create one that can never be true what the people say popular, "Misfortunes never come singly." This has been: They say I'll have to walk on crutches, after eight days of rest, at least twenty days. It hurts a lot but, fortunately, I can write as badly as ever.
The company only have been concerned to know the hour of my eventful fall. 12.30 pm, he said. I had to leave the customer's card just visited and whose door to go a bit fast, slipped so badly that I do not know why I broke the ankle bone, the talus, I think. Would not surprise me that my bosses call to verify it is true that this visit came to and at that time.
I find it hard to follow. The painkillers are working. It comforts me to know that for a month or more, will not go to work
If I had someone I could meet ... is a sprain.
It hurts a lot, I have purple fingers of my right foot and I can not, even if you want, put your foot because the pain is irresistible. I had to return to the emergency room and after several X-rays and nearly four hours of suffering, I have been cast and sent me home with you. I have mild hamstring strain.
I have given two crutches, with a deposit of 30 euros, has screwed us, and I have been scheduled within three days. I have to say a good season. At home, the lady had been very kind to me and helps me to bed and have lifted his foot and with an ice pack tied with shoe laces.
but I should not say so much pain that I'm tearing. I was tingling fingers and maybe tomorrow are purple.
Mrs. gives me soup and take a Nolotil cooked. I sleep about two hours and I wake up with a lot of pain so I take another Nolotil. I put the thermometer and I get the fever to nearly thirty-nine.
I get to sleep another two hours. I wake up wrapped in sweat and not feel the fingers of my foot. I look at the picture of the Sacred Heart and then in the wardrobe mirror, trying to see how they move their fingers. But do not move. The ice has broken and I can not call the lady to bring me another bag, are two-twenty in the morning and I can not disturb. They are my family, lords of the house and are on their things, sleeping dreams.
My foot is swollen, very swollen. In my delirium, fever, see how whet my ankle and I get five or ten screws and a plate. I see that in the operation, they dropped a bone tobacco, as those were my sisters played with jacks, and neither the nurses nor the doctors realize. Enter a wolf dog eats my tobacco and goes. The doctors and nurses talk and talk and when they are finished sewing, hold hands with each other and hear them say, "Good job." They go and leave me alone. I want to scream but I can not stand the tobacco of my dog \u200b\u200bate it!
think about death. If a simple sprain hurts me so much ... How painful death? 
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