How Much Does A Montblanc Cost?

the square has two churches facing each other.
that you wonder what the fuck to serve two churches in the same square, but mostly what the fuck serve eight churches in a spit of land just six thousand souls.
in the square beyond the two churches there is a bar, a pharmacy, a hairdresser from the air too pretentious for the place and he, our hotel.
that there is written on the sign "Restaurant" is one of the shades.
entering the first thing you notice are two old age of about seventy unknown: she has a pink wool cape over his robe, but always rose from another nuance, which is above the nightgown, still pink but a further nuance, Knittel and a woolen stuff. pink.
he's in slippers and smoking jacket with bricks.
look, listen and above all, given the volume, a movie-themed Easter.
when you finally realize that we discover are the operators.
in the meantime I am fascinated by paintings mirrored serigraphs twenties and old radios and other junk.
there are cases where the kitsch is welcoming, is home, family, happiness.
in other cases is sadness.
I do not know what distinguishes them.
perhaps it is sad when you realize that is taken seriously.
is full of plants.
give me the key to my room.
get there for a corridor that seems to be to a hospital.
think 'it will be better inside'. in reality the room is cold and small, contains a miniscrivania and a mini table.
the bed head metal convoluted.
someone has tried to dampen the air of monastic cell painting of the red metal of the bed, but the pangs of rust nullify the result.
the bathroom mirror is so spoiled that we do not see if one of the spots.
luckily I'm tired and I end up in bed in the hope that under the covers face warmer.
give up even as the light bulb burned out dell'abat-jour.
to two I wake with a start.
did not realize immediately what is happening.
me buzzing ears though.
for the first time I understand the meaning of the phrase "having your heart in your throat": I have the heart rate so high so that the veins in my neck seem to want to explode.
I get, I try to do two steps.
breathe. breathe.
wrists under cold water.
the only result is that I begin to tremble uncontrollably.
I have a red face pressing against your ears and feel, I feel that my head will burst at any moment.
never went out after half an hour. I hate having to do it, but I decided to call my own.
come running.
dad is worried she is asleep standing up.
mom takes my hands and caresses her speaking to me as we stroll around the room.
I will not stand still, I am sure you will collapse if I stop.
leave spend a little 'time. I still shake like I'm in withdrawal symptoms.
my father wakes up from slumber and says, "I'll take you to the emergency room."
not know the way, we do not want to wake anyone, browse and download.
that is attentive to signals and signs along the way I am.
arrive and discover that in the movies the people who are angry at the bar of acceptance which has the reason: I going to die, but
"What color is your underwear?"
"zodiac sign?"
"when the last time you smiled?"
"chocolate or vanilla?"
fuck.
the end I managed to glide on a bed with a needle stuck in his arm and the sensors attached chest.
"the electrocardiogram is normal, 120 beats per minute, wait in the waiting room the results of the levy"
while I wait I have the impression that restart and it hurts my chest, I can tell, I draws on the ECG, same result.
"But now I admitted."
the rooms are full of parked over sixty for the holidays.
one is even tied to the bed.
to have a hand in front of me completely swollen by dint of a drip.
passes the attending physician and gives me a beta blocker and twenty drops of a tranquilizer.
"could be the thyroid," says "considering his robust physique ... um ..."
cynical smile, I can not stand in diplomacy a moment like this:
"says well overweight."
while it's nearly four people, sleep is not talked about, between fear and gasps and moans.
my parents would not want it back to the hotel.
convince them to six and a half after the first round of the nurses, with the promise that they will return the first round of visits of nine.
in the meantime I have no way to realize that hospitals have a reverse curve of the noise in the rest of the world's casino night and day there is silence. dozing, five minutes at a time, I'm afraid.
beautiful nurse smiles at me and tells me "what are you doing here? We're not used to seeing young people."
"I went out easter egg" I say.
comes the primary part of the tour, when they come to me to make my beautiful nurse asks an ECG, in lifting her shirt over her breasts I apologize, I joke
"so now everyone has seen my boobs in this hospital" .
primary conclusions are that I need an echocardiogram and control markers of the thyroid, but they will not do anything before Tuesday, in practice, I suggest to sign and leave.
and that's what I do.
I get home from my uncles and the day runs smooth.
but I refuse to go back to sleep at the hotel.
my mother refuses to leave me alone.
my uncles are refusing to let us sleep on the sofas.
no one seems to understand what things really important.
the end me and my mom take care sofas and amen.
the two are awake.
tachycardia, less strong than the night before, but it exists.
hot flushes, cold, I shiver, I seem to sink into the couch.
call my mom but nothing.
the shake.
"you think I can take more drops of Lexotan?"
"yes yes" (the morning after he confessed to not remembering anything).
began again after a couple of hours sleep.
the next day the situation is the same, except that we went back to sleep in a hotel because I do not want to do the shrinking violet of the case.
on Tuesday morning, the hotel is even sadder than usual: the tables for breakfast Good day of the mill are set with white plastics and pre-cut slices of a dove, like those made at home.
but again, no home, is sad.
luckily I can not eat breakfast.
arrival in hospital is deafening, I do not know where to go, does not appear anywhere, I seem to be transparent.
hour later someone notices me
- taking the thyroid?
- yes
I see the arm that is already a bruise
- thou hast the capillary small enough to see if
has a light hand.
takes a second look, never had no fear of blood or needles.
- now respects my
there they had to stay out, it's time for visits.
the lane is in full swing, I'm out of time, as in those videos where the singer goes at normal speed and everything is accelerated.
hour passed and someone is telling me I can not make me an echocardiogram
- I made an appointment for April 21
- but I live in milan
- ah
seems there is no way, but they tell me to wait .
my call me constantly asking if I want a coffee or something to eat.
but I closed the stomach or maybe I just want to be bad until the end.
eleven still do not know anything, I pendant to the lane, until I feel the tears streaming down his face.
passes the primary, he looks at me and tells me
- does not seem to exaggerate?
the result is that I want to cry even more, a couple of nurses ask me what I have, say anything, because I do not know.
maybe I'm tired, maybe.
meanwhile my mother is able to enter, my sweet mother, ordered me to go wash my face and stop crying, because that's not how we deal with things, because I'm insulting everyone else in the department and why not help me to get better.
I rebel, I support my right to vent, but deep down I know he's right.
continues to reject any form of food.
to 12.30 are only telling me that I can do an echocardiogram.
"floating movement of the septal wall," but they say it is normal.
a juice bar at the hospital is that I allow myself.
the day after returning to Milan in the evening my brother and I spent an hour in the following dialogue produrci
-
not breathe - you breathe
yes - I know, but the air does not reach the bottom
- if you breathe in and exhale normally arrive. But if you want I'll take you to the emergency room.
- no, wait.
...
-
not breathe - you breathe
yes - I know, but the air does not reach the bottom
- if you inhale and exhale normally arrive. But if you want I'll take you to the emergency room.
- no, wait.
next few days happens a couple more times, but I go back to tai chi, scared, but I go back and finish in the bottom of the lesson.
step on Sunday to cry like a slaughtered calf, but he does say that Lexotan.
the next day in the gym.
while on the bike portion and the heart rate reaches above 150, I stop, breathe calmly and try again. I reduce the Lexotan
slowly.
today I left home.
I called the hospital.
- the results of the thyroid are normal.

time to flourish.

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