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by:CAI YI JIE     2019-09-13
At the age of 19, I started the second and last difficult leak from the top of the ski track ---
In this case, Chedoke\'s senior Hill-
A balletic bunched down from the killing area of wolves and black ice, spinning my legs --
First enter the rusty hardcore, which is part of the perimeter of the Frost fence that stretches out of the snow to prevent skiers and other break-ins from entering.
However, this kind of warning is not the way the warrior --
Life was an adventure when you were 19 years old, and many signs showed that there was no skiing and it didn\'t stop me from the side --
The path that came down from the mountain, trimmed for 20 minutes from my way to the club, where I could buy an elevator
Ticket for my thermos and refill.
When I stopped rolling, my right leg was numb below my knee and there was a change in the club --
Room, a little red when I took off my boots-
The head boy in the Boston brown bear jersey was panting, his face was white, and he also urinated.
\"It happened miraculously,\" My doctor frowned, and he was tired of counting the way I almost committed suicide over the years, \"and the leg was not broken.
Philip had a broken bone, but the actor couldn\'t help.
Peter, if you can relax yourself for a while, it\'s only time to heal it all.
But remember my words.
It\'s a hurt that will come back to haunt you one day.
So the medicine man of the tribe spoke like this, shaking his totem, though it was thirty years before the prophecy began to come true.
The sting of my hip started at some point and was so weak at first that it was not noticed and then slowly made its presence feel rather than pleasant.
Then there\'s a wet honey.
Huang Jinri: \"Peter, what\'s wrong with the leg?
This is from my brother. in-
As we stroll through the Thirsty Cactus, Ethan banks.
\"Old war injuries?
What do you mean, Hay? Was I limping?
Does that little pain remind the outside world that my health is beyond doubt?
Oh, hell, I\'m limping.
Its limp has deteriorated because of such a small increment and has not been registered until now.
I remember the serious leak I had in Chedoke years ago, and the Dr.
Miller said about it.
My Wayward hip for a long time
The coalition forces have been gathering its dark forces and are ready to launch an attack that even the outside world has to comment on as my sister\'s husband.
\"You are dear,\" added my sister Rosemary, who frowned with great care and her eyes stood out like a ball --and-
My hip Nest came out of my skin.
\"You\'re lame!
\"It\'s like a crazy chipmunk biting that thing.
\"Good Eth.
\"My friend, this is a hip replacement surgery for you.
You\'re in the Canary seat now.
The time has come for difficult decisions.
Do the right thing, Pete.
Do the right thing.
So that\'s how it started.
It\'s not a whoop, if you want, but a loud noise.
My hips imply my consciousness, like a fire that burns slowly, and eventually turns my right leg into a blowtorch of sorts.
Many moons have passed and things are getting worse and worse until my fear of the prospect of surgery is overcome by such intense pain that it narrows the boundaries of my life to the distance between life --
Room and toilet.
Even the most moderate exercise
Walk in the park, say
I was shut down and I had no ability to walk or anything else.
I became methodical and inert like a stone, and my family was getting more and more worried about me.
Soon, even sitting on the sofa reading a book is unbearable.
I don\'t need any further effort in my pain.
It has become an independent entity, its own master.
It was tired to climb up the bed, but the sleep was reluctant, and then it was trimmed and illuminated by the dream of blood --
The splashed torture room was nailed into the nails in the disaster area, and the demons and dragons danced around the fire.
The body I used to rely on to support myself and move on has become a devil clock --
The weather, it does not make a jingle, but an urgent, ongoing and confusing pain. It’s hip-
My friend, do a replacement surgery for you.
My fear of surgery
Just like I was afraid of being found physically wanting
Not for fear of discomfort, or even for bad inconvenience caused by being handcuffed together in the hospital --
But due to the evil expectation of being opened!
It was violated, torn into pieces, and violated.
When my father repaired the aorta of the ulcer, I thought about it and almost fainted.
Hip replacement surgery is not like a pot or tooth extraction--
This surgery requires a violent removal of such a basic, so deeply rooted and tight part of my skeletal structure, and it\'s becoming more and more important to me because it has a lynching, it can prevent some huge yore wooden boats from falling down in the soaring sails around. No no—
This is not possible.
The horror of the operation itself-
Weighed my poor fear of Rust
But it\'s only been a while.
The idea of being operated-
Be . . . . . . Open it! . . .
Enough for my meat to crawl, but not too long.
For the rest of my days, the crawling meat is better than the spray light I used to have on my hips.
I argued with people I\'m not too surprised that any surgery is invasiveout self--
But the way this invasion seems hopeless.
In addition to the instruments related to horror movies, how do you remove bones from the human body?
It\'s not just nosepoked-through-the-
This is the Texas Chainsaw Massacre!
Best surgery to remove my eyeballs or tongue!
Well, maybe not, but the distorted logic of my fear took me there.
What about my ability to walk?
All of a sudden, as I hobbled away, after I finally got someone and set the date of the operation, almost all the people I knew started to move forward, tell me about their own hip replacement, their private surgery, back surgery, knee replacement, shoulder surgery-
So many wounded soldiers climbed out of the wood.
My brother is no exception. in-
Ethan banks! --
I seem to live on the land of a robot, the land of a Six Million dollar man, and I am alone as complete as the day I was born.
\"Oh, don\'t be such a baby,\" said my own sweet mother, who hasn\'t had one or even two in the last 20 years, but had four hip replacement surgeries. Four!
It\'s not bad for a woman who was born with only two hips.
\"It\'s a routine in this era, Peter.
\"I know,\" I sighed with a sullen sigh.
\"I don\'t need to be convinced.
\"Then why hesitate?
One minute, you\'re in pain, one minute. ” “Yes ma! I know!
\"I just wanted to explain how routine this is.
Very little pain and great relief!
\"It\'s not the pain I worry about. ” “What then? ” “It’s—
This is the concept. -
Was opened, was . . . . . . \"Ach, of course, you are stupid, Peter.
I ate four for God\'s sake. four! Imagine that!
If your mom . . . . . . Your poor mother . . . . . . \"enough!
You know, you\'re not a poster kid for hip replacement.
If there is one, you are the poster child for a hip replacement failure.
Hips are important. Critical!
Moving is the most important thing to define what the human body does!
I said, it\'s better to die than to jump off a leg, \"I said with a smile, and I\'m very sorry for myself.
\"I will never climb the mountain again.
\"Four hip replacements, Peter. four!
\"Mom . . . . . . I just want to leave the box.
\"What is the forbidden entry zone? ” “I’m in it!
\"Oh, son, don\'t pretend to be silly again.
It\'s not for you.
Then came the day of surgery.
It\'s strange that I\'m not afraid.
