The next morning I woke up later with a broken finger.
not remember how it had happened the previous evening had been very alcoholic
But it must have happened in the last place where almost dawn
threw down the last few glasses of wine and rum, dancing and shaking a female
With a face that is unfortunately not stand comparison with the body. So I dressed
using nine fingers, I got in the car and went to the emergency
Soccorso.Era almost lunchtime on a Saturday morning without chaos hospital
few white coats and even fewer patients in the corridors, perhaps at a certain time of day the pain rests.
I rang the bell I opened up and I showed her the finger with whiskers silky
nurse who told me to wait, I hurt my finger, but first they had to fix a guy
With a large bandage over one eye and a guy who had a stamp certificate.
I think I waited about thirty minutes thinking of crazy things out of place and as often happens to me
in waiting rooms where every time we meet for a range of situations.
Finally the door opens and a nurse in their thirties year low and fair beckons me to enter.
We sit in a room where he asks the identity and cause of the accident, ignoring the cause I invent a fall (I know you would expect from an artist a bit 'more inventive, but I was sleepy and my head still out of phase) she looks at the finger and comes up with a "WOW is all wrong," I wonder if
before putting them in there to do a course in social ethics, health care, but I'm not going to answer and I just looked at me like a red pimple the center of the forehead.
After some minutes I sent ray room, to know how's the finger have
Need a slab and also awaits them in the empty corridor, while I do not know how long the staff within a room Sparla aloud the closing hours of shops and a bitch that everyone seems to agree on a couple of specialty plate is clear casa.Dalla a fracture, so you have to go in for an orthopedic visita.Dopo a couple of laps to make me sit empty and return to the search orthopedist disappeared behind me there are vending machines that spew two guys sandwiches and coca-cola the two complain about the latest in payroll deductions and the turn of crap they do. For my part I believe that people is tired, bored, tired maybe because a job that does not like, do things or live situations
What I do not like is insoddisfatta.Così that even a small sign is used to give breath to a life in
apnea, can be anything from a good fuck with a smile
a pink something. Finally the doctor hunt is over, I follow the nurse and the radiologist
the stairs, I climb the steps above in sync and one by one in the middle with his coat on the shoulders
I follow them as they enter the boxers' arena unleashing uprights
air, the doctor seems to know what he's telling me what I like and when you settle your finger
but before then orders the nurses to plaster his arm blocking the finger. At 14:25
gypsum is done, I rest on the shoulders of his coat again and go from
room again preceded by my team, but from the looks of the people and my arm is clear that the avversarioabbia prevailed. I went toward the exit and open the door I flooded a sea of \u200b\u200blight, close my eyes from his pocket and pulled out sunglasses, the headache seems to have disappeared, the temperature is mild, an old jeep in a bustling high-blasphemy voice leaning out the window still open a dog on the street corner watching the scene and laughs heartily.
not remember how it had happened the previous evening had been very alcoholic
But it must have happened in the last place where almost dawn
threw down the last few glasses of wine and rum, dancing and shaking a female
With a face that is unfortunately not stand comparison with the body. So I dressed
using nine fingers, I got in the car and went to the emergency
Soccorso.Era almost lunchtime on a Saturday morning without chaos hospital
few white coats and even fewer patients in the corridors, perhaps at a certain time of day the pain rests.
I rang the bell I opened up and I showed her the finger with whiskers silky
nurse who told me to wait, I hurt my finger, but first they had to fix a guy
With a large bandage over one eye and a guy who had a stamp certificate.
I think I waited about thirty minutes thinking of crazy things out of place and as often happens to me
in waiting rooms where every time we meet for a range of situations.
Finally the door opens and a nurse in their thirties year low and fair beckons me to enter.
We sit in a room where he asks the identity and cause of the accident, ignoring the cause I invent a fall (I know you would expect from an artist a bit 'more inventive, but I was sleepy and my head still out of phase) she looks at the finger and comes up with a "WOW is all wrong," I wonder if
before putting them in there to do a course in social ethics, health care, but I'm not going to answer and I just looked at me like a red pimple the center of the forehead.
After some minutes I sent ray room, to know how's the finger have
Need a slab and also awaits them in the empty corridor, while I do not know how long the staff within a room Sparla aloud the closing hours of shops and a bitch that everyone seems to agree on a couple of specialty plate is clear casa.Dalla a fracture, so you have to go in for an orthopedic visita.Dopo a couple of laps to make me sit empty and return to the search orthopedist disappeared behind me there are vending machines that spew two guys sandwiches and coca-cola the two complain about the latest in payroll deductions and the turn of crap they do. For my part I believe that people is tired, bored, tired maybe because a job that does not like, do things or live situations
What I do not like is insoddisfatta.Così that even a small sign is used to give breath to a life in
apnea, can be anything from a good fuck with a smile
a pink something. Finally the doctor hunt is over, I follow the nurse and the radiologist
the stairs, I climb the steps above in sync and one by one in the middle with his coat on the shoulders
I follow them as they enter the boxers' arena unleashing uprights
air, the doctor seems to know what he's telling me what I like and when you settle your finger
but before then orders the nurses to plaster his arm blocking the finger. At 14:25
gypsum is done, I rest on the shoulders of his coat again and go from
room again preceded by my team, but from the looks of the people and my arm is clear that the avversarioabbia prevailed. I went toward the exit and open the door I flooded a sea of \u200b\u200blight, close my eyes from his pocket and pulled out sunglasses, the headache seems to have disappeared, the temperature is mild, an old jeep in a bustling high-blasphemy voice leaning out the window still open a dog on the street corner watching the scene and laughs heartily.
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