Orthopedic And Fashionable

Es el nueve de julio de 2009

.... a friend wrote to me if the coffee had closed .... I am pleased that the I am writing you create an expectation in whom I left a few thousand miles away .....
... no coffee did not close .... it was my firm intention to write about my day yesterday had it not been for one small detail ...
I finished dinner as usual around 9:15 p.m. greeting workers at the restaurant by now have noticed that my constant, regular and not holiday there and I go up to the hotel room to give me a refresher facial, take the pc and head to the Coffee Period .... They are the
21:20 ..... Tonight the air is a bit fresher than the other night and shoot a bit of wind ... very nice so I decide to go out for a moment on the balcony smoking a cigarette and sat enjoying the cool pleasant ....
.... the usual English boys, getting them, began their ceremonial rowdy fun-based songs, coarse laughter, beer and burp free from which, fortunately, now I can astrarmi almost completely by inserting a kind of automatic pilot who is allowing me to survive their revelry ... pilot always brings me inexorably to immerse myself in the warm waters of my emotions and things that are more connected ... luckily ....
... rocked so I finish my cigarette (fortunately one of the few that can give me in my days) and I close my eyes One moment .... I must have dozed off for a while because I feel rested and relaxed and ready to direct me to my appointment multimedia ....
..... ops .... There is something wrong ..... can not hear anything ..... nor songs, nor burps .... nothing ... Instinctively I try to watch the clock but it certainly does not work ..... then I try the phone .... can not be ...
... will not write that now had become .... I give only a clue .... is the same now that Fiorello in imitation of a now historic Franco Califano posed as now totem of his fantastic story ..... At that point I realize that maybe it was a bit too late to go to write something and I go to bed ....

Today I made good buzz and I'm here to write ... not into temptation, I carry this computer in the afternoon and I left the hospital ... so the coffee is not far from the hospital and spend the same again I do not cost much .... then I finish work at 8:45 p.m. and go to dinner .... I go back to the hospital, I take the PC and I start .... at that point I was tempted to make sure my feet still existed because today was a really busy day .... hospitalizations but few lucky 7 (seven) shares 15 consultas and an unknown number of calls from servicio de urgencias ....
Damn I say .... not bad ....
... I'm really tired but if you call me, as they are on-call officer, I would have only the problem of having to close the computer and go to the hospital .... this work is taking me in all its expressions .... primarily as a desire to do ....
... there is no control ... marcapresenze no badge, no signature to put on any record .... yet everyone is always at his work place to do it the best of their ability. I'm not saying everything is rosy .... I'm not saying that this situation will last forever positive, I prefer to keep your feet very experienced on the ground but I like living in this moment all that is offered to me better than I can give ..... mainly because it would be too easy to let our guard down ... The easing would drop from the hands of those lives that bring strangers into those of a stranger .....
.... Confrontation inevitable .... I can not and do not want to be a detractor for a job that I have played with passion for almost twenty years in my land ... work has given me so much and I am convinced that it could continue to give me as much as do people with whom I worked gave me a lot and give me so much ... ALWAYS .... because in a few days but then I get the impression that he has almost reached a professional realization that, despite the many, frankly speaking, satisfaction that the work in Catania gave me (along with many disappointments), I never had the conscience to achieve ??
not think I can quickly give an answer to this .... maybe some of those who know me might help me to do it more .....
.... meanwhile has come to midnight (the lights go out .....) and today I just have to hug you all ....

Basic Information About Shark

.... Reflections on the coffee ... Act Two ...

