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now updating this blog has taken on a roughly weekly basis and not because they lack the things to say but because I realize that many times some things might sound repetitive to the reader.

The fixed point is that the work proceeds in an optimal way and, I confess, that when it happens like that spent a weekend of tranquility, I found myself thinking of making a trip to the hospital as well, just to see how it goes ....

I managed to "hold ".... also because I had an absolute need for rest and the classic "do nothing" because my legs every so often refuse to follow orders (in the light of the miles that accumulate daily in the hospital) and so on Saturdays and Sundays are spent in 'almost totally apart from the leisure time spent the cleaning of the house, although it is microscopic, dusty can in a day because of the constant presence of wind canario.

The only concession to entertainment "active" this weekend was the participation in a concert on Saturday evening at the invitation of some colleagues, such music "Bolero "....

I believe that each of us is linked to the knowledge of the classic Bolero by Ravel and all his substitutes ... the fact is that the genre "Bolero" for what is intended here is something else: it is much closer to our popular romantic music (not songwriting) 60-70 years and therefore has nothing to do with what I expected ....

Now .... who know me know that I can digest substantially all of the music heard on this planet but I had serious problems ... except for a couple of songs sung by two interpreters of the fairer sex really noteworthy for the skill and voice .... However

least a pleasant evening and different from others that ended with a glass of sangria .....

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do not have much to say about that I drank sangria here ...., was probably that of the end of the evening, and I would not commit the sin of immodesty, but I think that what I did last year was better than this loooong .. ..

On Monday was the day finally came that which corresponds our ATM card and that I finally won a bit of independence from the distrust with which you look at the shops when present any paper that is not of the English banking system .... A shocking thing I discovered is that the fees for ATM withdrawals in the English banking system are very high if you do not withdraw from your bank.
By taking the international committee is very similar to that in Italy a levy is applied to other branches and that is about 1.80 € ...
Are you English with an ATM card is the great idea to pick up at a door that is not what your bank will charge a massacre of 6 (six) euros to pick ....
Luck is that charge this fee before you feel incredible and then you can decide whether or not ...
So essentially I would agree very nearly reclaimed by Spain and Italy to withdraw by international levy .... mah .... just do not understand this ....

That's why I made my first purchase .... with only 24 € I brought home a set of final attack on speaker to which my trusty MP3 player and listen to music (almost) full blast, I missed a bit of time ....
But music made me discover that I also have neighbors ....
I must say that, contrary to what happened at the Hotel Columbus, here the neighbors are pretty quiet and out of the house early in the morning and coming back late enough not to notice that actually the time of other presences.
last few days but I found out to have Chinese neighbors and I discovered during my testing of new cases when during a guitar riffs Scorpions feel "tuppuliata" at my door ... It's six in the afternoon and not having large influx of people to my door I doubt whether the music was perhaps a bit Fortina ... I'm going to open and a man appears before me, I think about forty, of course China, which begins to shoot me against a whole flurry of words in Mandarin Chinese I think, making me understand that people are sleeping at that hour .... at six o'clock in the afternoon? and when I turn on the music for him? To two in the morning? bah ... I give my apologies in English and the guy goes away ... For the first time in nearly a month I got the curiosity to look at the balcony of the neighbors and I discovered a warehouse full of everything ... same size but contains two of my bike, a network and a mattress standing, table, four chairs, three drying racks for laundry etc etc ... all living together peacefully.
I came the inevitable comparison to the balcony where my carefully tended to separate the clothes horse from the area in which stationed the broom and mop ... and it seems to me that already small for a person .... Lodi ability to adapt to ... I must say but the situation seems quite exaggerated and then .... I wonder .... but it does work to sleep at six o'clock in the afternoon ... and then think ... is not that he had a face like a pillow .... I conclude that probably did not like the Scorpions ...
Finally ... and we are on Wednesday ... Today I have finally repaired the washing machine ... was almost 10 days that accumulated stuff and my reserve was about to end ... The technician assured me that now it is a bomb and I can cominaciare to lacvare now .... well I have a load of whites waiting to return to these ....
... Jabon ... suavizante ... wash at 60 degrees and run the lavadora ... wish to use this time to go out and do some shopping edible ... I come home and the washing machine has almost finished ... in fact he feels that now the water flows fine and the noise of the centrifuge is almost leisurely .... Preparing the drying rack and ....
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I can not believe ... all my white things now have a jaundiced hue horrible ... the friendly technician had failed to warn me that he had put in the basket my yellow towel on the ground that it was over .... and now ?.... they definitely look awful ... I think I'll have a mega plan to soak in bleach ....

