… che turno particolare…! Sveglia dalle 4 del mattino causa raffreddore e coliche di pancia (beh perché una che si piglia un’aspirina nel cuore della notte a stomaco vuoto…! Ma vi pare normale?).. Arrivo alle 8:25 agli armadietti e trovo già il nostro beneamato Dott. Nuvola… vado un attimo su al CUP a prenotare una visita per me, poi ci cambiamo e andiamo subito in sala prelievi… molto “ghiaccina” la situazione… ci vuole un po’ per ingranare e iniziare a far parlare le persone… troviamo un ex infermiere di manicomio che ci definisce “persone nella norma”, una casalinga col marito (moglie, mamma e nonna super-sprint) che par che abbia 50 anni e invece n’ha 67! Disamina sull’età… giusto per polemizzare… (“sull’età e sui soldi non si fanno mai domande”… “mi prendi in giro, lo vedi che sono vecchia”…!) Now ... 'I turn in room charges "need the heater! A lady who tells us that until three years ago liked to dress carnival with her husband (like her as a witch from Snow White ... and he a big man of 1 meter and 90! Haha) ... and another gentleman who has a printing press ... a Mom with the bump waiting for blood glucose curve ... all asking me if what I do I do to volunteer (for what ???), and otherwise to take off my nose to show my (oh my God ... my nose is a bit Sbirulino 'giant! You see that intrigues people! But that never enter it with my nose right? Well ...)
Well ... well ... I leave at 9:30 am wondering ClownTerapia to do if it was me ... or if people wanted it to me! Ahahahaha (I guess ... "I'm putting really bad "!!!)
You go on dialysis and start from Gino and Gino ... morning from" too much tripe seriously! There is talk of ovulation and menstruation (ahahahahah) with the nurses ... and to remember what an egg for the hen ('ste eggs guys ... Do not guess when we get closer to Easter speeches "deliver"!) Then there Cloud illuminates with its pearls of wisdom ... and tells us that the incense burning in the church is nothing more than myrrh and that the next time will bring it to dialysis. Proceed to the other rooms ... partita a scacchi di Nuvola con un ragazzo (con i nomi sono una capra scusatemi! Non me li ricordo mai!)… io che parlo con Pia dei miei nuovi guantini (calzini!) artigianali… e lei che mi racconta che, come io li ho tagliati, anche lei lo fa per tirarli su e metterseli sulle gambe, perché ha la pelle delicata e se si gratta le si rompe! Volevo dirle che adesso ci sono le parigine… ma ha una certa età… non volevo prendermi “uno sputo in faccia” (anche se, volendo, ci poteva stare bene… ihihihi)!
Dopo vado da un altro signore che mi racconta del suo bellissimo giardino… e che ha un cugino che praticamente abita accanto casa mia… e la sua finestra di camera è opposite to that of my room! Small world! There is also talk of religion ... and my pseudo-mystical religious crisis ...!
In the third room I make friends with Mary, who tells me to be sources of Gubbio Gubbio ... and to make a beautiful Christmas tree lit up the whole mountain! However
dialysis there was an atmosphere relaxed, serene ... It seemed like a good morning ... the "boys" had ever want to talk, it seemed almost as if we were waiting ...! It 'great to hear that all the energy we give back to people ... just with a smile, a gesture, a phrase, a word ... a gift ... yeah ... a gift ... Not that I did anything special you created a link 'special' between me and Patrick (although we met only on dialysis 3 times) ...! It made me a gift for Christmas ... would have been enough just the ticket with her beautiful words ...! I was going to move ... I did not expect, really ...! And then I'm not used in general to "receive" ... I feel more at ease to give! Nice ... I did not know how to thank you ... I was so "intrippata face with boiled mullet attached" I forgot to even pull out his Angel of Christmas from the pocket of shirts! I had brought with me (and I believe that I will continue to do so), I wanted to show it! ... I'd put the candy in his pocket-pacifier for the kids ... I instinctively put a hand in his pocket ... and I pulled out one for yourself
The last room we skipped because they are made almost 11:30 and they had all finished. Coffee break ... and you depart for the pediatrics! We find a boy of 14 years (as beautiful as the sun!) Croatian with his mom ... and the jokes on the scooter and his tummy is passed to serious talk ... to talk about the situation in Yugoslavia 20 years ago ... the people who ... fleeing families that separated and came together after years ... This mom tells us his uncle, who was arrested and then sent to war, then managed to escape and return to Croatia with the help of a lawyer ... and one night while he slept, someone "puts the fire inside the house ... maybe he spoke of a bomb ... or maybe ... who knows ... This uncle died after 1 month of agony with very severe burns on the body ... and she and other relatives have not seen fit to send his father for the last farewell to you who did not see a picture of terrible tell your brother ... all this created a lot of pain ... her eyes were swollen with tears ... Maybe his dad would have wanted to go instead to give a final farewell to his brother ... who knows ...!
salute them and thank them for sharing with us their history, so that these wars are not forgotten and that the memory teach us to be less than "men" and more "animals" ... yes, you read right ... because we in the animal kingdom are 'natural laws' that are never pass ... but the evil that man can do exceeds all bounds of imagination! Sorry if I take the liberty to express myself in these terms but that's what I think ... Free to disagree ...