The night before (as directed)
I pulled my right leg to my hip, some foul.
Smelled the smell of the medicinal soap, then limped to bed on the ground, thinking that the bones were cracked, the blood bubbling in my meditation, like the strange sisters of Macbeth.
The doctor said my body was good, my heart was strong, my blood pressure and everything else was goodtop.
He assured me that only 5% of the \"recipients\" died on the tablet, usually with a heart attack or a cerebral aneurysm.
I am a good prospect in the process, he said, even if I think 5% represents a person who is not successful in 20 people.
What if the guy I was before was the 19 th, Hay?
Maybe fate, more importantly, needs you to take a number, just like it was at the butcher\'s.
I don\'t know what my number is, but I\'m getting more and more worried --
Whatever that is-
My number is up.
At the hospital, I was instructed to take off my clothes and put on a blue tent --
Like a dress, tied to the back with a hose attachment --
Like an astronaut! —
It blows a warm air on the dress and expands a little (
In a funny atmosphere
The way to get together, so I\'m like Tweedledum, or one of those tall, wobbly subway people you see in the parking lot. )
I took out two books I put in my gym bag, and changed clothes ---
Joyce\'s Ulysses and Wallace\'s Infinite joke-
The latter is selected to wait for the clock.
You might think that this is a strange choice of reading material, but previous experience tells me that hard reading like this will absorb all my attention, just like gauze absorbing from broken limbs
Of course, neither of these books was finished very quickly, so if my recovery lasted for a few weeks or even months, the continuity of the whole terrible ordeal was guaranteed, page turning of each page.
It is eagerly hoped that a forced regime like recovering from a terrible disaster will focus my attention elsewhere.
I came to the third page of the infinite joke, waiting for the unpleasant start, and even after I was taken to the recovery room, I didn\'t say a word more.
When I wait on the slate for my turn, the first person to come to see me is a kind of person
Straight out of the mountain from Swift, a buffalo in a white bush, with black hair, black and black like Samoan, or a Huns who proved to be my anesthesia teacher, who told him to say hello to every new tent?
When he or she is sitting there and drifting away, it is full of wind.
That morning, before breakfast, he made a sad joke that three previous themes had been discussed, and when I didn\'t smile, he explained in so many words (
Samoan or Huns might apologize as I imagined)
He tried to make me feel at ease.
Next up is my surgeon, my name is Dr. Dan, because his last name is almost-
In the case of non-pronounceable, as small as his sumo wrestler wrest hand anesthetist, with a long body and a good temper, it really made me relaxed.
Why are these surgeons so happy? Dr.
Dan seemed to send out an excited expectation, happily rubbing his hands as if he couldn\'t wait to tear me apart like a Thanksgiving turkey, see what\'s inside and fix it.
I told him very seriously that I wanted him to bring his \"A\" game to the ball park where he had A good laugh and he was sure he did, \", i\'m going to have lunch before we go to work for you.
I\'ll be back in half an hour. ” “Go! Eat! ” I laughed.
\"You need your strength.
\"The surgical theater itself, where I was pushed behind the doctor
Dan finished lunch.
The operation is scheduled at 12.
45, sure enough, on time-
Not very comfortable, huh-
The organized surgery you saw in Medical
Theme TV program
More than half the size and height.
The court gymnasium, illuminated by the terrible fluorescent tubes on it, is filled with mirrors, sinks, surgical equipment trays, machines of large and small sizes, and cartons of countless sizes. I thought it was all spare parts, I ordered a copy of la Wile.
Coyotes from Acme
Wait for the day they can make good use of it.
Body spare parts? Feet? Limbs? Livers? Testicles?
Another picture that comes to mind is a garage, a dirty garage --lot chop-
A store like you may take your old jalopy for repair.
The only thing missing is a pneumatic car.
The smell of elevator and axle grease, not (to my horror)
There was a partially squeezed crimson stain on the floor and it wasn\'t until later that I was told it was iodine, not blood.
Is it too late to give up this unfortunate adventure abandoned by God?
Obviously, like Dr. Dan—
It looks very anti-corrosion. He may have just climbed out of the autoclave.
Announce to seven or eight waiters, nurses and other interested onlookers in the same uniform that this is Peter Fleming they are about to tear up and what they will do once I perform well
What would they do to my hips?
Hip Doctor with legs.
Dan marked it with a black \"X\" before. no fool he! )
I\'m excited though.
I couldn\'t help but notice a delicate young woman, her bulging clothes and the face of the plexiglass --
The mask could not hide her features from the eyes I appreciated, all the striking curves and dazzling outlines.
She left me a friendly smile, and even in the most painful cases, she knew better than most pig people what she was.
My Samoan overlord ordered me to sit up, and then he wiped my little back with something wet and ice --
Cold, explain that I was the first one to receive an injection outside the spine. -
Just like pregnant women get! --
This marks the slightest sting at the bottom of my spine, where the cold swab is ready for this site.
I was then instructed to lie down on my left side, while the nurse and waiter were heavily armed around me, and my mouth and nose were caught in a transparent plastic mask, it made me fall asleep in a surprisingly fast, comfortable way, just like I was wrapped in a candy line, and the nurse gently shook the forgotten with beautiful eyes and magical door rings.
As usual, in the case of surgery, I woke up almost immediately, and if groggy, even if two hours passed, the passage of time had lost its relevance to the gas advantage, with the doctor. Dan’s blue-
Entourage in clean tentsup mode.
Where am I, what do I have to feel so good about, Hay? Oh, right. The surgery.
Who would have thought it was so easy?
Even pleasant.
It was enjoyable almost in the sense of porn, so I was numb below my waist.
A week ago, thirty others and I
The Op pleading was ordered by another beautiful nurse to attend the lecture, and the hospital seemed to have unlimited supply, a hospital in street clothes, to prepare for our surgery.
She provides a list of things to do and not to do.
When bending down to sit down, the terrible 90 degree rule will not be broken so as not to explode the titanium implant, just like the little clarby lizard in Alien.
Because we are afraid of the same result, we will not cross our legs in any case.
The infection of the implant may lead to fever, loss of direction, temporary loss of memory, and even hallucination.
We are assured that this will not last long.
Next, we were warned not to drive for at least six weeks and not to swim until the surgeon said it was OK.
On this sexy young disaster
Prevention experts detail many ways in which the replaced joints can be broken down (or explode out)
The logical conclusion is that, for at least six weeks, lie still and avoid breathing too deep, because even the smallest movement is full of potential disasters.
After the surgery, in the recovery room, I was in between the intense joy and the massive chaos --
There is no point in time,
Good side)
My brain feels like it\'s still wrapped in marshmallow.
