"a year ago, pastor, tells me to go home and order an ambulance. The day before, the neurologist had decreed that if my earthquakes were to persist, I should consult within two, three months. In the end of the week one, my nephrologist who had just saved me the rest of the kidney, warned me that if I had no place at the mgen in the Trois-Épis, I should go home. I got organized. Today, Christel and fabric welcome me for convalescence in their establishment at the Three Epis "Turkish Cross of Gold". They're like brother and sister to me. They take the service in the room, in view of my tremor, they're spreading my bread, the egg, that's another story. They're supplying me with orange juice jars, water bottles and coffee jars. Given my concern to move me (mig sequelae card 80%), I am entitled to extra furniture and as soon as I am again able to get up with the help of the arms, the fine team, quickly done, well done move me into the room with bath in the bathroom. on Friday I dare, I dare what, my first round trip in the room, muscle me, because it's on the buttocks and using the arms I make the trip. The master of the place, made, is also in the kitchen. It's almost "on demand" and he knows how to do it. There are also times, I invite my visits, especially at the same time, with herbert, we reduce a rabbit in small bones. In the morning, after the cleaning, I often confide my clothes to the chest. Monday, day off, breakfast is okay and I'm entitled to a tray, I'm not telling you...For 48 hours, the media have been discussing our health system so special, seems it perfectible?"
