What Kind Of Doctor For Feet

nightmare before

LA MIA NOTTE PRIMA DEGLI ESAMI! Notte prima degli esami!
Sono qui, davanti al pc, sono stanca ma so già che non riuscirò a dormire, l'adrenalina sale...ti senti come un pilota alla partenza, sai come inizi ma non sai di preciso come finisce...!
Non è come nei film, nessuno è inginocchiato sotto alla mia finestra, non ho preso un treno qualsiasi per seguire il mio amore. Sono qui, sempre davanti al pc, scrivo con le mie compagne di classe, 1000 in bocca al lupo...
Julia, we know each other so much, now I'm even counting the years but this year is that we were sitting nearby, who will be forced to teasing, we are linked even more! CARROT I'll miss you!
Linda, even you and I know from kindergarten, our first communion together ... laugh ... ahaha that make the catechism, and then what? Then run to court to sing: "It is Miss Angela is dancing the umba umba ciaccia umba umba ciaccia ....." how much laughter. Then in high school, that trip, Rome, has united us even more! I do not know where we will bring our streets, but sappi che ti voglio tanto bene MELANZANA!
A Lucia, ahahah! Noi due abbiamo avuto una piccola litigatina, forse la prima e unica...ci siamo legati così tanto da quando mi sono trasferita, e forse sarai l'unica che continuerò a vedere dopo la maturità...ZUCCHINA!
A Susan, la TEDESCA, quando non sapevamo qlcs in tedesco...ecco che entrava in azione la Susi!!!
A Giada, la grande secchia, daiii!!!Alla fine tra me e te è sempre stata competizione in matematica!!!ihihih!!!Però quanto mi sono fun! Mamma Mia! Hello blonde ... BANANA!
A Nadin, ahahahahahahaha my companion for adventure ... sure that you and I together we give just a beautiful! Mom Mom! Every man for himself!! AVOCADO!
Lisa, eccolaaa! She has always been quiet, not even felt in the classroom this year ...?? ODDI MY! You've woken up! You Mamma mia na head! Congratulations! cherries!
to Martha, the Doctor's daughter ... that your anxiety ... I swear I'd tied on a chair ... mom Mom!! FRUIT DELLA PASSIONE!
A Vanesa, LA SINDROME DI MANE!Mamma mamma quanto abbiamo riso...solo noi lo sappiamo!Mi piaci perchè alla fine ridevi pure tu!Bella Vanesa!!!XD
A tutte le altre, che sinceramente non mi hanno lasciato nulla, se non tanta incazzatura per il vostro comportamento da bambine e da mene freghiste (si dice?),siamo, eravamo una classe e purtroppo ne facevate parte pure voi...solo che ve ne siete dimenticate!!
Alle due ragazze che non c'è l'hanno fatta...RAGAZZE IN BOCCA AL LUPO PER L'ANNO PROSSIMO FORWARD AND MAKE YOU!
To me, that in all these years of school I grew up, I laughed, I was pissed off, I learned, I enjoyed ... I became one today, the usual dick head always in the clouds ... who knows what I expect next year ... ... in the meantime I'm enjoying my night before the exams!
And once you're there! Thanks more! XD
to you that while you're away, in the most important in the last two years we've always was ... sometimes I stop to think about how strange life ...
I LOVE YOU!

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seems to live in a prison!

From the moment you cross the wall of internment , the patient enters a new dimension of emotional void (...); is entered, ie, in a space that was originally created to make it harmless and heal together, it appears in practice as a place paradoxically built for the complete annihilation of its individuality, as a place of its total objectification, as written by F. Basaglia in "The destruction of the psychiatric hospital" in 1964.
The asylum was born to heal the sick, but turned out to be just a place where the patient will be permanently lost, made the subject of disease and patterns of internment, will have no further contact with the outside world, he will live in that dark place, gray and sad.

How Marini tells Alda in "a powder that's been flying" in the book "The crazy next door" published in 1995, is getting comparison with what is outside. Amazing things happening in there even patients .(...) We were all friends. No one was surprised behavior others, nor had the words of moral condemnation. Living in asylums was not easy, people who slept on the ground, because we consider it as their great mother, like primitive men, some beating their tom-toms to make the soil so they can communicate with someone who was away from them, though he would never have been able to hear them, while a gentleman, NOF4., outlined details of the graffiti on the wall of the courtyard of the hospital of Volterra with his waistcoat, he wanted to express his feelings, to tell his story.
Nurses should not have relationships with the families of the sick, they could bring their greetings, letters from their loved ones.
These people lived in the absence of any project, concezionw did not have the time, were constantly at the mercy of others without realizing it.
Why these people were considered crazy?
F. Basaglia supports "the Brazilian Conference of 1972, not knowing what is really madness. But be all or ninete. [He considers] a human condition. In our ["normal" people] madness exists and is present as is the reason. The problem is that the company, said to be civil, should be accepted as the reason for the madness. Sleeping defines, in his song "I'll give a Rose", the "crazy" (...) as a piano with a broken button, the agreement of a discordant orchestra of drunks. (...)
This is because it came out of the box social, because I think I speak with the devil. The company, known as normal, he was afraid of these people and then locked up in those particular facilities. Patients were forced to stay there until the time of their healing, an event that rarely happened. Until in 1978 he managed F. Basaglia by Act 180 and to close all the mental hospitals. He contended that mental illness, madness, insanity, we must fight on the outside, not in these centers that looked like prisons.
Today asylums no longer exist, have been replaced by "centers of psychiatric rehabilitation" or "nursing home".
are places where the sick less serious have the opportunity to live an almost normal life: put the scene of the theater with the help of some specialists, organize trips, parties, all this to make everyone understand that the lunatics are people like us.
In the show "An extraordinary silence" directed by Armando Punzo with the participation of Placido Calogero, the protagonist, a man who lived for years in prison in Volterra, often repeated this sentence: When I get bored, go out to do two steps and then back to me! Esco a fare due passi,inteso come "volo con la fantasia", non sono più io, e quando questo viaggio si è concluso torno da me stesso, torno ad essere ragionevole.
Ecco, i "matti" stanno ancora compiendo quel viaggio!

(barbara)