I\'m in the post-
As a nurse (another beauty)
Call it later, but no matter what you call it, I can always wander inside.
It\'s like floating on a soft petal bed, superimposed on a cube space, and its colors splash and vibrate around like those back petals
Modernist painting, Jackson Pollock or Robert Lawson, a beautiful space as if the peace of mind could be refined into a more pure and sweet form.
Time is not static, but time and space.
We believe that it is an undisputed reality, and it has been distorted into a state of being that is less abstract and more pleasant --
I can smell, feel and appreciate this state on thousands of levels and I can\'t understand or describe it.
At some point, I realized again that I had occupied a body that was rolling over another corridor, although I was not sure it was a corridor in the hospital.
Then the light went out, the next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital room, surrounded by machines, and in the dark a cotton curtain separated me from the bed next to me.
My hips start to sting.
That\'s why I\'m walking around, I think.
Oh, my God. let\'s get started, I think. Round two.
Then I heard a painful groan from the bed behind the curtain.
It was a surprise.
\"Is anyone there?
Panting voice: \"Do you mind . . . . . . Call the nurse ? \"? ” “Sure.
I pressed the red call button next to it.
\"I thought I was here alone.
\"They moved me a while ago. ” “Ah.
We introduce ourselves through the curtain in the middle.
\"Danny Nightingale,\" I thought.
\"There is a Canadian climber named this.
\"That\'s me,\" Danny flinch rather uncomfortably.
\"Are you Danny Nightingale?
\"You have heard of me,\" said Nightingale.
\"Climbing is not a very popular sport.
\"Is this how you hit your ass ? \"
Climbing mountains?
It made him laugh, and then he made a face.
\"Sadly, I hit my knee, not on the mountain.
I climbed Mount Kilimanjaro effortlessly.
It was injured in hockey.
I coached the Little League at Grimsby, where my parents live. “Wow,” said I. “Bad luck. ” “And how.
\"Just then, the night nurse came in, a beautiful thing, no more than 5 feet tall, but in good shape, checked both of us.
When she came to the side of my curtain, she checked the watch and gave me a bit of a pain --
Killer, although I didn\'t ask for them, measured my body temperature and then recorded the movements on the clip board above my head.
She gave me a fresh glass of ice.
Water, instead of a copy of my infinite joke the cup that was barely touched on the sideboard next to me.
As soon as she walked out of the room, I whispered through the curtains, \"Are you all right? We can talk? ” “Sure.
\"Are you climbing this year? ” “Oh yes. Sure.
In the summer, when it was cold, we climbed up Lhotse. “ “Lhotse! ” I said.
Lhotse is located in the Himalayas, where climbers like the cold and dark, so the ice sheet freezes in the solid.
It reminds me of something.
A year ago, I read that Richard Stanton, another Canadian and Nightingale\'s mountaineering partner, was killed while climbing the Himalayas.
I \'d love to hear what Danny thinks, but I don\'t want to ask.
Maybe it\'s too early.
Like losing a brother.
A very personal thing.
The room we lay in was dark and cold with countless soft buzz, beeps and regular clicking from somewhere behind me.
My arm was itchy and there was an intravenous needle injected under the skin that filled me with what God knew.
As we speak, I can hear Danny\'s steady breath and I can hear the clicking of the ice as he sips his drink.
My hips are a bit beating but not too bad.
It seems to be a very peaceful night with the least amount of noise and noise associated with your hospital.
An invisible fan stirred the air, sending out a scent.
Maybe this is the flower.
I\'m trying to find a more comfortable location, but it\'s hard to move around even if it\'s just to be comfortable in bed.
I don\'t have any strength on my right leg. zero.
I don\'t expect the discomfort of a sleepless night.
Better conversation.
I asked Danny how his partner died.
\"The newspaper reported that Rick was killed in three camps in Camp 4, Annapurna.
I don\'t know why.
I didn\'t tell anyone.
I think his family did that, so at least they could say that he was killed on the hill, but the fact is that we didn\'t even get to the base camp in Annapurna.
Rick was killed in smoothies in the valley between Annapurna IV and Everest.
\"Khumbu Icefall. \"That\'s right. You climb? \"It\'s in the local area.
I did a lot of downhill skiing when I was a kid. ” “Me too. Anyway—
The local Tibetans warned us that it was very late in the Ice Town --
The Kathmandu authorities even banned it.
Go to the area, but Rick didn\'t.
This is not the way soldiers are.
So we tied ourselves together.
The whole team, Sherpa.
After our ladder went through the ice
It was at about two in the morning when it was as cold as the weather at night.
Rick is coming back for the third loading when a large piece of ice breaks and moves ---
A block as big as a house. -
Hit him off the ladder.
The whole damn ladder is half bent, before we pull Ricky
The boy made it clear that the broken block slid to the crack and crushed him. ” “Jesus!
\"We can\'t beat him --no-one could—
He was buried in the ice 20 feet deep. -
That\'s why his family said it was irresponsible for him to die on the mountain.
Just in case someone goes to him.
\"Does it look possible?
\"He came from a wealthy family.
What is coming is a reward.
The rest of us almost have to continue.
We have a task.
No, Rick. I\'m in the Canary seat. “ “The what? Danny smiled.
\"Seat of Canary.
The position of the CEO at the board meeting, do you know?
At the billionaire club?
People who have to make tough decisions, tough calls.
If something goes wrong, the poor bastard will take responsibility.
Seat of Canary
\"So what about the decision to leave Rick? ” “Was mine. Sure.
But what happened to Ricky?
Crushed in the refrigerator?
You can\'t die more than this.
\"No, I don\'t think so.
\"At least he did not suffer. I hope.
In addition, we are looking for mysterious gardens here.
\"The mysterious garden. ” “Sure. Danny smiled. “Oh come on!
You\'re a climber.
I think every serious climber knows the story.
That\'s why my grandfather funded the expedition.
He had a 19th-century cardboard pallet display on the Garden, written by a high priest named the closed order of the Golden Dawn. Danny snorted.
\"A cult full of 19th-century, but crazy serious-wigs.
Both William Butler Yates and Darwin were members of the group. Crowley.
\"Alister Crawley?
Crawley himself is a famous mountaineer and a satanic and pornographic writer.
The mysterious garden business seems to be in his alley. “Sure.
The document describes an alien colony, creating a paradise-like wonderland in the Himalayas in this least friendly place-
No one will find it.
Before the mountains begin to attract the interest of serious climbers, no one with a normal mind will go there.
This is a powerful-
They can observe us without finding out.
They are . . . . . . Aliens? ” “Exactly.
\"Do you believe it?
Danny thought about it and paused.
\"There is enough evidence, you can say.