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Wandering around the net I found someone else who had the same idea. "Why not create a blog to help CAD users?". Yes, you read right: there is still some technical outside, hordes of political scientists and commercial websites are created only and only for a firm pocket the others, otherwise lawful activities if it were not disguised, as often happens, from customer service.

Articles are not the skinny, but notes the real card holder designed to be accessible by the user. Full of links and resources in general, is or'ora, impressively updated, bringing fresh news frequently published in the week, even during the day. The graphic layout is simple and the language used is straightforward and professional.

remarkable is the amount of information entered in less than 3 months ... fewer than 36 posts. Hoping that the attention remains focused on useful information to the reader and does not wander to various advertising, with not a little envy for the frequency of posts, we can only hope to continue the case. A final mention of the license to use that I could not find, but with so recent and constant activities can not be called a fault.

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Monday, August 17, 2009

This morning ended my week on call, as I expected, was particularly heavy (at least for me). I keep saying that mine is probably the wrong way to handle but the thing until I get details and commitments until I realize that you have complete mastery of the language and procedures it is very nice to me ... also because the physical fatigue is not accompanied almost never (except in particular difficulty) to that state of mental torpor that can cause a job that you like or do not like little ...

Way wrong step at this time because a lot of time (perhaps too much for some) in the hospital when other colleagues who have perfect knowledge of their procedures and language, already resolved by phone any clinical question ... I repeat ... me for now is fine so too because I do not are missing the small personal satisfaction ....

First is growing awareness of the particular persons and places. Apart from your colleagues servicio de urgencias now that I have "adopted", I think now my constant presence in the hospital has been noted by all or almost ....

"Doctor, ¿todavía aquí ?"... is the question I have been asked more frequently. And the presence inevitably leads to the establishment of relationships slightly less formal and I think that when you are invited to attend the "snack", when absolutely indispensable in a very long day of work, has begun to achieve a level of confidence is absolutely worthy of note . And so it is the primera planta, and to cuarta paritorio now where the coffee is ready when I get a phone call to the phone ....

Secondly, I am removing some small professional and personal satisfaction in respect of some (very few) long tongues ....

not know if it's something that is coming out stimulated by the new work situation (and if so I hope you take me for a long time) or is it already possessed and which for one reason or another I have never (or hardly ever) realized ... but when I am faced with certain situations, I start to smell ....

I had already occurred during the work but the situations are quite ordinary and especially for kids that I knew almost like my pockets but never with strangers ...

English boy of 13 years in a hellishly hot day in a mega amusement park (Siam Park) really wants to be come a collapse .... well ... Ambulance ... treatment and transport Hospiten .... perfectly normal ... The CICC has already recovered and is fine but as part of the pediatric wing of the urgence colleague calls me as usual ....

... I do not know what happens but when I stink (no body) I can not listen any more and also the guide, very punctual and very precise, the connection does not make me pass the smell from the nose ... Apparently

there is nothing different from a normal collapse from hyperactivity in summer, however, our de servicio urgencias is full almost every day apart from the fact that the father at one point tells the user that the young man a few days sleeping much more than usual, yet it always seems tired .... bah ... thirteen years ... tenerife ... out from morning to evening ... I do not know ... I decide to auscultate the best young ... Nothing definite but something still does not come back ... "... ¿Y Fuera is a pericarditis ?"... look at me strange ... Electrocardiogram .... normal .... mah .... CXR nothing specific ... mah ... Nevertheless decides to observation and then is assigned to the pediatric ...

