pulp had its dry socket, and I had my emotional ride for breast ultrasound. Strongly uncool experience. Of course, all topped with hospital absurdities, because that too has not yet learned in his short life was not that the registration for a given time means "Come patient, release from work, forcing at breakneck speed. do not be late, and then the prostate at the door, and us in his great mercy we decide when you will experience the privilege of crossing the threshold of the temple's office and do not think in his naivete, it will have anything to do with your assigned a specific time, "or how you are clever and intelligent, or have supernatural powers of clairvoyance, it reaches to you faster than if you wait their time and input to the cabinet that the need to pay a private visit before crossing the threshold and is not in the office, and not even in the registration held next door, but that was more exciting at the box office, which is (well, clear!) in a completely different building. Of course, none of this has not officially informed, because life can never be too many attractions. So dazzled by chance that knowledge, just because cunning, intelligence and paraumiejętności failed, after locating carefully hidden among buildings and a maze of corridors cash (Olsztyn Clinic designed unless some crazy, stoned visionary), payment of the sum of the incompatible test with information on the Internet, moreover, confirmed by the lady at the registration (since vat increased after the new year, so that I was precisely in this new year a record-keeping), I went back to his zaklepanego place in the queue, which is slightly trembled at the time with one person. Lady sitting next to me asked, innocently on dłużącego the time, and described in detail in a moment of their history, which lasted nine years, the fight against breast cancer, which began innocently, and ended with amputation. My eyes stopped at the flat where it is clearly faulty under the bathrobe standing by the wall the old lady. Stress clung to me all by myself. I was there voluntarily, do not quite wymacałam apart ribs, but I felt like I was walking at his own request under the ax.
And then the hard couch, ruler of judgments over me, cold gel, weight machines lustrującej the inside of the monitor screen, the alloy frame ... and stop my heart, the silence, the gray ceiling, where the eyes looked me in the rectangular outline of the lamp, .. . ...., Hail Mary Mother of God-I continue in my thoughts-my body has already experienced disease and pain, have mercy, protection ...
and shield.
are words which sound bites mind as well as persistent mosquito. Recently enlist passionately used at every opportunity, falling mindlessly from television and radio lips: "celebrity" and "substantive." Experiment
TV in my house, I think it is not successful. Mążuś namely resigned from my cable TV, you are not already the next contract, and therefore were suspended in a vacuum of television. Beautiful, big, brand new Sony telewizorek a Full HD 3D granted the status of unemployed. Television is not. Cudna matter. My admiration reached its zenith, the time stretched out like a pink rubber balloon, family members began to see each other, seemed to be good. Telenarkomania Unfortunately, a tough habit. And then who was the biggest telemaniakiem? Not me, standing at the head of antytelewizyjnej barricades, not children who have found solace on the internet, but my husband. First started to download movies from the Internet, and then construct the antenna podczepionej the radiator and back to the days of black and white television disturbed by noise and "snow. Picture and sound quality not alienated my lubego, eyes stares at the screen, and probably soon will arrive at our house a new package of hundreds of channels from around the world. And I'm including all the poor passive oglądacz, eh.
(may be offended by "fucking pedancika? You)
Valentina And tomorrow, and I have a general love smack at all and everything, sooooory no.