Enough evidence to interest me. ” “I see.
You can do these expensive adventures with your grandfather\'s dime for confirmation. Danny smiled.
\"It\'s true,\" he said, \"but there\'s a lot more! Aliens, Peter! Just imagine!
Some call them climbers of fire and wonder.
Pay more attention to religious beliefs.
It is said that the earliest believers believed that they were angels, you know, real angels, wings and rings, and so on.
Master of God\'s heaven. Islamic houri—
Those virgins who have no soul and sexy are the rewards of the fallen martyrs.
This is absurd, of course.
\"Of course,\" I said.
\"Obviously, what we see here is . . . . . . Aliens. Of some sort.
Come down and give our planet a good one.
\"You really haven\'t heard the story?
\"No, I think, I really don\'t, because there is no such story to listen to, let alone believe it.
However, this does not discourage Danny from telling it with a passion like his rebirth, and it is this strange revelation that puts him on the path of redemption, eternal happiness
It was very interesting to hear him chatter about his alien-infested mountains, but I also had some people starting to worry and even be shocked.
We were all warned before the game.
The op workshop of the previous week, in all other potential dangers of surgery, the side effects of surgery that an artificial joint infection may cause may be fever, mental trance, loss of memory, and even hallucination. Hallucinations!
This stranger in my bed
Did he say who he was? —
The man who just changed his knee and his accelerating break
Like a mentally ill man who has just sailed on a good boat lollipop, chatter from the far land of the rubber room, candy-
Rainbow and pink elephant.
As he moves on behind the magic curtain, this is certainly something to consider.
Is he in danger? Probably not.
Is he right? How to tell?
The grandfather he mentioned was the infamous Freddy Nightingale, and even I have heard that he is one of the richest businessmen in Canada and a jerk, so the story is like this, the ratio between galaxies
Ten years ago, Freddie and his cronies tried to dominate the silver market.
The massive, unscrupulous greed has cost Freddie $40 million of his hard-earned money, not to mention what other investors have lost.
Among them, they wasted enough money to prove that there was a major report in the financial department of every news media in the world --
Maybe even on alien land!
This is Freddy\'s reputation for representing the family --
He lost enough money alone to make many people millionaires.
Of course, Danny\'s mountaineering is to honor his territory, and Florence, the lady of lights, is certainly the place for them --but Freddie?
Talk about being a poster kid for failure!
At least, the old fool escaped a prison sentence, and many of his associates could not escape. it may be in the mountains of the astronaut\'s house, covering with his ridiculous ally.
As Danny continues to tell his fantasy story, what else can I do besides lying down and enjoying the show?
In the 19 th century, Danny\'s grandfather and financial donors received parchment, describing a place that could not exist in the Himalayas or anywhere else, unless it was in ancient Japan, or in the imagination and those who study and love its history. Shangri-
La is perched on one of the fifty creeks over 7,000 m?
Swift\'s floating island Laputa is located between Islamabad and Bhutan, at the highest place in the death zone Kara Patal, so the little greens in Freddy can fly --
Is it a helicopter or 747 from the clouds?
It\'s a stupid, crazy fabrication but I don\'t want to shut it down
A lot of what Danny said touched my heartstrings as if he was reading my thoughts and knew what I knew and liked what I liked.
He said earnestly that there seems to be nothing more obvious than this, which is a microcosm of peace in the mountains, just like kam Cang or the ancient Japanese garden of the Edo era
The Great Garden of ancient wood, Moss and stone, trees and flowers, designed to imply the infinite fragile but eternal nature of the material world, the garden that can capture the spiritual essence in stone lanterns, beach trails and Lily
Pond, alive with the golden nichiki
Goi moved quietly in the green water, the whole process is shaped by the sweet and cool breeze under the willow trees, Japanese birch trees, mangrove lush green branches, and the streams flow happily from the mountains, the falls cast a mist over the purple magnolia trees, countless flowers and evergreen trees, providing a shade for the pagoda and tea --
The house, the sacred ceremony which they extract from eternity, spins around the warrior of the divine path and Whispers (
Or with their Angels)
And other saints who meditate in the quiet morning, while the sun rises behind the mountains.
My concerns in the endpanic, really—
I got better me and I called the nurse by pressing the call button.
This guy has a loose screw in his head.
In my mind, I don\'t want to think about what started clicking.
It\'s been six weeks since my hip replacement surgery, and I suspect it took me about that long to convince myself that I had an illusion, not the ghost in Danny Nightingale\'s machine that I invented.
Even now, when I walk through my own vague garden in the rain, I don\'t fully believe that I am surprised by this most important novelty --
Painless land
Of course, I know that Danny really exists and I didn\'t make him up, and from the News of the day, I also know the story of his infamous grandfather.
After reflection, I was barely familiar with anything throughout the ordeal.
It turns out that the last person in the ward who slept in the \"Danny\" bed was an old woman named Glenda Eisenstein who had a much smoother hip replacement than my own. Ms.
Eisenstein was discharged and the hospital staff informed me the day before I arrived, which surprised me very much until I arrived and the room was empty.
Just two days later, I was scheduled to leave the hospital, but with a group of psychiatrists, social workers, nurses and, of course, less cheerful doctors, I was kept for five days.
Dan gave me a look.
The cat took a fresh look at me and scanned me if I had hacked bugs or rogue bone fragments and kept trying to convince me that it took me the whole day --
The day I had surgery-
Alone, beat me with some of the stupidest questions I \'ve ever been asked straight away.
The little nurse with busy traffic
Stop the Mimi (
She went to night school so she could work in psychiatry)
Sent to ask them-
It\'s a good choice because as time goes by, I\'m becoming more and more impatient with the whole nasty ordeal.
She smiled at me in a very delicate manner and asked, \"Can you tell me your full name?
What about your date of birth?
\"Are you kidding?
\"Full name and-“ I told her. “Very good, Mr. Fleming.
Can you tell me where you are? ” I laughed.
\"I\'m in the hospital,\" I replied.
\"I am at Juravinski Hospital,\" I further clarified in order to receive additional brownie points.
\"I have had hip replacement surgery . . . . . . Complications.
\"Do you understand the nature of the complications? ” “I do now.
\"Do you feel good now ? \"
Besides the program?
\"I feel good about the procedure.
\"It was a few weeks ago, but the day I found myself not thinking of what happened to me was rare.
I studied Danny Nightingale and found out that his parents did live in Grimsby.
There was no unfortunate news when coaching hockey, but it was reported that his mountaineering partner Richard Stanton was killed by an avalanche on Route 4 of Annapurna.
Fred Nightingale, I don\'t need research.
Any Canadian who deserves his salt knows the name of the man.
It\'s not surprising that I didn\'t find evidence.
