Polyp In Right Nostril

Angelo

I had a friend named Angel.
was Opus Dei.
Opus Dei and I too believe that life is not a value available and must be saved from its formation in the embryo until its natural death.
One morning a little 'more than a month ago, Angelo has had a heart attack. He was at home. Was a doctor. He 's gone to the hospital. With his legs. Put him in intensive care.
And he had a second heart attack. This time his heart stopped.
The doctors did everything they could to revive him. After forty minutes I managed to restart the heart. But he did not wake up. E 'remained in a coma.
They intubated, they put in forced respiration.
E 'remained so for almost a fortnight. Eventually his heart stopped beating. They harvested their organs for transplants.
If his heart had not stopped it would continue to be in coma, intubated and forced respiration.
Here. I call this aggressive treatment. I find it profoundly unjust and immoral practice. Virtually Angel was already dead when his heart stopped the first time. And I understand an attempt at resuscitation immediately. But forty-five minutes means to condemn a man to remain in a coma or remain profoundly disabled for the rest of his life. A brain deprived of oxygen for so long can no longer perform his duties. Dies.
has done everything possible to create another Eluana.
Only God's mercy has avoided this misfortune to him and his all.
These are things that should be prohibited by law.
let God decide and not a man of our death.
And let nature take its course. This is Charity.

A Small Patch Of Red Itchy Bumps

It 's late

It 's late. For me at least. And 10 midnight.

I just finished watching Ballarò. I was expecting worse. But the tragedy of our soldiers killed in Afghanistan has prompted the participants to moderate the tone. E 'failure to cover with Crozza and much of the transmission has been dedicated to our soldiers. Finally remembered. So that part of the program devoted to the facts relating to the filth that are happening in this our poor Italy has been resized. Of course, with supporters of Berlusca that made him the praise as opposed to opposition leaders said that plague and horns. To me, they rightly. And is passed as if it never happened the transmission of obscene Porta a Porta and scorns of Berlusca who does not think like him and not the hosannas. But how do I get the nerve to act like him toward a reconstruction of the Eagle, where as much as you did it was through the Red Cross and the Province of Trento? And in a survey sent to 79% of Italians was pleased that the government had done for the earthquake. Are we really so blind? In so many months has not even started rebuilding. Nothing. Yet the barrage put up by Berlusconi showed non-existent things. I talked to my friends who are in the Eagle tent. They are literally furious and desperate. And yet ... all goes well, Madame la Marquise?

Ingrown Hairs From Brazilian Wax

E' for so ...

E 'for so long that I do not write more at this time. They are 23.15. This was, in Brucoli the hour dedicated to the blog. Then it was different. Meanwhile, I have ceased to be settled in writing, then I started to have no more time in my habits. Sara Catania. The house was small Brucoli, and I had the computer in a room next to my bedroom. I was spontaneous and Marica went to bed sit the PC and browse bloggerbash and respond and comment on blogs and write. I crouched beside Lara was waiting for me to go to bed to follow me. But now Lara is gone and I'm really alone. Marica is a bed in a room away. How is this distracting my house!

E 'dead Myke Bongiorno. I was disappointed though when he was on TV I certainly was not there to watch. But it was a true professional, serious. And is an increasingly rare kind of people. A man those referred regretted the absence in the last blog. In his field, of course.

I found out there these days that the "feed". I open Google Reader. " And I follow the blogs that I address the day after day without a chase. Well there all gathered and updated. But I realized that all write very little. I felt less alone in this and I have less remorse. You know the feed? Or do not you put me in the list of your blogs to follow? Maybe that's why I feel so little read. I miss your comments if I have to tell you the truth. And old friends I do not know of many more blogs. Tintus you know something? Julie O? Or ... were so many and I loved them all. I miss them.

After about four months it has rained today in Catania. The weather has completely changed. Farewell conditioners, and goodbye to sandals. Is there an ideal temperature, and must soon put the vest. But the thing I like least is the shortening of days. I'm not one of those people who love the dark. It puts me a little sad.

At this time in my house you do not hear a pin drop. From the streets rises silence. There are few cars passing by here and I do not feel noise. Almost as Brucoli. But here, now there was a smell of wet earth that I dream here. E 'between the smells that I love best. I will miss.

And now, my friends, to bed. Good night. Gigi vecchiorimbambito.

Flea Market In Sanantonio

I'm angry!

'm waiting for a delivery of books ordered online. Were be delivered July 31. I received an email in which I was told that delivery was not made to "target absent". Balle, why do not I moved from home. Before you call: "The package will be delivered tomorrow." Yesterday I waited all day, and to return calls last night they told me that the package would be delivered today to "force majeure". Today I waited all day and now they tell me that I must "return calls tomorrow to find out something. What kind of ways! I almost gave up everything and return back to the books.

But there things that make me angry or more than one. For example, what is happening in these months in Italy. I mean the question of Berlusca, his amorous adventures, the story of the Newspaper and Boffo. And to the Republic of damage claims and Unity. And the whole "curtigghio" running around. It seems to me just to live in Italy so illucinante crazy. Certainly in an atmosphere where absurd, with immigrants who die at sea, with the League crazy, with people unemployed has no future and does not know how to reach the end of the month, with young people without hope, with the precarious after years of work are put on the road with thousands of other tragedies that Italians live in this moment, you have other things to do than keep up with such rubbish.

And if I look around I see no way out for lack of men.

Remember, boy, out of the war. We had nothing and had no idea how to start a life. But, by golly, then we as politicians men. And they were in all parties. We had values, we wanted to get up and live, and this helped us and the politicians had a right to exist.

Now I look around and see no one on which to base a hope. And if the only float in the Berlusca is nothing like floating on a turd, I do not know precisely who and what does it hope. The only man that I called a politician Prodi was. And if they are played. Another decent and fine, but unless and until there is Berlusconi Italians continue to vote for it, there is no hope of seeing change anything. And, unfortunately, is right! And I only left ominicchi and nothing.

How I wish I had twenty years! I'm not worth anything, but I would try to scream with all my strength to try to wake these people numb and tired, that in the wake of its head does not know what to think of the interest.

Now I can only watch with dismay what we leave behind us, our children.

What does it take to get up? Gigi dismay.