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Well, I had not posted the colors Sandrine ... well, well, you are done. Volume 2 of Hannibal will be reprinted Lesaffre but not printing (printing casterman old.) which have a tendency to kill the album in recent months. but in the south of printers (the name escapes me, and I'm too lazy to go look at my records .).

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before I tackle the research to cover
, and between two trains, one for Brussels, one for St. Malo, we try to focus on the boards. There they took out the architecture. If it were up to me, the arch, there would be in each box. indeed, I 'd fire all the characters, and there would be a story wall .. it is a question that I concept.faut ... I love architecture, I am an ignoramus in this register, it is a love of philistines, but I combined the books on this subject, and not only seen documentation.
Well, the short stay in St Malo was nice, but now I have accumulated my quota for the year of sociability. I'll go into my shell. I canceled a number of date and still counting.
Chuis too old for this shit.

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More than a miracle, a revival ...

Careful, ticket seriously, no kidding ...

I do not know where to start or how to express it, but I need it ... promised after we laugh again!

past few months, a permanent stress prevailing in the country by ... tension, apprehension, difficulty in projecting the future ... Indeed, my Joli Papa (my dad Doudou, nothing can hide!) was sick, very sick ... for years ... It's his heart that was wrong ... and the human body is such that when the heart is not right, nothing is going well, everything is disturbed! Pi are the organs that are more necessary than others ... are like cars: so what if the wipers do not work well, too bad if the exhaust is a bit noisy ... by cons, with an engine in bulk, you can hold on to the terminals!

So that was his problem, a heart in bulk, made moultes time, bypass and other stents, defibrillators and bins to various barbaric names! We will say that despite all that, it stayed rather fit and enjoys life to the fullest.

Pi suddenly, in 2009, Her condition deteriorated ... heart is too tired could not keep up, despite surgical reinforcements, and threatened to let go, disrupting the passing everything else in the chain, kidneys liver, via the bloodstream.

It's hard to see someone fall like that, I've always been sick, but still fit, but Doudou him, here he made a shock ... even thirty years past, it's hard to see her daddy falter so, then it has always been "thoroughly" ... It was a bit musty, it has taken a lot on him, he suffered in silence.

Me, I had to learn to manage a situation that I did not know: the near (very near) seriously ill. I am fortunate to have my 2 healthy parents, and this disturbed me greatly, because she referred me to figure one of my worst fears panic: the loss of a loved one, and j 'mean by that my father, my mother and my sister. Yes Doudou also of course, but I'm talking about my family. Certainly I have faced the death of a loved one (family or friends), but I refuse to consider that this could happen to my core. I think I could not bear it ... simply.

I was very scared for my Dad-Joli, Paske is certainly also a bit my dad now, but especially Paske I lived through the thing Doudou (it's hard to express ...), I felt his pain, my helplessness, and I wanted not to know what to do. So I did nothing, I've just held hands on the way to the hospital, I stroked her hair when he had eyes in the wave, I dried her tears and when he made the fool cracked, despite my broken heart to see him cry ...

I also often imagined in his place, my reactions about my dad sick, thinking that nothing could calm me ...

In November 2009, verdict: the heart transplant is his last hope. The heart does not take very long, you simply have to change ... there is no other solution. Well ...

Then a few weeks later, another shock: the general condition does not allow him to host a new heart. We must be strong and in shape for the transplant to take in good conditions, he is tired and emaciated ...

We are known as artificial heart, tentative time to retype, a machine outside the body, a compressor on wheels.

The operation was postponed several times and it was with great difficulty that he spent the Christmas period last year to enter the hospital in early January 2010, a few days before me. I do not tell you how much I feel guilty making my sissy soft knee for my first general anesthetic, when he was on his umpteenth, anesthesia, for something a bit more serious than my patellar tendon awry !

Everything went well, even if it took weeks to recover. Every weekend, we went see (in Paris), it became a habit, a program each time renewed tacitly.

He returned home in April, with its small Tonk vital, and life has found a little rhythm, balance, people laughed again, small Doudou nephews were amazed that Grandpa is connected to the mains to recharge his batteries, such as mobile phones!

It relaxes, it relaxes, and then suddenly you are back in full pear branch ... early July, the machine is acting up. Certainly it's temporary, but 6 months is here becomes apparent that the provisional hard body Joli Papa do not like it, he rejects the machine, not foot the bill!

transplantation becomes urgent, it is placed in a priority list hyper, and there we can not laugh anymore.