Whether it\'s true or rumored
In support of Danny\'s claim that there are aliens in the Himalayas, but I was surprised to find that in the 19 th century there was indeed a closed order of worship called \"Golden Dawn \", there is also a cult called allist Crawley, a climber of the world\'s mountains, who was a member of the organization and an international cheerleader.
Will miracles never stop?
Over time my hips feel better and my legs are stronger.
This is as good as any other measure of the passage of time.
The vividness of my experience also seems to be stronger every day. Many people—
Medical professionals and others-
I told me that what happened was not real, it was the fiction I imagined, it was the illusion of surgical trauma.
I have nothing to say.
I know what I\'m going through, and while I can\'t say why, it comforts me to know that it\'s gone the way it is.
Instead of living my life like Glenda Eisenstein or my mother, in quiet comfort, only their multiple surgeries to measure their progress in the passage of time, I admire even more Danny\'s rock climbing partner, Richard Stanton, for his fate --
Do what he likes best.
Maybe it\'s not too late to follow in his footsteps as my hips are on the road to recovery.
At the dawn of the new day, there are mountains to climb, and the pagoda to meditate below.
Life is Beautiful only when the risk of death is real.
So, it\'s better to move on, take your chance and face the mystery of creation.
You never know what you will find.
Peter Fleming was born in Northern Ireland and educated in Southern Ontario.
He is the author of an Irish story and other stories.
At the age of 19, I started the second and last difficult leak from the top of the ski track ---
In this case, Chedoke\'s senior Hill-
A balletic bunched down from the killing area of wolves and black ice, spinning my legs --
First enter the rusty hardcore, which is part of the perimeter of the Frost fence that stretches out of the snow to prevent skiers and other break-ins from entering.
However, this kind of warning is not the way the warrior --
Life was an adventure when you were 19 years old, and many signs showed that there was no skiing and it didn\'t stop me from the side --
The path that came down from the mountain, trimmed for 20 minutes from my way to the club, where I could buy an elevator
Ticket for my thermos and refill.
When I stopped rolling, my right leg was numb below my knee and there was a change in the club --
Room, a little red when I took off my boots-
The head boy in the Boston brown bear jersey was panting, his face was white, and he also urinated.
\"It happened miraculously,\" My doctor frowned, and he was tired of counting the way I almost committed suicide over the years, \"and the leg was not broken.
Philip had a broken bone, but the actor couldn\'t help.
Peter, if you can relax yourself for a while, it\'s only time to heal it all.
But remember my words.
It\'s a hurt that will come back to haunt you one day.
So the medicine man of the tribe spoke like this, shaking his totem, though it was thirty years before the prophecy began to come true.
The sting of my hip started at some point and was so weak at first that it was not noticed and then slowly made its presence feel rather than pleasant.
Then there\'s a wet honey.
Huang Jinri: \"Peter, what\'s wrong with the leg?
This is from my brother. in-
As we stroll through the Thirsty Cactus, Ethan banks.
\"Old war injuries?
What do you mean, Hay? Was I limping?
Does that little pain remind the outside world that my health is beyond doubt?
Oh, hell, I\'m limping.
Its limp has deteriorated because of such a small increment and has not been registered until now.
I remember the serious leak I had in Chedoke years ago, and the Dr.
Miller said about it.
My Wayward hip for a long time
The coalition forces have been gathering its dark forces and are ready to launch an attack that even the outside world has to comment on as my sister\'s husband.
\"You are dear,\" added my sister Rosemary, who frowned with great care and her eyes stood out like a ball --and-
My hip Nest came out of my skin.
\"You\'re lame!
\"It\'s like a crazy chipmunk biting that thing.
\"Good Eth.
\"My friend, this is a hip replacement surgery for you.
You\'re in the Canary seat now.
The time has come for difficult decisions.
Do the right thing, Pete.
Do the right thing.
So that\'s how it started.
It\'s not a whoop, if you want, but a loud noise.
My hips imply my consciousness, like a fire that burns slowly, and eventually turns my right leg into a blowtorch of sorts.
Many moons have passed and things are getting worse and worse until my fear of the prospect of surgery is overcome by such intense pain that it narrows the boundaries of my life to the distance between life --
Room and toilet.
Even the most moderate exercise
Walk in the park, say
I was shut down and I had no ability to walk or anything else.
I became methodical and inert like a stone, and my family was getting more and more worried about me.
Soon, even sitting on the sofa reading a book is unbearable.
I don\'t need any further effort in my pain.
It has become an independent entity, its own master.
It was tired to climb up the bed, but the sleep was reluctant, and then it was trimmed and illuminated by the dream of blood --
The splashed torture room was nailed into the nails in the disaster area, and the demons and dragons danced around the fire.
The body I used to rely on to support myself and move on has become a devil clock --
The weather, it does not make a jingle, but an urgent, ongoing and confusing pain. It’s hip-
My friend, do a replacement surgery for you.
My fear of surgery
Just like I was afraid of being found physically wanting
Not for fear of discomfort, or even for bad inconvenience caused by being handcuffed together in the hospital --
But due to the evil expectation of being opened!
It was violated, torn into pieces, and violated.
When my father repaired the aorta of the ulcer, I thought about it and almost fainted.
Hip replacement surgery is not like a pot or tooth extraction--
This surgery requires a violent removal of such a basic, so deeply rooted and tight part of my skeletal structure, and it\'s becoming more and more important to me because it has a lynching, it can prevent some huge yore wooden boats from falling down in the soaring sails around. No no—
This is not possible.
The horror of the operation itself-
Weighed my poor fear of Rust
But it\'s only been a while.
The idea of being operated-
Be . . . . . . Open it! . . .
Enough for my meat to crawl, but not too long.
For the rest of my days, the crawling meat is better than the spray light I used to have on my hips.
I argued with people I\'m not too surprised that any surgery is invasiveout self--
But the way this invasion seems hopeless.
In addition to the instruments related to horror movies, how do you remove bones from the human body?
It\'s not just nosepoked-through-the-
This is the Texas Chainsaw Massacre!
Best surgery to remove my eyeballs or tongue!
Well, maybe not, but the distorted logic of my fear took me there.
What about my ability to walk?
All of a sudden, as I hobbled away, after I finally got someone and set the date of the operation, almost all the people I knew started to move forward, tell me about their own hip replacement, their private surgery, back surgery, knee replacement, shoulder surgery-
So many wounded soldiers climbed out of the wood.
My brother is no exception. in-
Ethan banks! --
I seem to live on the land of a robot, the land of a Six Million dollar man, and I am alone as complete as the day I was born.
