sexta-feira, junho 19, 2009
quinta-feira, junho 18, 2009
um sonho, um pesadelo, ou pura loucura...
foi só um sonho.
terça-feira, junho 16, 2009
quinta-feira, junho 11, 2009
"Elevator love letter"
- Wait. Um... Wait. No. You can't take that one.
- Why not?
- I said don't take it.
- I will take the elevator I want to take.
- Well, go on.
- Hey! Come on in. This is a CT of Katie Bryce. 16 year old female severed aneurysm.
- From a fall during rhythmic gymnastics, I remember.
- It was the first surgery we ever scrubbed in together. Our first save. Right here is a treable cysts, tough save but we did it. I kissed you in the stairwell after the surgery. And this right here is where Dr. Bailey kicked you out of the surgery because she caught us in your driveway in my car. And right here this was a seven-hour craniotomy and you held the clamp the entire time, never flinched. That's why I knew you were going to be an incredible surgeon. Beth made our clinical trial a success by surviving. You talked me into putting her under. That's why I knew I needed you. And this is today. The post op head CT shows of Izzie Stevens. See that, right there, tumor free. Because of you. You got me into the OR. If there's a crisis you don't freeze. You move forward. You get the rest of us to move forward. Because you've seen worse. You've survived worse. And you know, we'll survive too. You say you're dark and twisty. It's not a flaw. It's a strength. It makes you, who you are. I'm not going to get down on one knee. I'm not going to ask a question. I love you Meredith Grey. And I want to spend the rest of my life, with you.
- And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
quarta-feira, junho 10, 2009
sábado, junho 06, 2009
esta manhã choveu que se fartou :)
outra coisa sobre mim: adoro saber das coisas. não gosto que me escondam nada por mais desagradável que possa ser. mas também já percebi que, por vezes, o conhecimento pode ser em demasia.
por exemplo, hoje sei que a vizinha de cima da minha irmã deve estar especialmente bem disposta. como é que eu sei disto? bem... se não tivesse sido acordada durante a noite, não estaria a fazer fofoca (coisa que até nem tenho o costume de fazer muito). mas ao que parece, o sexo foi bom esta madrugada e os menos privilegiados sabem disso.
e é esta a história de uma rapariguinha que, até hoje, achava que gostava de saber sobre todas as coisas. mas afinal não.