Two glasses of wine

Today I would like to tell how I felt yesterday, over two glasses of wine.

I live in London and I had an appointment with my “fake cousin” (we have a very strange relationship) French by birth, but English by choice.

It had been a while since our last meeting (between my hospitalizations and trips to Italy it was not easy to fit a lunch). The other times the husband also came with us … but yesterday we were like in the old days, he and I talking, drinking and eating.

Then thanks to the French wine, the French cuisine (I took the snails and the croque Monsieur) and being in a bistro, whose exterior was very reminiscent of a Provençal bistro, I felt as if nothing had happened.

I forgot that I was deaf and I closed my anxieties and worries about the latest blood tests (done just yesterday morning) out of this day.

I spoke my French (although by now I have lost that wonderful accent I had built in my Parisian years), then I alternated with a few sentences in English and then a few lines in Italian.

I was so at ease, carefree that, as I said before, I didn’t realize I was deaf … or maybe it is now so part of me that I don’t even think about not hearing anymore. It works like this? Did two glasses of wine really have this power?

Truly talking and laughing with a person who knows you made me calm and peaceful, didn’t make me worry about my health or be alert to the slightest headache. I didn’t think of myself sick, but I did think of me in London, having lunch out.

Now, it is true that one could say that it is thanks to alcohol (considering that first we had a spritz and then after a mojito in different places and h because we like to try) that dissolves every inhibitor brake, but I think it is more than anything else. ‘set of things.

That is, you can go out and drink with people you are not comfortable with, and therefore you will never be so relaxed. Or you can go out with people who know you and are intimate but without drinking (apart from I don’t have any friends / friends who don’t drink) and I don’t know how much I can not think.

Today, thinking back to yesterday, I realized that my mood, my life style is perhaps a really good glass of wine while chatting with friends. Then I must say that I have had aperitifs or drinks even alone … because I feel good with me and consider that I don’t even have to listen to me too much.

In a windy and then drizzly London (strange) yesterday I found myself laughing at nothing, being light and sparkling. Consider that with the disease I have learned to give a damn about what people say or think of myself, just as I have learned to leave out those people who “left out” me when I was sick.

In short, small gestures that help me to overcome, to live more serene and not to think too much about when I will be able to recover, about the medicines, the cortisone, the December therapy.

two glasses of wine are always nice. Thanks Yannick.