As the smell does not diminish at all I decide to call the cardiologist, Juan A. a nice boy from the home Ecuadorian Indian facial features from the South American ... "Hola Juan ... I keep a niño que no me gusta ... Puedes hacerle a ecocardiograma?" "¿Porque ?"... too .... then it is a conspiracy .... but I think I was convincing enough because after about two hours Juan called me on the phone and tells me "The taeniasis sabes que razon? ... el niño holds a pericarditis virica ".... Now ... in front of twenty people around me I could not do it but the gesture was to breathe a virtual nails of his right hand and rub on the chest .... I was (and still are) very happy ... no conceit or arrogance, but only a great professional satisfaction.

And together with job satisfaction in the second case came a purely personal satisfaction ... Sunday morning call ... runs quietly ... are 9 and have already passed through the planta, the paritorio I have seen the first part is the matron me it states that within one hour and there would be the next "despues nada mas ... well .. seeing things calmly procedeno take this opportunity to grab a coffee and go to greet my colleagues from urgence ... between one thing and another has gone nearly half an hour, and rings el "busca" ... "Paritorio ... is ahead, I think to myself ... Oh well ... I ....

paritorio In the atmosphere is relaxed as ever ... delivery occurs without any apparent complication, but when the matron gave me little, I start to smell .... little seems rosy, if somewhat ammaccatello but not more than many others I've seen this month ... yet even here there is something that does not convince me ... I decide to take him straight to the nest and put it in the bell of oxygen and monitor ... The small well saturated and has a good heart rate but it seems to me with a strange color .... I express my doubts about the nurse's Nest "No me gusta !"... She also mentioned but without much conviction .... Within ten minutes I decided that if nothing changes (ie if you do not pass the smell from my nose) relocating the Candelaria Hospital. I leave the nest to begin to alert colleagues about whether the urgence of the possibility of a transport incubadora, is called 112 (which here is the unique number for the management of emergencies) and request an ambulance ...
go down again to the nest .... in the meantime has collected a small crowd of nurses who obviously "think" out loud .... I can understand "but that takes traslado porque? està estupendo ... thinking aloud immediately ceases when they see me leaving the place only looks between the half-hearted and ironic .... I do not care too much because I feel the smell gets stronger every minute and looks more and more of a smell trouble ...
Little seems to be looking good and well it just seems a little pale, but despite everything I still trust my instincts ... In the meantime, contact the pediatrician on call at the Candelaria Hospital where I explain my suspicions .... here .... I do not feel very sincerely believe and everything is starting to take on the characteristics of the struggle of St. George and the dragon began to fill in doubt ....
Now everything is ready and welcomes the little incubator for his journey ....
course in all this I also had to explain to the mother of small and maybe this was the hardest part because groped to explain that the baby's removal was based solely on my suspicion was not entirely easy.
All this ends up nearly four in the afternoon .... Thank God that Sunday morning in general things are more quiet ....
The next morning bright and early arrival at the hospital .... of course the first thing I make sure the nest is in paritorio and whether there was news of my baby ... no ... Carmen comes after a few minutes, my colleague, to whom the story of the day Sunday. Immediately call a friend of his to which our colleague asks about the baby ... The baby is fine ... now .... because he was about to leave on Sunday afternoon as the penne was anemia within a few hours .... My suspicion was right .... in practice it seems that at the exact birth of the placenta has "seized" a large quantity of blood thus afforded to small ....
The nurse told me that the nest in the morning before I was taken for a madman and, worse, ignorant, and I made the decision I complimeti for continued ...
honestly do not think I've done something out of the ordinary ....
... I just followed my instincts ...
But .... satisfaction that !!!!!!

