted to post about but, ouch!... It actually hurts!!!

I´m becoming fatter and fatter everyday!!!!!!!!! yes, like a freaking baloon!

Let´s blame the medication: CORTIZONE.

It actually turns my body into a liquids retainer, and it is showed on my face. My cheeks are like two little mexican piñatas that are growing everyday more.

my belly is fighting everyday against more tan 400 ABS repetitions but, It seems it is winning the battle so... I´ll end with a hippo sized stomach!!

but the truth is: I MUST STOP EATING OREO!!!!! (and all kind of choclate stuff such as cakes, candybars, etc... shame on me) It´s true that cortizone opens our apetite until we got desperate for any kind of food we could find... the point is to choose a fucking low callories yogurt instead of a mmmmmmmmmmmmmhh caramel candy bar or a yuuummmmyyyyyyyyyy chocolate cake.... or a whole OREO pack!!!)...

Anyway.... I watch my face in the mirror.... I imagine it painted in green with a blue mask on it and I´M FREAKING DONATELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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KILLING THE HANDICAP BITCH

THIS WEEK: "TEARS AND TUNES"

Last thursday my fonoaudiology session (theraphy dedicated to recover my voice and fix my talking problems -remember that when my rehab started my speech was barely clear-) started a little later than usual, wich was great because all my partners from the gym were gone and we (ALEX, my fonoaudiologyst and me) could work a little more relaxed.

Then my Mom came to visit and we invited her to join us, I wanted to show her how was the work we were doing at those session, taking into account that the level of troubles I had on my speech had been decreasing so fastly during the last four weeks. Anyway, I wanted my mommy with me.

After a few exercises (articulate improvement and breathing control) ALEX asked me if I felt I could try to sing....

Everything stopped, even the air was heavier... I had tried to sing before, as an exercise, but this time I felt so secure... I knew I could do it. Then I sat, took a deep breath, saw my mom´s face (she was as nervous as me) saw ALEX expectation expression, her smile. I closed my eyes, I knew I couuld do it...

The song was "ALL I ASK OF YOU" from The Phantom of the Opera (click HERE). And I could say that: For the first time in months I felt my voice was there... not as a fucking untunned trumpet, that was a voice I could control... it wasn´t good yet, but it was there.

When I opened my eyes I saw my mom was crying... and I just couldn´t stop. When I finished the song I just smiled and started to cry....

sweethearts, the end of the road is closer everyday... and now is when the harder work starts. THANK U ALL FOR BEING BY MY SIDE ON THIS TRIP.

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STOP!! OH YES WAIT A MINUTE MR. POSTMAN!!

I´m so glad to inform you that the first postcards and letters from you are arriving to my room. IT´S SO GREAT TO GET THEM!!! FROM ALL AROUND THE WORLD!!!

So I´ll give you more time to take the moment to write a few words on a postcard and paste a stamp (c´mon guys!) and then I´ll publish my thank you list.

AND NOW AS ALWAYS...- THANK YOU GUYS.

I LOVE U ALL

STAY TUNED

IAN

.send your mail to:

Sr. Ian Gutierrez

Inst. CARILE Habitacion 615

Hospital Militar Central

Avda Luis M. Campos #726

Buenos Aires (C1426BOR) ARGENTINA