Translation of "Un pequeño problema" by Ginés Cutillas

A small problem

I stopped using a watch the day my left hand disappeared. It took me a while to get used to the idea of its loss, but I thought that my right hand would be enough for daily tasks.

The disappearance of my knees was more complicated, since although my feet were still there, there was no connection to the rest of my body, so I had to leave them in the shoe closet. The most logical place I could find.

The day that I woke up without any hips, I thought about going to the doctor. He couldn’t find any explanation for what was happening to me. Painkillers and rest was his advice. But that didn’t work.

After my hips, my left arm followed, then my torso, my back and my shoulders. Which caused my right arm to fall off, which still led to a hand. All by itself, it crawled to the shoe closet and crept inside, I guess it didn’t want to feel lonely.

And there I was, with my head and neck stuck to the floor like a wild mushroom.

The last thing I was able to think, before disappearing completely, was: "Maybe she's forgetting about me."