Thursday, February 10, 2011
Enlarged Right Ovary Causes
Last night he came to see Alexander, with him I can revive cycling in the group thanks to his stories. He taught me so much in these past years together. First I respect him for his head, I have always believed that I am the most physically fit, but he taught me that the brain is the true captain of our body. The few times I saw him cry, I still remember when he was desperate for one of the worst misfortunes that can happen to a human being, in comparison my problem is a toothache, but I also saw rise within a very short time, a ' other times she wept when she heard that I would not walk again, but while he was upset, I tried to apply what he had done many years ago, is that stand up. We are two cyclists who have shared hard work and suffering, and we had fun last night when I told him that I miss Saturdays from going mad, he told me last Saturday, charging the Multiple without me it seemed impossible that I was not there. When he left, I went to the bathroom and I cried. I do not know what I would give to mount another bike in years, 365 days it takes to ride fucking like crazy in all those places we always wanted, but we have never been able to visit. Alexander I dedicate to you these few lines hoping to soon find another mate of mind that unhealthy snacks on Friday to stop fighting because you want to do is too short, and below 140 km goes away on its own. Weekdays at some ago I gave away my bike on consignment, I'm not even going to look for the last time, and everyone knows that my bike is like a part of my family. I knew that I would be stretching the days collided with the reality of not being able to ride, and I thought I was ready, but when I pull into the car and a cyclist, I feel goose bumps. I must find an outlet as soon as possible to download all the tensions that build up in these days, and Ale I promise that I will try to find a sport that will allow us to go out together again, in the meantime let's enjoy our friendship. Thanks
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Monday, February 7, 2011
1975 Jag Adjusting Snowmobile Carbs
The first week ...
This for me was the first week home, I tried to see how I would survive outside the hospital and then I decided that I not miss anything. Monday afternoon I had to go back Negrar, drive 110 km round trip for me to visit the medical disability results required the certificate of discharge that has been photocopied, but it's not all it will take about 2 months to finish the 'bureaucracy, returning home to stop in Verona to San Giovanni Lupatoto One. Return home tired but all in all quiet. In the hospital I could not go to greet friends. Wednesday Ikea stage in Padua, no exceptional architectural barrier structure, very few people, the real difficulty here is the Katia, including packages and bags must load and unload. Friday ... the big day at 14 I have an appointment with my employer, is four months since I've been in business, but now I'm excited just entered I am welcomed warmly by those present, the desire to return is strong, have a chat with the 'administrator, you agree that I can return to work later this month, they are concerned about the fact that we are not yet in place with an elevator and bathrooms, I do not think even I realized that my life has to adapt to things he meets, I arrange and I now I look for solutions based on the disadvantages that meeting, for me these are trifles compared to some shit that I find around for those in wheelchairs. I left the firm load in 1000 if I start to work and drive are already halfway there. Usual Saturday afternoon at the pool with Anna but this time do it all the tragus of the car at the entrance, including ramp in complete autonomy, even though the climbs are a bit 'puzzled, and after spending. Sunday, 4 months is that I do not spend a day out with my women, in the afternoon we leave for Verona. We arrive in the city, parked out of the car, we are in Borgo Trento, a few steps from Gates Borsari, just beginning to push the wheelchair that I see a beast on hard stone pavements, watch Katie and we are both worried, I began to make a bridge , and the wheelchair slides and does not want to go. We arrive Borsari in doors, start paving, I go ahead with difficulty but not defeated, we crossed the Piazza Erbe, and we do not miss the stone floor of Via Mazzini, half think "today I want to do the same path that I walk," despite there is a stampede Sunday, we arrive in Piazza Bra, we return to the same road, but it is well worth a detour to the Fnac in Via Cappello, other human stampede that makes us decide to return. I have to thank the gloves that I got a friend there if I did, I am satisfied from what you started I said that was a Sunday to forget, now do not laugh, I had my wrist I was curious to see Garmin what I would do in a wheelchair, but the data recorded are not true because in the city center does not work that much good. What I learned ... that the head controls the body as always, that in case of rain it is best to avoid Verona, which make for a half marathon in a wheelchair takes two square balls, but it will be one of my next goals, and that even if I look down the street ... let me say it shows that they have nothing better to think about. 
