Chapter 15 lucky day

In the morning, at dawn, bad luck struck ward No. 119 violently.The alarm device that reminded me that it was time to eat had been rattling half an hour ago in the empty ward.I don't think there's been a more sillier, more nerve-wracking device than this one, rattling and rattling like needles, gnawing at my forehead.The tape was wet with sweat and lost its stickiness. It couldn't stick to my right eyelid, but it still stuck to the eyelashes, making my eyes itchy unbearably.In the end, something happened that culminated in all these encounters: the catheter came loose and I got wet all over.While I waited for someone to clean me up, I hummed softly a corny Henry Salvatore song: "Come on, baby, it's nothing serious." Finally, the nurse arrived, and as soon as she Turn on the TV mechanically.Now airing: Minitel teletext service, "3617 Milliard" asks viewers to answer the question: "Are you a born winner?"