.... Now has become a rite .... After my breakfast (or after the admiring observation of fusion dishes that adorn the tables of my roommates English and after a quick reflection on the fact that we really want an iron stomach to swallow just wake up .... those things .. ..) I attacked one of the cafes located on the road that leads me to the hotel Hospiten Sur (so far I had forgotten to say that this is the exact name of the structure in which work) for the inevitable cup without which I could not go on ....
.... I think, by the way, the first thing that will enter the house that before the end of this month I'll have to rent, must be a coffee or anything that is able to extract the caffeine from two tablespoons of Lavazza Crema e Gusto (by the way ... here the 250 gram costs 4 € !!!!)...
... despite everything I said in a previous post the espresso here is not as bad taste ... a bit different ... maybe a little less aggressive than ours but all in all not bad .... (But a lot depends on who is in front of the car .... some might very well work by Wise and others ... but most are ... we would hunger as bartenders ...)...
But I find a flaw .... I do not think caffeine .... or otherwise it contains little .... I do not know if it's the fatigue that leads me to think this but I think it's just so ....
... I can definitely hear the "bang" of our coffee ... also the home ... nothing ...
The ultimate test I had since I discovered this Italian coffee .... is called the period and with a drink allows me to stay connected to the Internet almost indefinite time ....
... now .... up to 10 days before something that was carefully avoided to have coffee after the 18 .... 18.30 mathematically because I knew it was a sleepless night ....
.... now I take my tranquillamete caffeuccio to 22 / 22.30 and I'm ready to go to sleep ... I find it
that the dominance of the coffee that is consumed here is not the arabic mix like ours but the Colombian ..... boh .... think this is?
Films and TV series have taught us that coffee is used to mask the white carriage of certain substances from certain places in South America .... especially from Colombia ... bah ....
In all deepened my knowledge of different types of coffee are served here ...
As I 'said the standard is the "Cafe cortado" that the rule is a "cortado natural" coffee with milk that is warm but can be cortado (cut) with anything else (brandy, cognac, cream alcoholic etc) .. . and while he's there .... the "cafe leche leche" ... essentially a cafe cortado but with a knob at the base of condensed milk ... you .... just like that of Nestle that many of us remember the toothpaste tube like a big ...
I must say it was an epiphany .... I have never liked coffee or latte macchiato bevenda but this is not bad ... I got it early because it is abundant enough to allow me to sip a long time but now it's becoming almost a rite of my evenings this fixed Barozzi multimedia ..... with a splash of nostalgia thinking back to how it was attached to that nice sweet stolen toothpaste tube in the fridge 35-40 years ago ....

Foggy Head And Headache

.... When the going gets tough ......

... is a very well known saying if I'm wrong .... When the going
gets tough .... the tough get going ......
But what I'm more spontaneous now and say "when the going gets tough the tough get ...... cry ....."
AAAAAAHHHHHHH .....
But where are they?
But this is a madhouse! On a more positive ... surely .... but a madhouse ....
All this natural relationship that we might see in any of our hospitals ... But maybe we should take a step back ...
begins a new week and doing a bit of Auditors is the first full week of work that awaits me ... in essence, that I actually started to work on Wednesday I worked until five days say 5 hours actual work .....
5 days ??????
Oh dear .... I try to count and recount, but is always a 5 and it seems to me that two months have passed for the incredible amount of information and events that have crowded in my head and especially in my life.
... What's more, today begins my first week of work to be "just" ...
I can not help but remember the days of training where .... Despite a degree and the maximum of a discreet and professional responsibility that you were given was to write from dictation the teacher's folder ...
... here things are a bit different ....
Suddenly I find myself managing a department, and especially the external consultas the consultas de urgencias ...... all quietly announced by my colleague who are in no newcomer to the problem ....
certainly is a statement of confidence in me but I must confess that I feel in a state of deep inadequacy .... Inadequacy
yet because my ability to think directly in English are still very weak and I realize that this weighs a little in emergency situations ...
.... I mean ...... especially when I'm confronted with my fellow servicio de urgencias (first aid) I realize that it is still necessary to think quell'elasticitá directly in English ....
.... I seem to be back at the first days after graduation .... is absurd ... all the procedures I have always been printed well in my little brain seems to have dissolved into thin air ... everything in my work in emergency was an automatic, from maneuvers and especially the drug dosage is completely gone ....
.... I came to doubt that until now I did as a doctor and then I try to come back a little of what I know .... we'll see ..... Perhaps it would be to begin to write the blog in English ..... Back to

madhouse ....
... madhouse because this is the first impression you would make a place like this ....
... early afternoon advisory urgencias ...
far, we've spent escape from the ER much stopping only when I had to be presented to someone who I had not known until now (know is a big word .. for now would be more accurate to shake hands and be given a name that for now I challenge anyone to remember ) ....
.... now instead of necessity my stay at the PS has lasted much .....
.... But what happens? First Aid? but where is he? What do they do? are working ?....

mind I invite you to do one of the local PS Catania ..... one would be inclined to think that those of our city are PS where you work so much, especially if we take a proportion of the confusion that every hour we live in of them .... and in fact it works so much .... you work a lot but especially evil and on this occasion I can not help but think of the incredible professionalism that we have in our land who are castrated by a system of meritocracy has little ....


I am beset by the sights ..... I find that there are fourteen first-aid box (maybe even more so) and that the PS in reality is full of people, doctors, nurses, service workers, most diverse ... just do not see ....
.. I think .... there will be emergencies series ...... and even now are regularly contradicted by the fact that the ambulances arriving on average, at peak times every 15-25 minutes from all lands ... only everything that takes place in a particular order and in a silence that is almost frightening at times ....
... between one thing and another you've made 10 in the evening and I feel a little bit tired .... but I can not help but see in me an instinct of "envy" towards certain professionalism but they do not pose ever an attitude of arrogance or superiority ..... indeed ....