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Today will be a chance for Marty K., if they have a clinic for people with alcohol problems is working.

From two weeks again, is fun, I'm healthy, I go to parties, eating, joking and dancing. Only in the side of me a little bit from time to time stings, but I suspect that it is already so will I, as a souvenir after this difficult period.

I wondered just what exactly has changed in my life These two weeks ago that it took on a sudden so amazing colors and charms. The answer is one and frightening: alcohol. Well, two weeks ago at the birthday party Philippa (22 years! Age difference between us is thereby reduced to 4 years) ...

... the first time in four months, that I narąbała:) I know it sounds terrible ... is that for four months does not drank, I mean.

My abstinence began to think of the fact that after a pretty successful, but far too zakropionej, party in my basement, I was disgusted with alcohol for a month:

Then give up drinking because of the abused drug, which was very reasonable, but in retrospect, had a devastating effect on my psyche. I decided, therefore, definitely, from day to day, including break and develop since then allowed standard units of alcohol a week. For now, I manage to persevere courageously in order. As evidence I cite the fact that in this weekend's carnival festivities ended in a snowdrift snow, insisting - a local hot drinks brandy with coffee - that is me warm, and nowhere is there not budge.

was a much better ending than a year ago, when the carnival ball (in which he starred as the wife of Napoleon), got up for work about six hours too late. On the anniversary of this event, photo-a dedication to my former boss:

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Now, fortunately, I'm unemployed, so nothing that I did not threaten.

Swiss Carnival is a fantastic thing at all. Authentically an overnight event under the stars every week another middle of nowhere, everywhere porozpalane outbreak, overcrowded tents, rumbling the entire village brass bands, and above all, we all poprzebierani, makeup, and masked. It reminds me of all the atmosphere and decor of the encampment of orcs from Lord of the Rings.

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The same events have had my camera for which I obviously TJF zbluzga again:) But the pictures, and so that climate does not have accepted. For this preparation, as well as those involved costumes were the most documented. Since the decision to take part was taken an hour before, I had no disguises purchased / rented - Unlike most of the Swiss kompletujących carefully their costumes from several weeks in advance. Fortunately, in the attic with Philippa, we managed to dig up Chinese women suit / Geisha, or - as in a winter jacket - Sumo-Geisha, in which it occurred. John, with whom we stopped on the way to the black vodka with Coke, umalował me (sic) in addition to the special farbkami white face. He had the whole two sets, plus three books with different models of how to paint faces. Swiss surprise me sometimes.

Oh, just for clarification. Stings me in the side not on the side where the liver: PI without alcohol can also be fun. But why;)

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Kasting

case is obviously outdated and severely outdated, but I will say what is going on, because I think you virtually ukatrupili, after all that if I ignored the whole question of silence, rozpisując for five pages about how it was sick and the poor and suffering.

Well started from the fact that somehow, in November I could lay my hands on notice one of the local magazines that are looking for hostesses for advertising campaigns (namely the company Companys , clothes, shoes, etc., soon you will see on their web catalog Spring 2009). Requirements: an increase in the minimum 167cm, age 24 years. So I decided to try it, hehehe. For the unaware of the dimensions of my personal affairs to explain that I measure with gusts 164cm, 24 years and finished several months ago .... In addition, it had to also be nice, but that pact is already a matter of taste. I sent them in any event, my completely natural, holiday and passport photos, mostly without makeup. All of them, moreover, you already know - the majority came from a secure and wytrenowanej (the gym) TJF master's hand.

unfortunately I can not say I did it all for the eggs. More out of desperation - that if the normal work I can not find here, though it may something. The whole matter, however, quickly forgotten (if I remember, certainly not obżerałabym so when Christmas in Poland) and experienced severe shock when, one January afternoon, lying a at best with a fever 39 degrees, I received a phone that invite me to audition for Zurich next Thursday. I was thus less than 3 days to a cure. Of course not darowałabym itself, if a trifle by fever, runny nose and a splitting pain in my skull was so fun to miss.

so they went 100 miles per semi-ill (you now have an explanation puzzles, where subsequent pleurisy;)), naszprycowana Otrivnem, drops with codeine and similar specyfikami. Unfortunately, also from desiccated complexion, red eyes, and so spierzchniętymi mouth that even the [remainder of better times] remnant Dior lipstick with them unable to cope. The only advantage of the disease was that I looked skinny. Well, maybe not modelkowo-skinny, as if someone clung, but more suchotniczo-gruźliczo-skinny, but always in this industry in plus. Especially since the place they told me to change into their kit prepared by the trousers and white shirt tube. I never ever wear a tube, because it highlights my cut disproportionately large in relation to the calf, thigh. For the white shirt that badly and was placed the ugly. And some little ugly bag. So in total, well, that this work did not receive, because it turned out that not zgarniałabym the money for it, and only bills for clothes with their store!

