Okay, I broke my left elbow.
Okay, I burned my right hand with hot oil.
Okay, I got the lumbago.
I miss a leg ailment and did a nice Pokerino!
In exchange, the party's new book is taking a different direction than I thought. Indeed the process throwing the old and the old idea and throwing in a completely different project. So much so that until I write is good and the rest does not matter.
This summer I set a healthy period.
Gym all the time spent in the city, the campaign for the weekend and then, finally, Croatia and Sardinia to see a bit 'of sea water and throw in the whale in me.
In fact, after two weeks of the gym, was just beginning to see the first results on little arms and tummy, there it is that I throw myself on the ground with all expenditure, cans and mixed fruit travel down the hill, torn trousers and grazed knees.
What I stumbled? Nothing could be dumber than a piece of plastic that I had seen from far away but I decided to ignore that "Both the excess with two strides." Too bad that with the gym the first day my legs were tired and when it was time to mow, and feet are rubbed together, tight as a bolas absolutely no intention, I fell down as the silliest of the pines. Luckily, I walked slowly!
Good. Emergency services, physiotherapy and cast for 21 days horizon. Croatia? Maybe next year. Sardinia? Not even talking about it. Only go in the car or walking me brought tears to the eyes.
transfer in the country! With cats, computers, books and recipes for all to Mompeo hospitalization. At least I'm cool.
I have time to get back a bit 'in the sixth to be able to cook, dust, Sautee, I reverse the boiling oil of eggplant (pasta alla norma successful, but then you know I did a salad that is also less fat) on the right hand (the good). After the withdrawal
medical-spiritual-literary rural and sweeps and washes and dries and dust. All with the cast and his hand burned, but so you can not stand still doing nothing for three weeks! To console
accept the invitation to go to see Nouvelle Vague Alpheus tonight.
You end up cleaning the house, I load in the car and wham! lumbago seated! Too much movement after three weeks still. Wonder. In tears you download the car in the Roman house, I put the good old anti-inflammatory patch between the shoulder blades, I look down on the couch and face the facts: the concert of the Nouvelle Vague is not feasible.
Tomorrow I take off the plaster. The bad luck still do not know. Fortunately not I throw myself down in the dumps!
V.
ps: ah! Internet runs like a grandmother with no left leg and unconvinced of direction, so I can not even upload an image for this post! ^ _ ^
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