\"Oh, don\'t be such a baby,\" said my own sweet mother, who hasn\'t had one or even two in the last 20 years, but had four hip replacement surgeries. Four!
It\'s not bad for a woman who was born with only two hips.
\"It\'s a routine in this era, Peter.
\"I know,\" I sighed with a sullen sigh.
\"I don\'t need to be convinced.
\"Then why hesitate?
One minute, you\'re in pain, one minute. ” “Yes ma! I know!
\"I just wanted to explain how routine this is.
Very little pain and great relief!
\"It\'s not the pain I worry about. ” “What then? ” “It’s—
This is the concept. -
Was opened, was . . . . . . \"Ach, of course, you are stupid, Peter.
I ate four for God\'s sake. four! Imagine that!
If your mom . . . . . . Your poor mother . . . . . . \"enough!
You know, you\'re not a poster kid for hip replacement.
If there is one, you are the poster child for a hip replacement failure.
Hips are important. Critical!
Moving is the most important thing to define what the human body does!
I said, it\'s better to die than to jump off a leg, \"I said with a smile, and I\'m very sorry for myself.
\"I will never climb the mountain again.
\"Four hip replacements, Peter. four!
\"Mom . . . . . . I just want to leave the box.
\"What is the forbidden entry zone? ” “I’m in it!
\"Oh, son, don\'t pretend to be silly again.
It\'s not for you.
Then came the day of surgery.
It\'s strange that I\'m not afraid.
The night before (as directed)
I pulled my right leg to my hip, some foul.
Smelled the smell of the medicinal soap, then limped to bed on the ground, thinking that the bones were cracked, the blood bubbling in my meditation, like the strange sisters of Macbeth.
The doctor said my body was good, my heart was strong, my blood pressure and everything else was goodtop.
He assured me that only 5% of the \"recipients\" died on the tablet, usually with a heart attack or a cerebral aneurysm.
I am a good prospect in the process, he said, even if I think 5% represents a person who is not successful in 20 people.
What if the guy I was before was the 19 th, Hay?
Maybe fate, more importantly, needs you to take a number, just like it was at the butcher\'s.
I don\'t know what my number is, but I\'m getting more and more worried --
Whatever that is-
My number is up.
At the hospital, I was instructed to take off my clothes and put on a blue tent --
Like a dress, tied to the back with a hose attachment --
Like an astronaut! —
It blows a warm air on the dress and expands a little (
In a funny atmosphere
The way to get together, so I\'m like Tweedledum, or one of those tall, wobbly subway people you see in the parking lot. )
I took out two books I put in my gym bag, and changed clothes ---
Joyce\'s Ulysses and Wallace\'s Infinite joke-
The latter is selected to wait for the clock.
You might think that this is a strange choice of reading material, but previous experience tells me that hard reading like this will absorb all my attention, just like gauze absorbing from broken limbs
Of course, neither of these books was finished very quickly, so if my recovery lasted for a few weeks or even months, the continuity of the whole terrible ordeal was guaranteed, page turning of each page.
It is eagerly hoped that a forced regime like recovering from a terrible disaster will focus my attention elsewhere.
I came to the third page of the infinite joke, waiting for the unpleasant start, and even after I was taken to the recovery room, I didn\'t say a word more.
When I wait on the slate for my turn, the first person to come to see me is a kind of person
Straight out of the mountain from Swift, a buffalo in a white bush, with black hair, black and black like Samoan, or a Huns who proved to be my anesthesia teacher, who told him to say hello to every new tent?
When he or she is sitting there and drifting away, it is full of wind.
That morning, before breakfast, he made a sad joke that three previous themes had been discussed, and when I didn\'t smile, he explained in so many words (
Samoan or Huns might apologize as I imagined)
He tried to make me feel at ease.
Next up is my surgeon, my name is Dr. Dan, because his last name is almost-
In the case of non-pronounceable, as small as his sumo wrestler wrest hand anesthetist, with a long body and a good temper, it really made me relaxed.
Why are these surgeons so happy? Dr.
Dan seemed to send out an excited expectation, happily rubbing his hands as if he couldn\'t wait to tear me apart like a Thanksgiving turkey, see what\'s inside and fix it.
I told him very seriously that I wanted him to bring his \"A\" game to the ball park where he had A good laugh and he was sure he did, \", i\'m going to have lunch before we go to work for you.
I\'ll be back in half an hour. ” “Go! Eat! ” I laughed.
\"You need your strength.
\"The surgical theater itself, where I was pushed behind the doctor
Dan finished lunch.
The operation is scheduled at 12.
45, sure enough, on time-
Not very comfortable, huh-
The organized surgery you saw in Medical
Theme TV program
More than half the size and height.
The court gymnasium, illuminated by the terrible fluorescent tubes on it, is filled with mirrors, sinks, surgical equipment trays, machines of large and small sizes, and cartons of countless sizes. I thought it was all spare parts, I ordered a copy of la Wile.
Coyotes from Acme
Wait for the day they can make good use of it.
Body spare parts? Feet? Limbs? Livers? Testicles?
Another picture that comes to mind is a garage, a dirty garage --lot chop-
A store like you may take your old jalopy for repair.
The only thing missing is a pneumatic car.
The smell of elevator and axle grease, not (to my horror)
There was a partially squeezed crimson stain on the floor and it wasn\'t until later that I was told it was iodine, not blood.
Is it too late to give up this unfortunate adventure abandoned by God?
Obviously, like Dr. Dan—
It looks very anti-corrosion. He may have just climbed out of the autoclave.
Announce to seven or eight waiters, nurses and other interested onlookers in the same uniform that this is Peter Fleming they are about to tear up and what they will do once I perform well
What would they do to my hips?
Hip Doctor with legs.
Dan marked it with a black \"X\" before. no fool he! )
I\'m excited though.
I couldn\'t help but notice a delicate young woman, her bulging clothes and the face of the plexiglass --
The mask could not hide her features from the eyes I appreciated, all the striking curves and dazzling outlines.
She left me a friendly smile, and even in the most painful cases, she knew better than most pig people what she was.
My Samoan overlord ordered me to sit up, and then he wiped my little back with something wet and ice --
Cold, explain that I was the first one to receive an injection outside the spine. -
Just like pregnant women get! --
This marks the slightest sting at the bottom of my spine, where the cold swab is ready for this site.
I was then instructed to lie down on my left side, while the nurse and waiter were heavily armed around me, and my mouth and nose were caught in a transparent plastic mask, it made me fall asleep in a surprisingly fast, comfortable way, just like I was wrapped in a candy line, and the nurse gently shook the forgotten with beautiful eyes and magical door rings.
As usual, in the case of surgery, I woke up almost immediately, and if groggy, even if two hours passed, the passage of time had lost its relevance to the cardboard packaging box advantage, with the doctor. Dan’s blue-
Entourage in clean tentsup mode.