He sees himself transplanted within 15 days, we known that sometimes it can last longer and may never happen, so it tempers ... and pray hard for the baby Jesus he sent us a brand new heart.

And then, feeling weird, Paska not, this new heart is not in control of the plant organs ... for my Dad Joli has a heart someone must make him the gift of his ... and here is an idea difficult to accept ...

And then one day a phone call ... Ay was a heart, it happens, it operates in three hours ...

Less than a month after his admission to hospital, the long-awaited miracle, almost unexpected ...

It is as if time stopped ... the moment we are talking about for months without much hope has arrived, and we freaked ... yes but if the transaction does not go well, or if the transplant does not ... Joli's Dad reassured everyone, not panicked for 2 under, limit impatient to return rejuvenated!

More than a new youth, is a renaissance that gave him a second chance. He returned to the speed of light, and 5 weeks after transplantation, he returned home and fell in love with life! And we are hallucinating ... Dad finished the Joli-stunted in his chair, which has always cold and tired too quickly. My new Dad Joli leads again, it clears the table (it's silly to say but it's been that had not seen him do that!), He found his cheeks full and rattle for nothing: all is well!

So yes, it takes huge quantities of drugs at fixed times, but it was already his daily lot, so he used to, and then this time it's for a good cause!

Let me tell you that good mood is back in the country by, you can breathe again, and we especially enjoy every moment!

With that, it's all for now.

NB: I know that things do not work out as well as ever, that life does not always gifts and sometimes they do not spell winner of the fight against the disease. I know some of you have been (or still are) in this case, I wish them luck!

We do not all react the same, but we all need hope, always believe ... and learn to live with here.

I was already quite favorable to organ donation before, although I know it's not a decision easy. But if my Dad can still call me Doudou "Honey" is because someone made the right decision ... And that's huge!

Kiedy Wiewiorki Maja Mlode

Getting Worse ...

... I could title this post as previous : The girl who did not see the day, episode 2, the return of the comeback!

Things have not changed much since early August, the date of my last prose here ... oh no blurs, I am told that it was mid July ... even worse ...

Oh yes, in the meantime, I made a break of 3 weeks to try to forget my stress and disconnect a max of work, in swallowing up huge quantities and not regulatory prosciutto Parmesan and pasta and other junk that start with P: panna cotta, pizza, ice cream, focaccia ... look for the intruder)

Finally when I say "disconnect" is a way of speaking ... we will say that physically I was not at the office. Paske nan had the job at least 1-2 times a day as, besides managing email on a phone not designed for this (type an email in German on a keyboard SMS is sporting!) From So I blew the internet package because I was overseas (and it's free - finally included in the package - only in France ...) spa my fault eh!

Paske Yes indeed, no one is irreplaceable, I certainly do not pretend to say that the box can not run without me and my 3 weeks of paid leave necessarily rhyme with bankruptcy, not ! But it's been 4 months that I am alone in my department, and it was still more convenient when my colleague took over during my absence, what I did too when she was not there. Organization and effectiveness, then!

Here now, I tape all the work alone, without an intern or assistant or slave to assist me ... and here is the loose. Suffice to say that I spend almost 12 hours a day at the office, Doudou is delighted at 9:30 p.m. I fall asleep and I do not feel that!

The good side, top, a bit selfish but I certainly like I can console myself is that I have the exhilarating feeling of being "somewhat necessary" and in very good relations with the cream cream, people listen, they ask me my opinion and I have more and more autonomy and responsibility.

The flip side, the flop is that I train, I work and I spend my time doing choice: "mega urgent to do for the day before yesterday", "semi urgent to do in the very near future", "secondary that can wait until I see the day again" (as well say that the folders in this category are not ready to be treated!)

So yes, the good news is that I'm having a reinforcement ... whew ... nan yeah but still, not gonna hold up Kwismas else ...

The bad news is that not precisely before December ... say, here is taken in intravenous vitamins?

short, do not worry, I'm holdin it will take more to kill me! And I want to revive this abandoned bloug, Paska is my outlet, my breath of fresh air, and I need this digression to think a little of something else and sit back on my daily (rather hard when you have your head in the bar!)

So it decided, after finally put my Netvibes Updated (read everything I've seen everything, even if not all commented), I'll m to occupy the country to clear out of here!

And promised, I return quickly tell you how I almost got eaten by wild beasts in Italy how, after months of anticipation, tension and extreme stress, a miracle has finally produced in the country by, and the long-awaited meeting over the years that will finally take place very soon! ... Suspense ... stay tuned:)

With that, it's all for now.