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Another week on call ....

do not know if in reaction to what has happened few days ago, but in recent days over the time I missed completely the urge to write ....
E 'this is the week that begins my first real time structured and this means that, theoretically, I enjoy the opportunity to either morning or afternoon free from work ... theory .... because my first week coincides with the time to structure my week ends on-call so that, one way or another, mornings or afternoons not truly free until now there have been ....
other hand after that I did not like writing a lot .... no particular reason ... I found myself very often re-read everything I wrote, and then step by step tiutto to relive what had happened ... I also found myself thinking of becoming too sympathetic towards the events of this kind ... I was thinking about it the words of a professor during one of various internships university ... "Never become attached to a patient" ... These words have always played outside, but on this occasion I found myself considering that I would come in handy after all ... This thought lasted a couple of days until ....
... until Luís, the colleague with whom I servicio de urgencias tied for first and which, fortunately for me, has been joined by many others, says that one morning I read my post on the blog ... read my post and appreciated the fact that a physician may suffer or at least think more than once for the death of a patient and especially to that of a child ...
It took them a few words to reconcile with the world, with myself and immediately delete thought dictated by a university professor ... A doctor is a man (in the broadest sense) when he can share the joys and sufferings with those who care ...
very few words that changed my mood and the desire to do ...
¡Vale! ... okay ... All this happens on Monday ... and then what so far has prevented me from writing is just the lack of time. Mon
also have my last visit, which is still a bit empty but little by little account of furnishing my way ...




Between one thing and another we got to Thursday ... Meanwhile the work goes on as always a thousand things to do and small personal satisfaction that after all are always nice ...
I love it more than the Labor Department to consult and spend much of my time to urgence ... apart from the kindness of my colleagues I am very much learning and exchange of information in one sense or is truly continuous and fruitful ...
Today, Thursday, I start work at 12 ... I wake up early as usual and, as yet no call came, I decided to take the opportunity to attend to some documents for which until now I had no time whereas here all the offices are closed on Saturdays.
I go out and take the guagua (the bus) to the nearby village called Los Cristianos.
E 'is also a fraction purely tourist but compared to Playa de las Americas has a more national and continental ... more very nice ... but also packed full of shops with a size a bit more discreet than the Playa ...
At Town Hall Los Cristianos not lose more than 15 minutes to attend to the necessary documents to "empadronamiento" that the status certificate Canary resident and as such can exercise the voting rights in the Iberian land .... (?!).. as well as enjoy other benefits ...
'm 10 and since the alternative would be to go to the hospital I decided to dedicate some time ... has been nearly two months since I came here and I realize that my hair is taking shape impossible for my standards ... I remember that a colleague told me that in Los Cristianos, there are a number of "Peluquerias" (unisex hairdresser and beauti center) where they work well ...
seems that here there is the figure of the barber, and indeed even to ask for all indicate this or that but no peluqueria barber ... Wandering a bit from the windows I see that in fact the score that is absolutely the most diverse crowd: ladies and gentlemen of all ages and all races with the most diverse needs. They range from classic cuts to colored ones (in the broadest sense of the word) to the manicure, pedicure, makeup, various massages, spa treatments and so on and so forth ....
overcome my resistance and go into a room that must be one of those consigliatimi the colleague is in a basement and has a discreet and elegant. I am welcomed by a young man in a kind of gray jumpsuit ... sincerely jumpsuit, along with the mode of expression of the young man I have made a good impression but then I just cut my hair ... makes me sit on a chair very soon "stilish" and also very inconvenient, that has nothing to do with the barber chair in which up to now have been used to and I leave them to wait for a couple of minutes ... That comes forward must be the owner .. a young lady, but looking very nice and mild-mannered ... After the customary pleasantries he asks me what I need ... "Tengo que el short hair ... "Bien ... ¿Como deseo it ?"... "Short ... muy corto "I reply ..." pref las Tijeras (scissors) u maquina para short ?"... "La maquina" ... That said ... in fact no more than ten minutes my hair is the length that I am most familiar with a lot of time now ... not perfect, as my barber after years of practice on my head can do, but absolutely acceptable ... At this point the lady asked me "Deseo el lavaje? (shampoo) "Whereas out here .. I'll go straight to hospital seems a good idea ....
... now .... I do not know if the ladies but there are accustomed to me is a new world .... in a normal post-cut shampoo the barber takes no more than three minutes ...
Here began a sort of ritual ablution of the fact that little head with warm, soapy water and a series of slow movements and compression of the scalp (for those few who remained after the hair cut) I think that lasted at least a quarter of 'is now back at the end in an almost somnolent ... The alarm clock came from this state lysergic acid rinse with a water-based cold that left me almost a stone (I even doubt that Mrs. noting the state of excessive laxity has wanted to do a sort of sadistic game but ... this I'll never know ...) but in the end I must say that my head has thanked ... "Listo ".... Done! ... I thank the Lady and the number of accettabilissima "ochenta y Diez euros centimos" I find myself with a fresh fresh cabeza .... not bad at all ....