Ie. so honestly, between us, of course, very sorry, because this one set was perhaps unfortunate, but otherwise have very nice things, and Part two other companies that I like. And besides, since you have not bought anything decent to wear, seriously. If someone knows me from the time when at least once a week I had to have a new blouse, dress or bag, I would probably die as I confess that during my stay in Switzerland from clothing I bought the following: cotton dress

pieces 1 pieces 1 woolen hat
push-up bra 1 pcs

swear word former Shopaholic! Therefore, bless her reason and the light of his mind, that only the other day I was buying expensive things. I mean classics and of good quality - so I can still wear them and do not look like a lump.

A bit of me in a good mood that applications for this casting came to 300, and invited only 35 girls, including me, that there were 10 people there, like, I do not know, exam Preliminary to the Academy of Economics (a novelty for me to deal with such competition - like the classics did I think it was half a person to place);)

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And changing the subject to thank all those who text messages me, and they spread mails and who are worried about me (one of the last text message I received: In and alive? People and worried!) I am now confident that even if I died, my German shepherds, Swiss uh, do not eat!

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What does not kill me ...

tralalala. I do not know whether we'd expect, or not - In any event, I'm back. I mean back on the blog, but I was also on the verge of returning from crying to Polish: for private health insurance, full refrigerator and obiadków grandma, but a deep breath and stand it whore. What does not kill me makes me stronger. Do these things have already tried to kill me, stupid pleurisy can be compared with them to stay at Spa, compare ...

For four weeks I lay myself in bed cieplutkim, inhalowałam eucalyptus oils, vegetable broths drank (as far as I pulled off to cook it myself), I ate baked apples, I have lost 4 pounds ... Note a few weeks ago is in this regard has already drastically outdated, now it's 48.5 pounds more, but mainly at the expense of muscle mass, so there is nothing to envy. Although the electronic weight Philippa shows that I have 15% fat and build an athletic, hi hi, what pretty bad about this weight indicates, as the last 100 years is not practiced any sport. But tomorrow we go on skates - this is a surprise for me for Valentine's Day, Ph. invited me, but ciii, because it is secret, that I have not know that we're going to skate, but he guessed, as I said, I have to dress warmly, but we will not be on the court. Well, we know that on skates. Or to the chamber.

But back to substance. Damn, I never make it in the brain while the disease had to rearrange, one thread can not concentrate. So I lay and watched the drubbing for 4 weeks ijne MTV programs such as Parental Control, Next, and Rock of Love for the change of Deutschland sucht ein Superstar cacy and everything would be if not for this uncertainty and the unknown-what-I-actually- is (symptoms: chest pain when breathing, movement, pain with cough napierdalający). In Poland zadzwoniłabym the clock emergency number and ściągnęłabym free family doctor back home, he told to calm down, that survive until dawn the next day pomknęłabym taxi to signal to the pulmonologist, ENT specialist, oncologist, pathologist, psychologist, on the x-rays, blood tests, manicures and hydrokolonoterapię :) Here, after noting with horror that I can afford to Bayer aspirin, put yourself on your own two diagnoses:

A) strain (as pessimistic: strain) respiratory muscles due to coughing
B) pleurisy

you here I will not bore you any longer as the disease developed this twin track - and we all just waiting for an explanation of what's going on with the casting in Zurich. I'll just say that my docentka of massage and natural medicine, she said that I had pleurisy. However, a physician pulmonologist *, which with this frightening news, however, in the end I turned, held that the muscles. He prescribed me Ibuprofen cramps .... Spychologia and so.

* I did not give this time to sell, and I got to a specialist hospital in my favorite - I described my symptoms very bluntly over the phone, illustrating the cough, and the next day I had clinched the term. It's just that I was silly even then, when I was there in the waiting room and wyperfumowana depicted sitting, munching an apple and reviewing papers, and the patients themselves around me with lung cancer, in wheelchairs, with tubes and catheters, brrr. Once I feel like the suffering undergone.