Simptoms Of Gaull Blatter Desease

Consciousness (edited)

Back in 2004 I remember, my ex invited me to a Summer's intense. The plan was to do the Camino de Santiago and the decline of his colleagues: Sella and then go to the beach on our own. By then (and now, what the hell!) Had only two weeks of vacation in summer and went from grieving tirarmelas walking those paths of God, carrying a backpack and peleándome for a bed in a hostel. So that while they started the road in Astorga, I joined them in Sarria eleven days after completing the last 110 km in five easy stages.

would call my ex every day to see how they had gone and I had more hardships, that if one had touched the boots, the other muscle was overloaded, the more there with some blisters that what pa . For when I wanted to start walking was crap because the picture that I found was so

(The detail seen in this photo are the feet, not the ass, which I know)

It got worse until such point that my ex could not be closed shoes and had to make the last two steps in sandals with two pads attached at the plants. Never forget the happy brand napkins, Femiday. The look thoroughly at the local supermarket. Nothing ultra with wings and those sissy. The Femiday was a stalk of cotton in a big toe, which as a compress should be a horror of uncomfortable, but as templates hear saved his life.

Can anyone else say it has changed its pad in the middle of the street?

I was superpreparada with various creams and potions foot and the truth is that I came out or a blister. My ex freak out because he said that the soles of my feet were touching a cat's. Own exaggerations. Anyway I finished the journey without a scratch and with a sense of guilt for it. But karma is seen that the bastard is and has been keeping me up last Saturday.

bolloblogueras and few friends decided to lend a basketball pachanguita. As we were almost a four-play table for four, leaving a trade for bench to rotate and not take the livers in the field . At 5 minutes into it we realized that we still remained large and decided to play in a single field. Still an hour to run da game long and hard as I am more gross than a plow I think I was the only one who played the entire game, and when he got the break I was already noticing the unpleasant sensation of stepping on the liquidillo of a blister forming. For when he finished the pachanga and took off my sock, I had no blisters. Had disappeared and in its place was a crater.

I present my crater, Amparo

To which must be added: a crushed finger of a blow from a ball, now I begin to bend at all, a bruised knee (I swear I do not know against or rather what who hit me)

and a cut on his cheek, which seems quite incredible that you did me the glasses, yes, they clavándoseme to hit a ball that would speed light (km / s up or down). To this day I still resent the swipe proboscis.

And they say that sport is health.

In short, flat, that the next pachanguita to plates or bowls.