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E 'that between September and October much has happened, almost all unpleasant if not ugly head and I had to write. No inspiration.
Amongst them are the ones that concern me, they are:
- febbriciattola unjustified
- toes such as fish ball, fish ball, if only he had feet and fingers too sore to
- ' sacrum deteriorated badly within a few days, and this is never a good thing
- blood clotting crazy, that if I make a cut with the edge of a sheet die probably bled to death.
All these things together. I was a bit 'strung.
febbriciattola is now gone, the toes do not know anything more now because I wear socks, the wound is getting better (have you ever seen how much it sucks a bedsore? Me once a physiatrist, to show improvement, he showed me a picture of a betrayal to my wound, it is not just an attack of tachycardia take me to the morgue), coagulation is always crazy but stable (which is bizarre: the limits of medicines and the level of coagulation is expected to fall But no, boh).
They gave me the mattress air. But my family have long been convinced, before it arrived, it was a waterbed, which reminds me so much Calà Jerry, because I do not know if one of his films (like "I'm going to live alone" ) or if we had an association because it is so, for no reason. I can already feel the
urletti of envy by those who are forced into harsh law of the latex, however, to a gloomy air mattress is not a pleasure.
Firstly I do not feel benefit, because in fact we only support the shoulders, the rest being a bit 'on the pillow and some' no tactile (but the wound seems to benefit from it). Furthermore, the carriage bed steps ve li raccomando. Sarà questione di abitudine ma rischio sempre il volo. Un materasso ad aria non ha la stessa sostanza di un materasso di lattice, quindi le mani affondano e tu non sai che cazzo fare. Per fortuna c'è Dasvi che si prende cura di me.
Ah, mi toccherà raccontare di Dasvi, ma questo sarà un altro post.
