Highlights For Dark Brown Hair

still do not know the name of my nurse, but for now I would call Connie . You see, I have a good relationship with the people related to medicine, most believe that I have a serious mental problem, something like sociopathy and I'm a danger and better yet doparme would rather interact. Perhaps I exaggerate. Connie treats me with a naturally sweet that has no way of expressing, every time I come to the room rehabilitation and therapy, I seek your shoes (the famous and comfortable crocs plastic) under the curtains where each patient is treated and then hand him the ticket crumpled that gives me the lady at the reception. My therapies are no longer than half an hour, sometimes a little less, the truth is out there I lose all track of time. Let's go back to Connie . Connie
reminds me of the wife of my violin teacher, have similar hair and a sweet facial expression. But between these two women, I must admit that I have interacted more with Connie that c women on the violinist. He has black hair, very pretty smile reassuring me (unlike those of Colgate commercials that scare me for their sense comercial) and miraculous hands. Massages which makes me after the warm cloths and everything else are truly angelic, it seems that my problem is solved cervical contraction after these ten days. Aha

But that's the problem! Only ten days visiting Connie and their crocs celeste-nurse. I am very sad to think that I shall have to return after college. The rehabilitation is putting me in a good mood Or is it a side effect of difficult months have gone on vacation? We lazy at school, even the classes are not hard and hellish place. Yet.

walk back from school with Melissa after a long time. Then I discovered chocolates Laurence gave me one of our secret meetings where Melissa helped us, my mom looks at my dear friend with great distrust . But past is past and honestly I think a friendship that would keep for life. One does not get twisted and insane friends and more, you must have a unique sort.

feet still hurt me because I am a vegetable practically only way into my house to find food and shelter. The days pass quickly in college, I have almost nothing to complain about, only the mess they have made with the educational structure. Examinations, tests, grades, records and mess that never came, have been blended into a thick soup of confusion and now not even know what to study or how. Fatal. Over time, I think that everything will take its own course and do every time after mixing.

I keep digressing. Connie is a nurse (nurse tell because I do not know if your profession has another name, I have not asked) phenomenal, if I were an old woman surrounded by books in a mansion with secret doors, would call her to me watch until the end of my decrepit days. Today I told him that won national competitions (yes, almost all writers are narcissists something deep down) and the book he was reading ( Galloso : Great talent) is better placed each day.

"Then you do not read to Bayly " he said laughing and I could not help but idolize his words. Finally! Finally someone in this world seems to understand my position! I mentioned a few things about my position on him and his girlfriend and then said goodbye. Back tomorrow, on Saturday too. I am very happy to go to rehab ; definitely USEFUL.