Craving for coffee

I feel like coffe again. It makes me laugh and be happy. I understand that for many this desire of mine makes no sense, but for me it doesn’t.

When you are sick, or rather, when I was in the grip of illness (now we have a cordial relationship) I no longer even had a sense of taste (referring to food). The many medicines, being sick do not make you have an appetite, you just eat something so as not to ingest painkillers and more on an empty stomach, but food is the least of your thoughts.

From the beginning of the treatment I started eating again, you want the cortisone bombs that always made me hungry, the opioid drugs that gave me the munchies I took without even thinking about it 15 kg.

I have the desire to eat again, to go out to dinner, but above all the desire for coffee.

Yes, a nice espresso after dinner or after lunch and a nice long coffee in the morning for breakfast. This is the basis. Which sometimes varies with a coffee perhaps in the middle of the morning, or in the afternoon.

And it makes me smile, because it is an achievement in my normality. Or rather, normality is a big word, as now it is normal for me to feel bad, to be deaf, to have a cochlear implant and to have a basic, albeit moderate, chemotherapy treatment.

It is not so normal … but let’s say that we need to work on this concept, and regain possession of my life, and be able to do the things I did before, Then there will, of course, be things that I will have to get used to doing in a different way from how I used to do it before, to have a new normal.

These speeches seem so trivial to me, but for the sickly deaf, the priorities have been downsized, giving importance to things that may have previously seemed stupid and irrelevant to me, such as the desire for coffee.