THANKS
Before the rest, I renew my "thank you" will not repeat as not to bore you. This is a thank you subscribed. A life.
THOUGHTS
From the terrace outside the room at the nursing home I see the sea out there, just beyond the railroad. In recent days, was agitated.
waves, driven by a strong wind beat violently against the rocks, raising high columns to the sky, seemed to smoke, but they were tears of salt.
They rose up, then beat back in the sea that created them and party on the beach, wet sand drops to love.
tears, sea or land, are salty, salty with a bitter and heavy.
Both heavy and bitter and salty that I can not climb into the sky, are rejected to the sender, do not like.
SMALL STEPS
Physical therapy is making the (almost) autonomous walking up and down the corridor, under close supervision as yet hesitant, it feeds on itself, sometimes prodded.
Unfortunately, this physical recovery has a negative side that forces us not to lose sight of, especially at night: in fact the ball has to stand up on the bed, trying to climb over the side or head end of the bed. A couple of times we failed, destroying the ground, fortunately without damage. It does not much fear a blow to the head, as a fracture to a limb, that in his mental condition would be almost impossible to cure. In his walk also goes to the stairs, down to the lower level: they are equipped with a sturdy handrail, which was regularly ignored, with a high risk of tumbling.
Another big smash about the catheter and diapers; have ever tried to remove it, but the lack of specific brain stimulation prevented the bladder retraining to their eviction, so they had to put it back on hold better times. This creates the problem of going to bathroom in every pie 'pushed asks to go to one or the other function, and each time is a battle to convince her that he groped for a bathroom built.
But there are also some good news.
remember your pelvis tip of finger I tried again a few days after the experiment. After accepting it as the first time, had left his lips in place, staring intently, this time I had read clearly in the eye "but that 'race' of kiss is that?" (Quotation marks in the race indicates that the term was clearly another facilmemte guess): I gave her three kisses, lips on lips, and the smile of my face and eyes had hinted that he got what he wanted.
The recognition of persons, or their memory, has flashes of that bode well.
came to visit a childhood friend (sometimes because of the clinical hospital of the mother-in-law, fractured and rehabilitation), as well as recognize him goodbye in a manner not usual, "Oh, cornutazzo."
spirits, the so-called had said: "Well, actually ...".
Married, divorced, first with a partner, now with another, wanted or not wanted the epithet had its foundation ...
He asked about the daughter of the sister told her that this night would go to the birthday of a classmate, daughter of ...
"Ah, yes, Nausica ...".
Nausica is not that a name that is on every street corner, nor was the object of particular attention in our home. Built in the odd memory, anything goes.
Other small incidents, flashes of magnesium, even small steps in a long tunnel, still dark.
For the rest, emphasize the fact that male pride contraption bounces against the walls that is, democratically directed to doctors, nurses, sedans, and we in the first place.
Just last night if you caught even a nun who had passed into the room, calling to prayer the sick.
tears, salty and bitter, called 'prayer'; arrive the ceiling and fall to the ground.
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