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I do not know how many times I tried to start this post. I started yesterday, when it all happened, but I could not write more than two lines.


Wednesday, August 5, 2009 For the first time I'm in serious trouble .... I feel the need to write but I can not find the serenity to do the job .... the fact is that I need to talk more but I am in a position in its Adriano Celentano "Azzurro".

Be still work with the doctor or health of others leads you to be part of people's lives more than, I think, can happen to people or non-medical health workers ... and when I talk about life I talk about all aspects including that of death.

Today I had my first confrontation with death in this new reality that I am living.
is not the first and certainly will not be the last but I do not think I'll ever get used to ... no different from a death or a major or minor gods, but another to believe a child is always a special case.

.... emergency Caesarean section .... the gynecologist calls everyone to gather as usual ... thing different this time is that we already know that is not the picture of the mother to worry about but the child ... The small is pulled out at 14:45 .... from behind the masks we can only look in the eyes and the look that we shared with the matron was to a silent alarm, it soon becomes clear that there is more than one thing wrong. Solita
procedure ... suction, stimulation ... nothing ... the baby has aspirated meconium is not known how long is a moment ... was intubated and we start with cardiopulmonary resuscitation. In a moment all the operating room was close to the cradle. To my right the matron, to my left a fellow with the ambulatory and in front of me the anesthesiologist. All this took place without a voice out of place, always in a low voice ... could you whisper with the certainty of being heard. In all that I never looked away from what I was doing, except to look at the monitor trying desperately something that moved in that damn screen, but I felt a score of eyes on him ... The surgical area
live a life apart from the rest of the hospital ... When you enter you are always surrounded by people harnessed at all points including mask and truly apart from someone, I would have a hard time recognizing who is in quirofano when it is dressed in "civilian" and then everyone around me, apart from the gynecologist and the matron were total strangers.
As time passes I feel myself growing in a profound sense of inadequacy and impotence ... we all know that by law a Resuscitation should proceed for at least 30 minutes ... 45 minutes have passed and I no longer feel his arms and so I think my colleague that the little fan ... keep silent ... at some point I look up and match that of the gynecologist ... silence in me is saying "enough !"..... are 15 and 45 minutes.
Outside the operating room waiting for us the father of the child ... And 'the gynecologist to talk calmly and an infinite delicacy, and had already prepared for a difficult situation because the lady had come to the emergency room with complications already in progress but the look of that Pope seeks answers that none of us could give. .. All the talk took place in a low voice ... and pain that radiated from eyes was a pain and full of quiet dignity ....
We take leave in silence and everyone gets his way ...
At half past five I decide that is enough for today .... Pass by the reception and greet the girls as usual ... already know all that happened and the time greeting is barely ... When I feel I am going to call out "Doctor .... desculpe !".... It 's the father of the little that has not had time to see the light ... Approaches me asking if his wife had already left the operating room, but I think it was just an excuse ... Question had not changed the look I had changed the awareness of what had happened ....
We talked almost an hour in a tight English him in a somewhat more broken my ...
We talked about the causes, of opportunity and what is done with a fast-paced question and answer that I could not always respond in a convincing manner and the rest I do not think there is a definitive answer on "why" a child there and more ...
We take leave ... shakes my hand vigorously and thanked with a "gracias" that has nothing formal ....
I find myself immediately to reflect the fact that in reality i am having to thank the father of a son never lived, for the lesson of dignity that you gave me ....

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This post has posthumously because I started writing it in effect Sunday, August 2, but for one reason or another (see fatigue) reduces me to write just now.
I will be forced to condense (more or less ... I do not have the gift of synthesis and then pounding on the keyboard ....) I'm loving the events of several days and I hope not to bore my readers.

