With the help of a friend I made up this old story of May 2004. It made me read it again sympathy and tenderness. I propose again.
John tries to play down with a few jokes of his, but not in the mood to listen to it.
Giovi Not now, press the foot on the accelerator and the fucking asshole that surpasses this here in a while or else I 'rip my kidney and I throw it out window.
But I will not tell.
but I find the strength to utter a thought a bit 'funny just before the packed bed at home between a moan and delusional idea: "Guys, do not know how women feel when they give birth but I feel as if I were giving birth .... "
smiles. Alessandro also smiles that from the moment I entered the car I keep a hand on his knee to calm down, but actually I'm already following my kidney fly away from the moving car and crashing on the tarmac just before to get under the wheel of a car following us.
a motion of disgust makes me turn over on the seat.
I instinctively put my hand on the right side. Alright. Are you still there. You're a fucking kidney from peanuts but you still there, fortunately.
The nailing machine, I hear the front door open and simultaneously with Jupiter Ale splashing out as cops show Americans. Emergency room. We got it.
Alessia easily recovers a wheelchair. I am meeting.
"No thanks Ale, I can to walk. " Fitting blue jumpsuit, red cape, an S on his chest em'incammino towards the entrance of what I now see as the only haven of salvation.
The waiting room is full of people, mostly mothers who are chatting and children playing merrily.
Alessia knocks repeatedly against a glass window. 4:00 to 5:00 after endless minute you open a door through which m'infilo without asking permission, and while I hear a woman's voice behind me starts to rant against the nurse: "Hey, but are already three people I pass by! ".
Shut up old baconca that if I could scream all the pain I feel right now would not be able to Starmie to twenty feet away without suffering irreversible damage to the eardrums and then yes, you'd really need an emergency room.
I'll jump on the first bed and almost instinctively I tend to find the arm in hope waiting for someone to scramble to inject a sedative into a vein, but I see my most optimistic expectations by episode number twenty four ER Medici in prima line "dissolve in the recognition of a voice, that of Paul, a doctor I know.
is coming to my bed with his proverbial phlegm.
I recognize.
He calls me by name.
greets me.
"And what are you doing here?".
Nothing, you know I was here, and I thought I'd go to say goodbye, then I saw this beautiful bed and I wanted to experience the thrill to lie down in an emergency room. The outstretched arm say? No, I'm always so even when I sleep, I find it convenient, you should try.
But I say
"Colic calculations ... ... already happened again ... please, medicine."
She turns, says something to a nurse. Same as a few moments later he was arranging a bottle upside down in his special support and thread a needle in my arm.
I see down the first drops of medicine.
fine droplets Give up, go down fast, come to me soon.
I discover almost immediately that moving a little 'arm can increase the flow, but the pain fades away very slowly, too slowly.
The nurse sits behind a desk a few steps away from me. Call your friends, family, I do not know. But we certainly have to tell you a lot of fun as it does nothing but laugh out loud.
And 'the only person in room, I feel a certain affection toward her for what has been done before, but I do not 'look Starla, I' feel.
Nothing personal eh, my savior, but I do not 'sit back and listen to people who enjoy at this time.
I try to look away and think about something else, but I have to work hard because I come distracting stimuli.
Immediately In fact, two policemen enter the room while speaking, quite agitated, with another nurse.
They brought a drunken man, Polish, apparently hygienic than optimal.
I listen to better understand.
"Did you use a tissue to get the documents?".
"Of course! And you put on gloves if you have to shove the drip ... I recommend it. "
What dear. How many professional precautions in those words.
I can not refrain from saying something
"Yes, yes ... good ... I recommend it."
But I realize not being able to spark controversy and anyway I do not even have heard.
I see them disappear in the next room. The "my" nurses joined the cheerful gang.
Yes, better this way, all gone.
The pain is decreasing.
Back Paul.
"How are you '?".
"Fine Pa '."
not exactly the truth, the pain has not disappeared completely, but I do everything to avoid hospitalization.
I delivered the paper discharge.
I greet him.
greet the room.
greet the bottle and now he is in a basket, empty and proud of his work.
greet the couch.
I look at the room next door and greet the Polish. Full of alcohol and probably not very proud of himself.
I think people who are now beyond him.
not the greeting.
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