A year has already passed

It’s already been a year since I’ve been deaf. On October 22, I had the first operation (the first of four) on my left ear, and within two days I completely lost my right hearing.

These are the Sordamaldestra things.

So here in London I decided to celebrate for two days. Saturday and Sunday. (because then also last year everything happened in the we, where if you are in the hospital there are no doctors and you can almost die … but that’s another story).

We said that I celebrated … Saturday we went for lunch in a French bistro, with a bottle of roses, duck and of course the tarte tatin. I believe that Casse Croute will become my favorite place. In short, where Paris meets London.

Then on Saturday to walk and get lost in the streets of London, along the Thames and then return home tired.

But on Sunday I have to say that I got excited.

Apart from the “columbia flower street market” which is crazy (bad luck that having to change houses the husband didn’t let me buy a flower) but it was nice to walk among the flowers, the vintage shops, with coffee in hand …

But best of all was the Afternoon Tea at Corinthia. Cool thing … traditional but gorgeous. Cucumber sandwiches and other flavors too, then butter sandwiches with various jams, pastries, champagne and of course tea. The nice thing was that they also gave us the packet with the pastry to take home, what a nice thing.

Obviously then the environment and the service, and me who will have gone to the bathroom like 4 times in two hours, I don’t know what was in that aromatic tea … much better than all the diuretic medicines that I had to take.

So I celebrated the way I like it, eating and drinking … Because it’s good to celebrate this new part of me. I certainly did not want her, I did not want to become deaf, nor to get sick and spend months in the hospital between head operations and rehabilitation.

but it happened … looking back maybe I could have done something different … but it doesn’t make sense to think about it now and it doesn’t make sense to look back either.

I am deaf and I can’t hear … but speaking I speak, I was able to have a conversation in French on Saturday at lunch and in English on Sunday afternoon.

In short, they are always the same.