Where am I, what do I have to feel so good about, Hay? Oh, right. The surgery.
Who would have thought it was so easy?
Even pleasant.
It was enjoyable almost in the sense of porn, so I was numb below my waist.
A week ago, thirty others and I
The Op pleading was ordered by another beautiful nurse to attend the lecture, and the hospital seemed to have unlimited supply, a hospital in street clothes, to prepare for our surgery.
She provides a list of things to do and not to do.
When bending down to sit down, the terrible 90 degree rule will not be broken so as not to explode the titanium implant, just like the little clarby lizard in Alien.
Because we are afraid of the same result, we will not cross our legs in any case.
The infection of the implant may lead to fever, loss of direction, temporary loss of memory, and even hallucination.
We are assured that this will not last long.
Next, we were warned not to drive for at least six weeks and not to swim until the surgeon said it was OK.
On this sexy young disaster
Prevention experts detail many ways in which the replaced joints can be broken down (or explode out)
The logical conclusion is that, for at least six weeks, lie still and avoid breathing too deep, because even the smallest movement is full of potential disasters.
After the surgery, in the recovery room, I was in between the intense joy and the massive chaos --
There is no point in time,
Good side)
My brain feels like it\'s still wrapped in marshmallow.
I\'m in the post-
As a nurse (another beauty)
Call it later, but no matter what you call it, I can always wander inside.
It\'s like floating on a soft petal bed, superimposed on a cube space, and its colors splash and vibrate around like those back petals
Modernist painting, Jackson Pollock or Robert Lawson, a beautiful space as if the peace of mind could be refined into a more pure and sweet form.
Time is not static, but time and space.
We believe that it is an undisputed reality, and it has been distorted into a state of being that is less abstract and more pleasant --
I can smell, feel and appreciate this state on thousands of levels and I can\'t understand or describe it.
At some point, I realized again that I had occupied a body that was rolling over another corridor, although I was not sure it was a corridor in the hospital.
Then the light went out, the next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital room, surrounded by machines, and in the dark a cotton curtain separated me from the bed next to me.
My hips start to sting.
That\'s why I\'m walking around, I think.
Oh, my God. let\'s get started, I think. Round two.
Then I heard a painful groan from the bed behind the curtain.
It was a surprise.
\"Is anyone there?
Panting voice: \"Do you mind . . . . . . Call the nurse ? \"? ” “Sure.
I pressed the red call button next to it.
\"I thought I was here alone.
\"They moved me a while ago. ” “Ah.
We introduce ourselves through the curtain in the middle.
\"Danny Nightingale,\" I thought.
\"There is a Canadian climber named this.
\"That\'s me,\" Danny flinch rather uncomfortably.
\"Are you Danny Nightingale?
\"You have heard of me,\" said Nightingale.
\"Climbing is not a very popular sport.
\"Is this how you hit your ass ? \"
Climbing mountains?
It made him laugh, and then he made a face.
\"Sadly, I hit my knee, not on the mountain.
I climbed Mount Kilimanjaro effortlessly.
It was injured in hockey.
I coached the Little League at Grimsby, where my parents live. “Wow,” said I. “Bad luck. ” “And how.
\"Just then, the night nurse came in, a beautiful thing, no more than 5 feet tall, but in good shape, checked both of us.
When she came to the side of my curtain, she checked the watch and gave me a bit of a pain --
Killer, although I didn\'t ask for them, measured my body temperature and then recorded the movements on the clip board above my head.
She gave me a fresh glass of ice.
Water, instead of a copy of my infinite joke the cup that was barely touched on the sideboard next to me.
As soon as she walked out of the room, I whispered through the curtains, \"Are you all right? We can talk? ” “Sure.
\"Are you climbing this year? ” “Oh yes. Sure.
In the summer, when it was cold, we climbed up Lhotse. “ “Lhotse! ” I said.
Lhotse is located in the Himalayas, where climbers like the cold and dark, so the ice sheet freezes in the solid.
It reminds me of something.
A year ago, I read that Richard Stanton, another Canadian and Nightingale\'s mountaineering partner, was killed while climbing the Himalayas.
I \'d love to hear what Danny thinks, but I don\'t want to ask.
Maybe it\'s too early.
Like losing a brother.
A very personal thing.
The room we lay in was dark and cold with countless soft buzz, beeps and regular clicking from somewhere behind me.
My arm was itchy and there was an intravenous needle injected under the skin that filled me with what God knew.
As we speak, I can hear Danny\'s steady breath and I can hear the clicking of the ice as he sips his drink.
My hips are a bit beating but not too bad.
It seems to be a very peaceful night with the least amount of noise and noise associated with your hospital.
An invisible fan stirred the air, sending out a scent.
Maybe this is the flower.
I\'m trying to find a more comfortable location, but it\'s hard to move around even if it\'s just to be comfortable in bed.
I don\'t have any strength on my right leg. zero.
I don\'t expect the discomfort of a sleepless night.
Better conversation.
I asked Danny how his partner died.
\"The newspaper reported that Rick was killed in three camps in Camp 4, Annapurna.
I don\'t know why.
I didn\'t tell anyone.
I think his family did that, so at least they could say that he was killed on the hill, but the fact is that we didn\'t even get to the base camp in Annapurna.
Rick was killed in smoothies in the valley between Annapurna IV and Everest.
\"Khumbu Icefall. \"That\'s right. You climb? \"It\'s in the local area.
I did a lot of downhill skiing when I was a kid. ” “Me too. Anyway—
The local Tibetans warned us that it was very late in the Ice Town --
The Kathmandu authorities even banned it.
Go to the area, but Rick didn\'t.
This is not the way soldiers are.
So we tied ourselves together.
The whole team, Sherpa.
After our ladder went through the ice
It was at about two in the morning when it was as cold as the weather at night.
Rick is coming back for the third loading when a large piece of ice breaks and moves ---
A block as big as a house. -
Hit him off the ladder.
The whole damn ladder is half bent, before we pull Ricky
The boy made it clear that the broken block slid to the crack and crushed him. ” “Jesus!
\"We can\'t beat him --no-one could—
He was buried in the ice 20 feet deep. -
That\'s why his family said it was irresponsible for him to die on the mountain.
Just in case someone goes to him.
\"Does it look possible?
\"He came from a wealthy family.
What is coming is a reward.
The rest of us almost have to continue.
We have a task.
No, Rick. I\'m in the Canary seat. “ “The what? Danny smiled.
\"Seat of Canary.
The position of the CEO at the board meeting, do you know?
At the billionaire club?
People who have to make tough decisions, tough calls.
