A week’s vacation, from what?

A week’s vacation from what? From work? From pain in the head? From cortisone? From food? From the Blog? From shopping?

In this first week of holidays I have had the opportunity to think about many things and when certain reflections come to mind, I note them somewhere, for fear of forgetting them and not remembering what I was thinking.

Sometimes I am also amazed that I have thoughts deep enough for the brain that I find myself.

So, obviously cortisone is always there, we go up and down, because when you try to reduce, that pain immediately comes behind the ear (the one from which it all started) and I know that it is not the air conditioning , it’s not having left your hair wet, it’s not the wind. It is my immune system that finds no peace.

So then we do the blood tests for control (in this case tomorrow morning) and then my doctors, based on the values ​​of Ves and Pcr, redo the calculation of cortisone.

I thought I could get rid of it in September but that’s not the case. And you will see I can do little.

In this first week of vacation google offered me photos from previous summers, from years ago when I was well. I was not ashamed of my face swollen with cortisone (because I didn’t have it), I had long hair, I was at the beach or on vacation, carefree and my main concern was what to buy or where to go for dinner.

In this first week of vacation, have I really been? Have I really disconnected and not thought?

Not really. Or rather … I tried not to think about the fact that my immune system gets nervous and bothers my poor ear and my implant. I tried to eat little to counteract the atavistic hunger of cortisone. I imagined what to do in the coming months (but not too badly).

Then I said … but you know what?

I’m on vacation … from what I still don’t know … but I’ll try to find out in the next few days