Saturday, July 14, 2007

How Many Cc Is 5000 Units Of Heparin

The power of words

is an unusual injury. A kind of sobrehueso. The funny thing is that doctors do not have a positive response for patients trying to find a satisfactory treatment. Only the act of walking creates a nuisance, followed by inflammation and subsequent immobility.
"Boys come closer I'll give the team. Euge, what happened to your leg?
"No, nothing. Is that just walked a few blocks.
Fortunately, a player of Deutsche Bank is always ready to offer consolation.
-assholes are pissed by an elephant.
Ojo, these injuries are not for everyone. It's like having a magnet. Lurk. As soon as you call them, there appear, ready to ruin the renewed hopes of Eugene.
-Posta. I have a bad temper. The last championship knee and now I hold this shit. Makes me want to quit.
An awkward silence follows the scene.
"Do not heat. Same with or without injury ... Again
is instant comfort.
"Look at the bright side. You'll have more time with your girlfriend.
- Is not I told? The daughter of a thousand bitches re not answer calls me two weeks ago.
-Best Euge. That mine was a bitch to you. "Hey
parameters that have not fought me. I opened my eyes
idiot. He does not wear the skirt you use, these cleavages. It is a terrible troll.
-Alike should be that I'm bad luck.
He said almost without fear. Without fear that their words are transformed into a sacred trust. Is that this word has a capricious power. No need to challenge him.
-Boys sign the form and come into heat.
"Here I go. Accommodation for me the bump between the means. Draw
zero in the first half. A bad start of the goalkeeper enters the Deuch first goal.
-Eugene, are you to play the final minutes? An unusual 3-3-4
comes into play. A scheme of dubious effectiveness, but there goes the Deuchar, a pure courage, for an equalizer. The crossbar drown the cry of equality. A new center falls on the area. A volley seems to be the best option. But Eugene, in a gesture unorthodox practices a dove who decreed in final tie. And again the joy. The bump took unexpected dimensions, but no matter. Euge is pure joy.
"Well Dad, did you see that I said you were going to get wet? And that's not even wanted to sign the form.
- Euge What? Are you okay?
-Let it, that insurance is face pain. That bruise and do not like it. Go to your doctor idiot.

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