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Voodoo doll

a job a bit '... macabre! For my weekend engagements (on Friday I passed the exam in physics and finally talk about it for the next 21 March), I wanted to take up my crochet hook and make a doll that had impressed me a lot, wandering through Cute Designs UK blog ... a voodoo doll !!!!!! Obviously this is a playful work, which can be used if necessary against those who do not feel like a genius, ihihihih!
Here are the photos:

Yes, I know that those pins are pierced a little scary, but I like taaanto!

Made with acrylic light brown, I used a thumbtack hand painted to the eye. E '8.5 cm high!

How happy every time I resume my work tools and put aside the whole world! :)

Giorgia

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Top of the top!

Today I passed the exam of the theory of nursing.
At 8.30 this morning I came to the Department where there were already 24 almost all my colleagues who have taken the exam with me. The excitement was sky, communicate with one another to the sound of "theory and Orem that has made?", "EBN epistemological but that means?". I was literally terrified. I had studied less than I had set itself, and as always on these occasions, all doubts have surfaced as possible and imaginable.
We entered and waited for two hours. Absurd. Luckily we were all together and you could ease the tension. I had with me my darling "who acted as chamomile staff. But the fear was always there. The terror on my first oral exam university.
The professor came to 11.00. He began to question in alphabetical order and I was the tenth.
Each examination lasted more than ten minutes.
reached the fifth colleague, I began to feel the burning chair nails.
chamomile My staff was always there to cheer (even though he had three thousand times more excited than me), until it has finished examining the ninth colleague e. .. and it happened to me. Cleared
the brain. Away all thoughts. It was just me, Professor. The examination. Stop.
I get up without even giving time to announce my name. Poggio statins and booklet on the table and starts. The professor
browse my paper (mandatory requirement for taking the exam) and informs me that my work is among the top of the top! He likes how I set, as I placed the figure nurse within the Clinical Governance, is enthusiastic about my use of the term "performance" with the final xD they, in short, is satisfied.
I am a couple of questions (which I totally removed from my mind) and say with confidence, trying not to get involved in conversations lost and feel the tension melt more and more. Back terror when I ask a question on his book of PubMed, but with a little 'of cunning can divert the conversation to something more congenial to me.
This concludes the review.
"That's okay."
I get up, breathed a sigh of relief, I realize how much he sweated, to what my mouth was completely devoid of salivation, the because my cheeks were hot. Than I was satisfied.
I go back to my place, my colleagues make me compliments. I find his hand, kisses me and tells me that mine will be a thirty laude. And I'm already in heaven, yet without even knowing how it had come.
end up examinations around 14.30. Assistant Professor and make us leave the room to decide their votes.
are shaken to death, I have to pee, I'm hungry and I am damn tired. I could throw myself in bed at that time and never wake up. We have included
. Begin the list of votes.
"You must say whether or not to accept the vote, okay?"
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Sei. Seven. Otto. Nine ...
"of the unknown: THIRTY AND PRAISE."
I start to laugh. The assistant turns to me and asked me jokingly if I accept. "Of course I accept !!!", I say. I feel like crying. I do not. Thirty and praise ... I? THIRTY AND PRAISE!
Continue the call and I'm very happy for me and for him (who has passed the examination in a brilliant way) to my fellow trainees, for all others.
record and I can not help but staring at my book is no longer immaculate, with my 30 and honors in the field so far has been the most relevant part of my degree course.
I leave the Department with a toothy smile and now I really feel the top of the top.

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Social Networking, media, and any number of reflectors

I was advised to write to the blog to vent. Do not write on Facebook, a social network as a place and then funny. On reflection in the cold, the blog does not seem so much more private ... but oh well, I need to write and write.

Yesterday I went from 14.30 to 20 in about a morgue. A corridor to commute from a cold and soaked in a nauseating smell in the room which was placed the body of my grandfather. I do not want to talk about why, how, the when. I had a relationship with him made me feel empty or destroyed. It 's a story that went on for almost a month since he had a car accident. And to make the record dingy and the surface was enough Giornale di Sicilia (TGS and annex).
I want to talk about feelings. I want to talk about what has occurred to me in those five hours and a half. In 2002 I had already lost a grandmother, but in different conditions and in mature age too little to understand what had happened.
Before I go home my mother turned to me and said: "If you do not feel you can stay out. You do not have to enter it by force." I smiled to myself, thinking about what I will do in the future, how many corpses I see along my path, and I replied that there was no problem, if anything that I would exit the room.
We arrived at 14.30 at the Civic and found there a disproportionate number of people in Morocco. The body of a boy who committed suicide by setting themselves on fire station had just been brought to the morgue. The air was full of a tragic lament, anguish. They prayed. An entire community gathered there.
I entered, I crossed the threshold of the room and saw him. It was my grandfather, simply. My grandfather, with a veil on the body, with a rosary and a santina his hands, his head and his hand still bandaged. My grandfather on a marble slab and a bouquet of flowers at his feet. I was leaning against the wall and I have kept.
The body was stiff now, you could see. The hands had already changed color to yellow.
I noticed that I had not sense of vomiting. As I had dizziness, headache, nausea.
My brain was focused on one detail: the veil. My eyes tried to focus on the nose and chest. I waited for a movement, imperceptible. Expected. Did not come. I tried again the merger. Then I gave up.
Leaving the room I realized what had been the only thing that troubled me: my mind could not conceive of death. It failed to conceive the absence of breathing motion. You know when you think about many things at once? And among you say "let ', now I try to think only one thing: a bird." And think of the bird, but then you realize you're even thinking about the fact that Just think of a bird. And this vicious cycle (and lazy) does not end until you face the facts. Your brain works on mechanisms too complex to expect to control it. And 'he who controls you and not you who controls it.
A similar feeling I had trying to conceive death. There are successful. I had to give up. I watched my grandfather and even though I knew that he could stand there for eternity, my brain was alert, waiting for the breath.
That's all I want to talk about it. Also because there was nothing more. After a couple of hours I started having a headache shocking and I tried to put in stand-by.

While I was there I received a visit from an important person. I did entertain a half hour and calmed my withdrawal symptoms (caused by the lack of it). I realized how little I cared that my mother saw me with this person, indeed. After a period of subterfuge, I wanted to instill in her a question. I do not think I succeeded, probably because it feels too big for me to have a relationship with him. After the question "How old is he?" and my answer "twenty-five, there was just no interest. The Board of
write on the blog I received from him. I did not want to, because I knew I would end up talking about it. Because I knew I could not end this post without saying that I miss her already, that I can not wait to see him Tuesday that the examination and reinitiate the lessons to see it every day. And I have a fear of appearing too damn love and stews.

Giorgia

ps. has been so long since I gave news about me and I feel duty-bound to know that I held my first university exam: APPLIED BIOLOGY AND GENETICS - TWENTY-SIX.