More than 2 years ... beautiful baby gift to him the candy-pacifier ... 2 exchange words with her mother has another baby 8 years at home and un po’ preoccupata per la gestione familiare ma Nuvola la rassicura mentre io chiacchiero col “piccolo ometto” dell’asilo, dei suoi giochi, …! Corriamo giù a cambiarci… e Nuvola corre via… spero ci porti buone notizie da Careggi… perché andava a trovare Pietro della dialisi.
Un abbraccio a tutti ragazzi… speriamo di conoscerci tutti alla riunione di domenica a Ponte a Niccheri. Ovviamente… non mi ricorderò nemmeno uno dei vostri nomi!!! AHAHAHAH! Ma vi voglio bene lo stesso. E scusate per i miei report lunghi ‘na cifra! Cerco però di essere sempre abbastanza leggera, anche con i discorsi, per renderli di gradevole lettura.
Sbirulina
Well ... well ... I leave at 9:30 am wondering ClownTerapia to do if it was me ... or if people wanted it to me! Ahahahaha (I guess ... "I'm putting really bad "!!!)
You go on dialysis and start from Gino and Gino ... morning from" too much tripe seriously! There is talk of ovulation and menstruation (ahahahahah) with the nurses ... and to remember what an egg for the hen ('ste eggs guys ... Do not guess when we get closer to Easter speeches "deliver"!) Then there Cloud illuminates with its pearls of wisdom ... and tells us that the incense burning in the church is nothing more than myrrh and that the next time will bring it to dialysis. Proceed to the other rooms ... partita a scacchi di Nuvola con un ragazzo (con i nomi sono una capra scusatemi! Non me li ricordo mai!)… io che parlo con Pia dei miei nuovi guantini (calzini!) artigianali… e lei che mi racconta che, come io li ho tagliati, anche lei lo fa per tirarli su e metterseli sulle gambe, perché ha la pelle delicata e se si gratta le si rompe! Volevo dirle che adesso ci sono le parigine… ma ha una certa età… non volevo prendermi “uno sputo in faccia” (anche se, volendo, ci poteva stare bene… ihihihi)!
Dopo vado da un altro signore che mi racconta del suo bellissimo giardino… e che ha un cugino che praticamente abita accanto casa mia… e la sua finestra di camera è opposite to that of my room! Small world! There is also talk of religion ... and my pseudo-mystical religious crisis ...!
In the third room I make friends with Mary, who tells me to be sources of Gubbio Gubbio ... and to make a beautiful Christmas tree lit up the whole mountain! However
dialysis there was an atmosphere relaxed, serene ... It seemed like a good morning ... the "boys" had ever want to talk, it seemed almost as if we were waiting ...! It 'great to hear that all the energy we give back to people ... just with a smile, a gesture, a phrase, a word ... a gift ... yeah ... a gift ... Not that I did anything special you created a link 'special' between me and Patrick (although we met only on dialysis 3 times) ...! It made me a gift for Christmas ... would have been enough just the ticket with her beautiful words ...! I was going to move ... I did not expect, really ...! And then I'm not used in general to "receive" ... I feel more at ease to give! Nice ... I did not know how to thank you ... I was so "intrippata face with boiled mullet attached" I forgot to even pull out his Angel of Christmas from the pocket of shirts! I had brought with me (and I believe that I will continue to do so), I wanted to show it! ... I'd put the candy in his pocket-pacifier for the kids ... I instinctively put a hand in his pocket ... and I pulled out one for yourself
The last room we skipped because they are made almost 11:30 and they had all finished. Coffee break ... and you depart for the pediatrics! We find a boy of 14 years (as beautiful as the sun!) Croatian with his mom ... and the jokes on the scooter and his tummy is passed to serious talk ... to talk about the situation in Yugoslavia 20 years ago ... the people who ... fleeing families that separated and came together after years ... This mom tells us his uncle, who was arrested and then sent to war, then managed to escape and return to Croatia with the help of a lawyer ... and one night while he slept, someone "puts the fire inside the house ... maybe he spoke of a bomb ... or maybe ... who knows ... This uncle died after 1 month of agony with very severe burns on the body ... and she and other relatives have not seen fit to send his father for the last farewell to you who did not see a picture of terrible tell your brother ... all this created a lot of pain ... her eyes were swollen with tears ... Maybe his dad would have wanted to go instead to give a final farewell to his brother ... who knows ...!
salute them and thank them for sharing with us their history, so that these wars are not forgotten and that the memory teach us to be less than "men" and more "animals" ... yes, you read right ... because we in the animal kingdom are 'natural laws' that are never pass ... but the evil that man can do exceeds all bounds of imagination! Sorry if I take the liberty to express myself in these terms but that's what I think ... Free to disagree ...
More than 2 years ... beautiful baby gift to him the candy-pacifier ... 2 exchange words with her mother has another baby 8 years at home and un po’ preoccupata per la gestione familiare ma Nuvola la rassicura mentre io chiacchiero col “piccolo ometto” dell’asilo, dei suoi giochi, …! Corriamo giù a cambiarci… e Nuvola corre via… spero ci porti buone notizie da Careggi… perché andava a trovare Pietro della dialisi.
Un abbraccio a tutti ragazzi… speriamo di conoscerci tutti alla riunione di domenica a Ponte a Niccheri. Ovviamente… non mi ricorderò nemmeno uno dei vostri nomi!!! AHAHAHAH! Ma vi voglio bene lo stesso. E scusate per i miei report lunghi ‘na cifra! Cerco però di essere sempre abbastanza leggera, anche con i discorsi, per renderli di gradevole lettura.
Sbirulina
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