Here I am, back in Italy, for some time, and from the cold of the hostile country, I couldn’t resist taking a break by the sea. The sun, the warmth… The relationship between autoimmune disease and the sun is quite particular, especially for me. I have always loved the sun
My obsession with skincare, or “La mia fissa per la cura della pelle,” is taking a bad turn. It all started back in the summer of 2014 when I had a severe case of hives on my legs. Since then, I’ve been paying close attention to the ingredients in products.
Today I started with the idea of making a nice post on collagen, marine collagen, hyaluronic acid and so on and so forth. And then I was talking to her husband and I thought about making a post about music. Premise … I’m speaking from my personal experience, as far
I have never had a good relationship with the gym or physical activity in general. I get bored easily and, above all, I get tired! Well, the world of sports. I must say that I have tried many sports such as tennis, classical ballet (not sure if it counts as
The other day, a friend of mine asked me what immunosuppressants were. I realized that despite having an autoimmune disease, I had never explained or even mentioned (maybe just briefly) medications, immunosuppressants, and therapy. So, immunosuppressants are medications that regulate our overactive immune system. An autoimmune disease occurs when your
Here it is, it’s been a while since the last post, but I’ve had a few things going on… So now I’m putting the pieces of the past together and trying to explain. So, I was in Italy for almost two weeks, and taking advantage of the rituximab therapy, I
I returned to Italy for a few days. I’m back home again. The first important and meaningful thing is the climate. There’s no comparison or comparison that matters elsewhere. The sun, the warmth… and I wore a short-sleeved shirt. White as a corpse. But not that ethereal and fascinating kind
In the London Underground, there is a sign that says, “Not all disabilities are visible.” Well, mine is not visible. My cochlear implant is small and positioned behind my right ear. (There is no implant on the left side, but that’s another story.) I don’t have a cane, a crutch,
This past weekend was my birthday weekend, or rather, my birthday was on Saturday, and my husband gave me a gift of a trip to Paris. Paris is my city – I lived there for almost two years. The confession about the destination of the trip came on Friday night.
Yesterday in the unfriendly town it was a holiday (granted by King Charles III for his coronation) and what did I do? I changed my wardrobe. Motivated by the sunny day, focused on the heat that might come, and also because it was something I had to do sooner or
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