This for me was the first week home, I tried to see how I would survive outside the hospital and then I decided that I not miss anything. Monday afternoon I had to go back Negrar, drive 110 km round trip for me to visit the medical disability results required the certificate of discharge that has been photocopied, but it's not all it will take about 2 months to finish the 'bureaucracy, returning home to stop in Verona to San Giovanni Lupatoto One. Return home tired but all in all quiet. In the hospital I could not go to greet friends. Wednesday Ikea stage in Padua, no exceptional architectural barrier structure, very few people, the real difficulty here is the Katia, including packages and bags must load and unload. Friday ... the big day at 14 I have an appointment with my employer, is four months since I've been in business, but now I'm excited just entered I am welcomed warmly by those present, the desire to return is strong, have a chat with the 'administrator, you agree that I can return to work later this month, they are concerned about the fact that we are not yet in place with an elevator and bathrooms, I do not think even I realized that my life has to adapt to things he meets, I arrange and I now I look for solutions based on the disadvantages that meeting, for me these are trifles compared to some shit that I find around for those in wheelchairs. I left the firm load in 1000 if I start to work and drive are already halfway there. Usual Saturday afternoon at the pool with Anna but this time do it all the tragus of the car at the entrance, including ramp in complete autonomy, even though the climbs are a bit 'puzzled, and after spending. Sunday, 4 months is that I do not spend a day out with my women, in the afternoon we leave for Verona. We arrive in the city, parked out of the car, we are in Borgo Trento, a few steps from Gates Borsari, just beginning to push the wheelchair that I see a beast on hard stone pavements, watch Katie and we are both worried, I began to make a bridge , and the wheelchair slides and does not want to go. We arrive Borsari in doors, start paving, I go ahead with difficulty but not defeated, we crossed the Piazza Erbe, and we do not miss the stone floor of Via Mazzini, half think "today I want to do the same path that I walk," despite there is a stampede Sunday, we arrive in Piazza Bra, we return to the same road, but it is well worth a detour to the Fnac in Via Cappello, other human stampede that makes us decide to return. I have to thank the gloves that I got a friend there if I did, I am satisfied from what you started I said that was a Sunday to forget, now do not laugh, I had my wrist I was curious to see Garmin what I would do in a wheelchair, but the data recorded are not true because in the city center does not work that much good. What I learned ... that the head controls the body as always, that in case of rain it is best to avoid Verona, which make for a half marathon in a wheelchair takes two square balls, but it will be one of my next goals, and that even if I look down the street ... let me say it shows that they have nothing better to think about.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Boston Marine Barometer
seems impossible but after 114 days in the hospital to return home. The week before my discharge, the voltage is high I'm glad it's over, but very worried about my future, and like when you finish school and enter the world of work. He learned the theory, but we will be able to apply it in reality? I would put a piece of my life Negrar, doctors from the primary OS to have been of great professionals, but also friends, like other spinal unit patients, it was hard but now begins the moment of truth. Since I'm home I tried to participate in all calls, pizzas, dinners I've been swimming in the pool to see Anna. The more I go out unless I labor, although sometimes I would stay home on the couch, but I've already lost time trope. At the end of months back at work, my reaction time has lengthened, but for me I want to make a challenge like never before. Are survived until now thanks to my family, my friends, my colleagues and all those people that I have ever seen but I have never left. The ultimate gift for physiotherapists was the last morning when I have put together one last time before Katie emozionantissima will be hard to see everyone from the bottom but I'll make a habit. I do not deny that it will take some time, but I WILL LIKE BEFORE. The ludedi after my resignation I was called up for the visit of disability, we presented ourselves at 16:30 in hospital after three months of waiting and the doctor asked me the certificate of discharge to make a copy did not even visited, and it will take another two months to get disability. I am amazed, it seems to beg, but I what I have done wrong, there are rapists, murderers and elements of the worst race that are in excellent health, one day I hope to make sense of this variation of my life. Friday should get my wheelchair final, and will return to Negrar to withdraw it.
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