The first time I remember feeling real pain was one Sunday four years ago when I had a deep muscle pain in my right leg.
I was in my village, and when I went to the bathroom and down 3 steps with a jump I felt the biggest pain of all my life.
I went to the bathroom and sat down, after about a quarter of an hour I could stand up and, as I had arranged with some Friends to walk around the mountains, I went with them.
The next day I went to the doctor, but he said to me:” don’t worry, it doesn’t matter”. So, I went to León with my car and drove and walked during three days, and the pain was horrible.
On Friday I had a bruise on my leg, so I returned to my doctor and he said to me:” oh, yes, I looked at it the other day, but it’s no problema because you musn’t move this week.
But I had a weeding that Saturday so the doctor bandaged my leg from the ankle to the knee.
Fortunately, I wore a long dress.