saccharine is not a metaphor ... I'm literally missing pieces in the street! The day that I will use metaphors così trite datemi un fortissimo colpo in testa per cortesia. Per ora non le uso e ci penso benissimo da solo a maltrattarmi... Dopo essermi tagliato un pezzo di pollice che è andato a partecipare ad un curry rice oggi si è arrivati alla resa dei conti con Red Beast ...
E ho vinto io solo perché la chirurgia è un'arma assolutamente medioevale e brutale.
Dopo essere mitamente spuntato verso luglio-agosto, red beast è stato maltrattato, scoperchiato, congelato due volte, odiato e disprezzato. E la sua unica reazione è stata quella di crescere, crescere e crescere fino a coprirmi il labbro da cima a fondo (non che siano tanto grandi, ma insomma è pur sempre una bella superfice per granuloma a damn!).
returned from Japan I waited Wednesday, today, that is the day when the surgeon that I had frozen red twice did the study ID, that is the day that I lost another pound of flesh (Okay, not really a pound is, but it is very Shilock ...).
Check ID at 7 am after leaving home at 6 (the time needed to something at least), I take my numeretto confident and I start in a row in the waiting room. Red takes a coffee and gets quiet and listen to the ipod while I finish reading the book by Chuck. An hour passes and nothing happens.
"Mrs. nurse, I'm sorry ... but Dr. Lxxxxxxxxi?"
"Ah ... but he comes not until 10:30! "
Well ....
After three hours of waiting I had my ass into squares (the benches are metal squared for some inspiration of an interior decorator SM) Red and peaceful sleep on my face, bloated and increasingly soaring.
Lxxxxxxxi Finally the doctor calls me in the studio.
"What's happened?"
"It 's a bit grown up ..."
"But we have already frozen twice! "
as if I had encouraged me to grow. Can you imagine doctor? froze immediately after that I went home to give him a warm bath in order to do that again, then I took him to the cinema and I bought a kebab ...
"I think it is appropriate to surgically remove it"
and appeared at an odd grin on his face, normally placid and cunning.
'It's better if you lie down. I'll give a little' bad. "
ç_ç
"Now feel the sting of anesthesia, will be a little 'pain, but then will not hear anything"
and the smile widened. It
injections. Hurt. Then I do not feel anything. I put a cover on the surgical side. It has a small door on Red and covers my eyes but I see all the same because I have a long nose and lift the cover enough to peek.
Move violence gauze on Red, irritated that attacks with a flurry of splashes of blood (almost in good aiming becca face the nurse). Dr. L. back with a second pass and stuns him by both Red completely wrong the second shot that goes straight into my throat (and it is loooong loooong vampire sucks!).
At that point, Red is now already exhausted (Poor soon he too was awake), Dr. L. grabs it between his thumb and forefinger and pull it up, grab the knife and stabbed by four at the base.
Satan continues with a look at the edge of Red and the distinct sound of my meat is cut (the sound a bit 'as the leather is cut ... I do not know if you have any) bothers me a bit'. Carefully chisel the sides of Red and finally pulls away. It turns out a bloody Palletta with a small tail that trophic was stuck in my lips ...
A wonder: Red is born!
Then I put a metal plate in his hand
"all right?"
the nurse became aware that they are pale and my eyes dart from side to side while twisting my feet, but with courage metalicca clasp plate thinking, "and with this we have to do?"
"Now we use electricity to cauterize the wound"
Annam well ...
Nice smoke. Allegro smell of barbecued chicken and Dr. L. who with his white apron and grin seemed to be doing a barbeque to the family ... With deft hand
takes needle and thread and start cucirmi.
Now. I do not know if you ever put the dots, I did, several times. Ma sempre in punti in cui non potevo guardare, dietro la testa, sulla schiena, il gomito...
Stavolta ho visto. Sentivo il rumore del filo che passava(oltre all'odore di pollo che continuava ad aleggiare), vedevo l'ago entrare ed uscire dalla mia carne.
Non è tanto per dire: cuciono. Fisicamente. Avvicinano due pezzi di carne viva legandoli con ago e filo. Passando un filo bianco dentro la carne...
mi viene da vomitare...
Comunque. Fatto anceh questo il dottor L. sembra soddisfatto, mi alzo a sedere e mi aspetto quasi di vederlo sorridere e di offrirmi una sigaretta chiedendomi se mi è piaciuto quanto è piaciuto a lui...
Mi sono guardato allo specchio ero pallidino devo dire... e ho tremolato fino alla metro....
and lucky that I even decided to enroll in medicine for a short time! To console
'm going to weigh myself on the Wii Fit, Red between finger and a pound of flesh I will have really lost?!
V.
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