Saturday 1 and Sunday, August 2, 2009
For the day yesterday, Saturday, I had made a well-planned program so that today, Sunday, could have the whole day free and do things you normally do on Sunday ....

The program has worked well even if it lasted long, far beyond my expectations and not because it's been slow in cleaning but because, as I imagined and as I mentioned also here, the apartment was not as clean as I had promised but it was something I'd put widely into account.

One thing that I had not considered was the scorching heat which made here on the island yesterday.
I found myself already at 10 this morning and wring out completely slowed down my steps.
First I washed and sinfettato the apartment and that all containers drawers, cupboards and kitchen cupboards emptied of any residual content that makes sense: you
bags of various kinds,
two copies of the Daily Mirror "dating back to April of this year (and this should not leave doubts about the nationality of last tenants,
a pair of socks (clean thankfully),
a plastic ball,
a package of "suavizante" that is softening for the "lavadora" and which left me a bit worried, a packaging format
extended family of insecticide for crawling insects including cucarachas ..... now .... from what I know these cute little animals prefer places with abundant food debris, and then where there is a bit of dirt ... I hope that the previous tenants were quite dirty enough to attract a lavish banquet the nice (for them) animals .... I'd rather be a bit stingy and keep out of my table ... some companies
Stage cleaning and disinfecting of kitchen furniture and bedroom, cleaning and disinfection "lejiva (bleach) bath and then washing two coats of the floor with a degreaser amoniacale lemon scent. In this course I have neglected to wash at 90 degrees to wash all that could be as bedspreads, mattress covers and other amenities ... For
leap, a quick stop at the supermarket to buy the need for a "bocadillo" (sandwich) and other things that I needed ....


At 18 local time, I found myself on the balcony to gaze at the price of a day of hard work ... to gaze, and especially smell and I must say it was a feeling enjoyable ... I can also relax a little despite the heat ..
The next step was to finally unpack the suitcase that looked like nothing more than a month ... All my stuff ta system in the closet, in drawers and cupboards various makes me a certain effect and helps to give me a sense of order and organization that until now I had missed a bit. The day ends with a long shower, with the sandwich that I could not eat lunch, drink a glass of ice cold, dark and sparkling, and bed ....
I think the time lapse between contact with the pillow and fall into a deep sleep lasted no more than 15-20 seconds ... ..
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"Meow" ... .. "Miao?" .... Clearly, fatigue is because of bad jokes in my sleep I had the distinct impression that a cat is meowing to me in the ear ....
(i Gattari surely hate me ... I do not particularly like cats ... let's say that between me and the cats there is a fatal attraction ....)... this "dream" makes me wake up in the middle of the night ... strange are sure to be wide awake now but the "meow" is still hammering my poor ears ....
I try to analyze the facts and I remember that the sliding window of the bedroom by exactly on the "Pasillo" (Hall) ... the "meow", which now has almost taken on a tone of compassion, is from there and when I am almost decided to go out armed with a slipper distinctly heard the sound of a door that opens with a speech in a language I do not recognize them for them (and then I realized that being a English night) but whose tone took on the characteristics of a well-understood type of comic blasphemy "%$·/&%$&%$/&)¿"...
From what I understand the cat is a regular guest of my neighbors and if they do not even get you angry .... bah ... valleys to see the cats ....
are about four back to sleep and it was really difficult, but fortunately the tiredness took over. I woke up that it was nearly ten in an almost unreal silence.
E 'Sunday and strangely did not feel all that shouting that until the morning before I had noticed in the lane that skirts the fact esclusivamenye residence of people who are heading to the sea from here is just five minutes walk ... well ... I guess after the disco may be tired and linger freeing up the beach ...
runs the washing machine with a bit of stuff that had begun to accumulate while I prepare myself and head for the beach in full armor .... even sunscreen this time (even for me not to take stupid some of you ... if not all ...)
the morning on my balcony does not beat the sun and then I did not realize immediately that the temperature can be outside but as soon as I stepped outside the door of Playa Honda is invested by a " fara "I do not bode well ....
the street is not really a soul ... the heat is suffocating ...
I say, not believing too much, I'll find a bit of refreshment at the beach and if I have a bit of luck I can recline on a lawn near the beach and almost always in the shade.
I cover the few hundred meters that separate me from the beach in no time which is enough to make me drip with sweat ... finally arriving at the beach and my para an awesome spectacle: an incredible expanse of bodies that occupy every conceivable space of the beach ... come to ask how they can do to get up without harming each other ....
... I also wonder at what time you have placed them, I conclude that either stayed at the beach or have arrived there at six in the morning ... I see no other explanation ....
The next beach does not offer a better situation .... already anticipate that the meadow is visible only a few trickle of grass .... the heat is more intense ... just ... around the heels and head back toward home ... I will take a dip in the pool .... better than nothing ...
But before I decide to replenish my pantry which is very poor ... stage from Iperdino to do some shopping:
Pasta (unrealistic prices of our brands when they are, Barilla to almost € 3 per kilo, almost € 4 for the Amato ... Antonio De Cecco is in jewelry .. . now I know that the order I recommend "The Isler" ... the formats did not shine for variety and imagination, spaghetti, penne and small shells ... nada mas Oh well ...), and tomato sauce (tomate Torcida) , olive oil (aceite), vinegar (vinagre), salt, ajo, cebollas, spicy paprika (a disappointment !!!!), salvacena some tin (tuna is the only thing I can trust in the absence of the beloved meat Simmenthal), parsley, tomatoes, fruit and even biscuits. For now I think is sufficient ...
I do not mind but I gladly lingered at the supermarket with air-conditioning, ... I leave that's almost one o'clock ... the choice is now required ... I start to cook and prepare a homemade tomato sauce, complete with fried onion that is not bad at all to dress a plate of spaghetti that give a margin of error risicatissimo after that are just as good with the wallpaper but fortunately Mr. Ugo I had given some valuable tips on pasta production Iberian .... Not bad at all .... I felt at home ....
The afternoon passed in complete relaxation in a bit of pool and a mega session of vision of the "Lord of the Rings" on my trusty pc ....
I go to bed early because tomorrow you work from 8 ....

