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First day on call ..... The way of

.... which means .... do your job, walk to visit the ward and after you are free ......
.... Free is a big word but in theory is so ....
Today was the first day of full load of the department .... Yesterday evening I was very happy because it moves with skillful treatment I was able to empty almost completely the department .... (Some bad language could be said that the branch of Lourdes moved to Tenerife .... well ... at this point but I hope so !!!!) in a hospital vacancy = busy place and in less than no time the repartino was filled again and so this morning I was 8 + 7 Ciccino admitted to the nest ... nothing a bad start to the day .....
begin to go visit the "cuarta planta" and call me immediately from the "primera planta" for an emergency ... infant from birth dystocia with bradycardia etc etc .... I run .... (Thinking about it since I'm running here forever ... I begin to resemble more and more like Forrest Gump ..).... Ok
a small fortune for shooting almost immediately or it takes me away and, of course, much of the time I wear normally move under normal conditions, visit ...
Between one thing and another my morning ends at 15.00 ... after which the guard starts .....
The guard here is actually a kind of availability but leads to almost immediate availability ... in substance are free but if you call you can get in the shortest time possible .... for someone who is still totally on foot starts to become a problem thinking of more than 15-20 minutes away on foot ....
We must say that my colleagues in the urgence not get along as best we could ... usually if they call me and I spend most of the time urgence is a kind of priority here putting in their roles ... the pediatrician treating children ... and then if there is a niño call the pediatrician for advice .... although the truth in all of the time management is absolutely perfect.
Anyway back to the hotel, eat a little something ... shower head and I lay me down a bit .... contact time of my seat with bed = 3 ms.
the fourth millisecond phone rings ... "Doctor Nicola, buenas tardes ... ... esta es Hospiten 'urgence en la cuarta planta a" department in that is .... ok .... forget it ... in five minutes are in the hospital again .... While we are a small Scottish resign had the happy idea of \u200b\u200btaking a dip in his bathtub, step away from the nest, and finally from the primera planta urgence where I do a couple of visits ..... is done .... I finished my ride .... it seems that now everything is quiet ... I leave colleagues ....
Luis Antonio, a guy who speaks five languages \u200b\u200bfluently incredible, excellent doctor and a person, I think, very interesting to me to understand do not want me around more to see and go descanso (rest) to the sea .... look at the clock it is 18 .... is not a bad idea .... the sun is still high and there is a great warm and humid ..... the pool in the hotel closes its 18 ....
¡Vale! I decide .... Hospiten-Hotel and in less than no time in costume are headed for the beach .... I realize that in 15 days is the first time that I go down further down in the area of \u200b\u200bthe coffee era when there is still sunlight and it makes me feel a little .... is also the first time I see the beach during the day ....
I must say that the first impression I was not impressed .... nothing like the beaches of the Caribbean .... nothing crystal clear water and white sand bottoms nothing .... rather than a normal beach with dark sand, evidently of volcanic origin, coarse-grained (good thing because here the wind never fails) and water constantly cloudy but clean ....

Okay ... the rest are not here for who knows what .... I take a bath ... fresh water pleasantly full of currents, bottom degrading .... They're not bad ....
Lying on the canvas start to listen to some music (including this Mad World by Gary Jules ) and finally I find myself really relax .... that mean? Spending an hour filled with absolute leisure and done, apart from the nocturnal sleep and episodes of short duration sproradici, I really missed ....
the hour someone had apparently decided that it might hurt too lazy and then I get the fateful phone call from Hospiten ... "Hola ... esta a caesarean doctor. ... It takes 20 minutos para Llegar ... Twenty minutes?? Oh my god!
realize quickly that it probably is not the case in the hospital swoop in a bathing suit and feet full of sand and then brush up on my past (passatissime for the truth) sleeps walker and head to the Hotel .... 10 minutes
flushed face and quick feet, change of costume and shoes ... 3 minutes ...
Directorate Hospiten .... arrival at the hospital at the end of the twentieth exact minute .....
Needless to say he was entering a new mother at that moment in the operating room .....
the end it all wonderfully well apart from my calves ....
What to say??
Tomorrow I'm on call again and I honestly do not know how to organize what is left of my day after the morning round ... I piacerebbetornare the sea but .... I do not want to risk having to really get in costume .....
We'll see .... will tell ....

2009 Fashion Show Invitation Templates

Cucaracha

La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha, ya no
puede caminar, porque
the falta, porque no holds
marihuana que fumar.

... I challenge anyone of you to say that does not recognize these words ... impossible ...
... The song is Mexican and for those who wish to learn a bit of musical history could go to this link:
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Cucaracha

However, in this case the music does not fit your nothing ... rather it is an opportunity to find the first negative point of this visit ... canario
The translation of the text is simple and intuitive even for those on n knows English:

The cockroach, the cockroach can not walk

Why did not he, because he lacks Marijuana to

fumar

To be precise, the "cucaracha" here in Tenerife, but I believe in all of Spain is that I'm going to explain below:
Meet the Periplaneta Americana, better known as Roach or if you prefer, I propose a series of eponyms in various dialects:

Calabria cùfa , vlattica, Bratta
Campania Emilia-Romagna Snout
bigarunzèla, Vecia b'gón, Panaroni, burdigón
Friuli-Venezia Giulia grison, Bacoli
Cockroach
Lazio Liguria Lombardia bagun
bordocch, Babol, babulòn, babulìn
bagarozzo Marche, Bizzarrone , veca
Piemonte Puglia baboia
Magnotta, scaravàsh, Malota, scarafaggiu
babalottu Sardinia, preta, carrabusu
Sicily Bratt, scravagghiu, pappapane, faluca, Papaccio
Veneto bao dark, skied

.... now .... I do not know if here Bratte (the Sicilian) spend their time smoking marijuana, and in this case I can not imagine who would be their drug dealer, but one thing is certain ..... bracts walk here ... indeed .... run .....
The funny thing is that the Canary Island residents do not seem to notice ... they seem to believe that peaceful coexistence and now has become the way to distinguish a true Canarian by a tourist any.
The typical scene takes place on the avenue (Avenida Arquitecto Gomez Costa) I walk in my day (I hope for now) very limited transfers Hospiten-Hotel-Hotel-Hotel-CaffeEpoca is above all a night scene but it is not difficult to eat it at other times the day consists of athletic and jumps sideways or sudden shots worthy of a sprinter made by individuals or groups of them (not strictly Canary Islands) during their walks when they come across these cute animals .... this demonstration athletic continuously monitor a strange ritual that is hard to beat my feet against the pavement in a kind of tribal dance performed especially by the males in the group but which are not excluded from even the females of the species .....
..... I must confess that I am not immune to a sense of revulsion at the sight of bracts in spite of my sisters have spent our childhood in the country as we stand to handle almost anything alive can be found in the country of flying, crawling or other .. ... bracts but ..... the bracts not .... the bracts just make me sick ....
.... I do not know why I expected on an island after all small and mid-ocean in the bracts had no chance of getting in place and it would seem that we were born here .... perhaps it is true .... it is they and not the man at the apex of the evolutionary chain .... and they tell me anyway that their presence increases in summer (en el verano .. anzi. ).... has to go '... no?
I hope you forgive me for any horror that may have caused the diary can not speak exclusively to work .... However I can assure you that their presence detracts from the island's touristic infrastructure ... But ... probabilmete will end the tour operators will offer sooner or later "Bratta's safari ... who knows .. might be an idea ...

As for the job tomorrow begins my first weekend on call .....
We'll see .....
Good night to all ...

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 ....