If something goes wrong, the poor bastard will take responsibility.
Seat of Canary
\"So what about the decision to leave Rick? ” “Was mine. Sure.
But what happened to Ricky?
Crushed in the refrigerator?
You can\'t die more than this.
\"No, I don\'t think so.
\"At least he did not suffer. I hope.
In addition, we are looking for mysterious gardens here.
\"The mysterious garden. ” “Sure. Danny smiled. “Oh come on!
You\'re a climber.
I think every serious climber knows the story.
That\'s why my grandfather funded the expedition.
He had a 19th-century paper on the Garden, written by a high priest named the closed order of the Golden Dawn. Danny snorted.
\"A cult full of 19th-century, but crazy serious-wigs.
Both William Butler Yates and Darwin were members of the group. Crowley.
\"Alister Crawley?
Crawley himself is a famous mountaineer and a satanic and pornographic writer.
The mysterious garden business seems to be in his alley. “Sure.
The document describes an alien colony, creating a paradise-like wonderland in the Himalayas in this least friendly place-
No one will find it.
Before the mountains begin to attract the interest of serious climbers, no one with a normal mind will go there.
This is a powerful-
They can observe us without finding out.
They are . . . . . . Aliens? ” “Exactly.
\"Do you believe it?
Danny thought about it and paused.
\"There is enough evidence, you can say.
Enough evidence to interest me. ” “I see.
You can do these expensive adventures with your grandfather\'s dime for confirmation. Danny smiled.
\"It\'s true,\" he said, \"but there\'s a lot more! Aliens, Peter! Just imagine!
Some call them climbers of fire and wonder.
Pay more attention to religious beliefs.
It is said that the earliest believers believed that they were angels, you know, real angels, wings and rings, and so on.
Master of God\'s heaven. Islamic houri—
Those virgins who have no soul and sexy are the rewards of the fallen martyrs.
This is absurd, of course.
\"Of course,\" I said.
\"Obviously, what we see here is . . . . . . Aliens. Of some sort.
Come down and give our planet a good one.
\"You really haven\'t heard the story?
\"No, I think, I really don\'t, because there is no such story to listen to, let alone believe it.
However, this does not discourage Danny from telling it with a passion like his rebirth, and it is this strange revelation that puts him on the path of redemption, eternal happiness
It was very interesting to hear him chatter about his alien-infested mountains, but I also had some people starting to worry and even be shocked.
We were all warned before the game.
The op workshop of the previous week, in all other potential dangers of surgery, the side effects of surgery that an artificial joint infection may cause may be fever, mental trance, loss of memory, and even hallucination. Hallucinations!
This stranger in my bed
Did he say who he was? —
The man who just changed his knee and his accelerating break
Like a mentally ill man who has just sailed on a good boat lollipop, chatter from the far land of the rubber room, candy-
Rainbow and pink elephant.
As he moves on behind the magic curtain, this is certainly something to consider.
Is he in danger? Probably not.
Is he right? How to tell?
The grandfather he mentioned was the infamous Freddy Nightingale, and even I have heard that he is one of the richest businessmen in Canada and a jerk, so the story is like this, the ratio between galaxies
Ten years ago, Freddie and his cronies tried to dominate the silver market.
The massive, unscrupulous greed has cost Freddie $40 million of his hard-earned money, not to mention what other investors have lost.
Among them, they wasted enough money to prove that there was a major report in the financial department of every news media in the world --
Maybe even on alien land!
This is Freddy\'s reputation for representing the family --
He lost enough money alone to make many people millionaires.
Of course, Danny\'s mountaineering is to honor his territory, and Florence, the lady of lights, is certainly the place for them --but Freddie?
Talk about being a poster kid for failure!
At least, the old fool escaped a prison sentence, and many of his associates could not escape. it may be in the mountains of the astronaut\'s house, covering with his ridiculous ally.
As Danny continues to tell his fantasy story, what else can I do besides lying down and enjoying the show?
In the 19 th century, Danny\'s grandfather and financial donors received parchment, describing a place that could not exist in the Himalayas or anywhere else, unless it was in ancient Japan, or in the imagination and those who study and love its history. Shangri-
La is perched on one of the fifty creeks over 7,000 m?
Swift\'s floating island Laputa is located between Islamabad and Bhutan, at the highest place in the death zone Kara Patal, so the little greens in Freddy can fly --
Is it a helicopter or 747 from the clouds?
It\'s a stupid, crazy fabrication but I don\'t want to shut it down
A lot of what Danny said touched my heartstrings as if he was reading my thoughts and knew what I knew and liked what I liked.
He said earnestly that there seems to be nothing more obvious than this, which is a microcosm of peace in the mountains, just like kam Cang or the ancient Japanese garden of the Edo era
The Great Garden of ancient wood, Moss and stone, trees and flowers, designed to imply the infinite fragile but eternal nature of the material world, the garden that can capture the spiritual essence in stone lanterns, beach trails and Lily
Pond, alive with the golden nichiki
Goi moved quietly in the green water, the whole process is shaped by the sweet and cool breeze under the willow trees, Japanese birch trees, mangrove lush green branches, and the streams flow happily from the mountains, the falls cast a mist over the purple magnolia trees, countless flowers and evergreen trees, providing a shade for the pagoda and tea --
The house, the sacred ceremony which they extract from eternity, spins around the warrior of the divine path and Whispers (
Or with their Angels)
And other saints who meditate in the quiet morning, while the sun rises behind the mountains.
My concerns in the endpanic, really—
I got better me and I called the nurse by pressing the call button.
This guy has a loose screw in his head.
In my mind, I don\'t want to think about what started clicking.
It\'s been six weeks since my hip replacement surgery, and I suspect it took me about that long to convince myself that I had an illusion, not the ghost in Danny Nightingale\'s machine that I invented.
Even now, when I walk through my own vague garden in the rain, I don\'t fully believe that I am surprised by this most important novelty --
Painless land
Of course, I know that Danny really exists and I didn\'t make him up, and from the News of the day, I also know the story of his infamous grandfather.
After reflection, I was barely familiar with anything throughout the ordeal.
It turns out that the last person in the ward who slept in the \"Danny\" bed was an old woman named Glenda Eisenstein who had a much smoother hip replacement than my own. Ms.
Eisenstein was discharged and the hospital staff informed me the day before I arrived, which surprised me very much until I arrived and the room was empty.
Just two days later, I was scheduled to leave the hospital, but with a group of psychiatrists, social workers, nurses and, of course, less cheerful doctors, I was kept for five days.
Dan gave me a look.
The cat took a fresh look at me and scanned me if I had hacked bugs or rogue bone fragments and kept trying to convince me that it took me the whole day --
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