Every Blessed Day Page #3

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"My Casella,"

I make this journey,

in order to return here again

"where I am."

"But how have so many hours

been stolen from you?"

- What is that?

- Purgatory, second canto.

My grandpa says we're descendants

of the Casellis of Val d'Orcia.

See! I knew it!

Caselli, we'll have you take

Arginina daily.

We'll do this for a few months.

Great!

All right, I shall see you

in a week.

- Thanks, doctor.

- With the PCT.

Let's keep to the schedule.

So we can watch these slow,

hideous spermatozoids at work!

- Goodbye, doctor.

- Ma'am.

- What an a**hole, I hate him.

- Let's go.

Ma'am this, ma'am that...

someone tell me I'm old.

Bullshit!

F*** you and Alexander the Great.

I need to use room 319.

Are you not feeling well?

I won't take long.

Plus, at this time of day...

- Antonia and I need to do a PCT.

- What?

- It's a medical, scientific thing.

- I smell trouble.

Don't get me into trouble!

Just send Olga to tidy up

the room after. Thanks.

You're welcome.

Check that out,

Guido picked up a chick!

No, it's his girlfriend.

They're doing a PCT.

What is that,

some Communist union thing?

It tests the interaction between

sperm and mucus of the cervix.

- They're f***ing.

- What about me and you?

- Get to work, idiot.

- Maybe you'll enjoy it...

Hurry.

How cool!

Cable!

- Any porn?

- Yes, but it's not free.

Don't touch anything.

- Minibar!

- No, don't touch!

What a drag!

Can't I have a few chips?

- Hey!

- Lie down!

Don't I get anything? Rum and coke,

some Mot & Chandon...

Mot & Chandon!

Come on, we don't have much time.

I'll take off your panties.

All right.

Kiss me.

Touch me... give me some help!

Thanks, Rossella. Bye, Marco.

Impressive, 12 minutes,

elevator ride included.

- Thanks.

- We have to take the scooter?

I'll drive, you ride side saddle.

- You can't drive, we'll die.

- Relax.

Hurry, Dr. Savarese is waiting.

How should I sit?

Side saddle! Sit Amazon style.

- Come on.

- Amazon?

A tribe of warlike women

in Greek mythology,

you would've liked them.

"Larded death roast"!

Proggestik.

I have to pee.

Why "death"?

Because as the great

Pellegrino Artusi explains:

"Since it is cooked in a pot,

it acquires a dark color

reminiscent of mourning".

- Franco called me.

- Who?

The guy from Live Music.

Now he runs some sort of club.

His cover band bailed out,

he asked me to sing instead.

- You accepted, right?

- I told him I'd think it over.

You're nuts! When is it'?

Wednesday,

but the venue sounds odd.

It'll be amazing, I'll come.

I'll take a day off,

we never go on vacation anyway.

Call him back now, don't be silly.

The roast!

Now it needs to brown in the oven.

What was it? I found it last night.

Trinacria Style, Contestaccio.

Here it is, look.

Is that Jimmy?

- He's handsome.

- He's a total nutcase.

- Is that London?

- No Rome, near Jimmy's house.

- You were good.

- We were wild.

We'd blow off shows

because we'd forget

or because we didn't feel like it.

We were always drunk.

How ridiculous!

But damn, we sure had some laughs.

- Look, Global Riot!

- The dog?

A mutt we picked up off the street.

- His name was Global Riot?

- Jimmy named him.

Jimmy's amusing.

I guess, but he would hit me

when he was drunk.

- Hit you, how so?

- He beat the sh*t out of me.

But I can't blame him,

I was a real slut.

If a guy was nice to me,

I'd spread my legs.

He'd get pissed off!

Once in London, he dislocated

my shoulder. So painful!

I went to the ER,

I told the police

I fell down the stairs.

Don't excruciate yourself!

Come here.

Why don't you ever tell me

about the girls you had before me?

Because before I met you,

I spent my time jerking off.

Oh please, give me a break!

I jerked off dreaming

of when I'd meet a girl like you.

Again?

What did that a**hole doctor say?

We need to keep at it.

But if you're too tired,

just say so.

Get this out of here...

or we'll break it.

Excuse me, the lady's singing.

Excuse me, pardon me.

Do you consider

this appropriate behavior?

- The lady is singing.

- Who the hell are you?

Who I am is completely irrelevant.

If you don't like the songs, you're

not obliged to listen to them.

You can speak amongst yourselves,

but watch your tone

and keep your voices down.

Listen up, douchebag, get lost!

- Cooperate...

- Keep your hands off of me!

Cooperate!

Cool it, stop it!

Get out!

Get the hell out!

Is this d*ckhead your friend?

For f***'s sake!

You're a real jackass,

I can't believe it.

I know, I was wrong.

I didn't mean to hurt him.

He could've ended up in the ER!

Right, only Jimmy's allowed

to send people to the ER.

F*** you!

Right...

- For f***'s sake.

- I don't know why I did it.

Sorry I embarrassed you.

What a drag!

Does the light bother you?

Patrizia's pregnant again.

Our neighbor?

She might not keep it,

she's afraid to tell Marcello.

Why?

He doesn't want another kid.

He didn't even want Giada

and Miscl.

We'll take all three of them.

I want our own kid.

- Don't you?

- Yes, I would like that.

That's not the same,

you're a stickler for words,

you should know better.

You want, I would like.

But let's look at it this way:

I want everything that you want,

so I want it too.

Are you crying? Why?

I feel like I'm expiring.

Like yogurt?

Why are you with me?

- You should leave me.

- Don't be silly!

I don't even know

why I want a kid so much.

Maybe I want to prove to my awful

family I can do something right.

Come here.

Come here.

At this rate, you'll make me cry.

All right then, we'll both cry.

Nishprapanchaya shantaya.

Breath of the Land,

mystery of fertility.

- This is perfect for us.

- Keep walking!

There's an aromatherapy course

to cure insomnia, I'm signing up.

Quit being a jackass and move it!

- Look, it's 1.2 kilometers.

- Move it.

Let's go do Nishprapanchaya

shantaya.

Let's go.

Do you feel cold from the snow?

Beneath the snow,

grass grows...

from the Earth's warmth.

Thus you must feel

the warmth from your inner energy.

Close your eyes.

Whirl!

Whirl like a snowflake

falling to the ground.

Whirl!

My friend Rosalba, from Milan,

sent us here,

she did a workshop last summer.

- She and her partner loved it.

- Bon apptit.

They even practiced

sensitive listening through asana,

apparently it works miracles.

Did things then work out

for your friends?

- Did they end up pregnant?

- No.

But Rosalba no longer suffers

from food intolerance.

She couldn't eat asparagus

or strawberries before.

- And in terms of inner energy...

- Nice...

- Do you take Meropur?

- Of course, and Puregon too.

My levels are up pretty high now.

I was at 1.23 a month ago,

now it's gone up...

See you Saturday? Great...

Excuse me, is this your first time?

We're veteran lVF-ETers,

it's our 3rd time.

We're planning a gathering

for next Saturday,

we'll hang out, talk,

swap information and stories...

If you're interested,

my husband created a Facebook page.

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