MONDAY TUESDAY 3 and 4 August

On Monday flowing altogether tranquil, at the edge of boredom than the frenetic pace to which I am used to .... E 'vacaciones returned from his colleague and now we are three to manage the department. As I promised I was assigned to the visit of Pediatrics, 2 but until we decide definitely times I do not anything will do ... I hope this aspect will stabilize soon ...
also begins on Tuesday in a quiet but not just for me ... as usual I'm going to see the change ... around the nest to me to pass the mandatory urgence where I find, unexpectedly colleagues as usual focused on their work, but strangely this time can also exchange a few words and a smile in an unusually less hectic than usual .... The department is busy on average ... we are seeing a large percentage of kids who try to commit suicide in the pool through the classic "barrel spertezza" at least one third of the patients came to head injury .... the best way to spoil the holiday as they are mostly from abroad ....
secluded even the nest with two babies to "review" ... well ... I can give the coffee of the morning and half in paritorio by step and in any case if they need to call me on the phone ... consultas then this morning I did not think I take potermela convenient to be able to linger in the room to do some research informe de bibliographic ....
Murphy's laws do not forgive .... I just sat down when the handset rings .... needless to say ... is paritorio .. "Doctor hay UNOS Partos" ... In general, the matron tells me, "Hay a party" ... that 'UNOS "does not leave me very comfortable ... By paritorio in and find hell on earth ... it seems that all pregnant women in and around Playa will be given an appointment today and in the same place .... There are three mothers prepartum in the room, two more in the delivery room, three in the waiting room and I do not know how many more in urgencias ....
The first birth is announced already complicated .... and in fact it is so ... a beautiful little GIRL needs resuscitation because he aspirated amniotic fluid for quite some time ... I do not know if it's luck, but things are going well for her ... immediately to the nest with the bell of oxygen, but already after two hours is attached to the mother's breast .... but it is only the first .... in total before my eyes now been six Ciccino and when I go to the six there are three more coming ....
Never trust of the days that seem quiet ....