The summary of a Busy week

In this week everything has happened to me …. an intense week in which in the end then today I calmed down.

But let’s go in order.

Monday and Tuesday rain in London. What two balls. That rain that makes you sad, fine end (Forrest comes to mind when he explains all the rains that were in Vietnam) (I make a parenthesis in the parenthesis because as usual you can’t help but know who Forrest is and to whom I refer) .

However, I am very sensitive with the weather, two days of rain puts me in anguish. Plus then if you have to go out to run errands and obviously the universal deluge breaks out in those ten minutes that you decide to go out.

Check-ups at the hospital on Wednesday before departure. Now I would like to make a small complaint in this regard. Now in London and I think it is a peculiarity of English healthcare, they ask you three hundred thousand questions, for anything, even if it is clear that for example you need a prescription for a medicine that you already use usually, they ask you everything about it. ..and why and how and when … well, maybe even a little too much stress.

Thursday morning (see above because the doctors are too petulant) again at the doctor (he just had to make me a prescription) and ran to get to the airport … risking to be late.

In the end then and obviously, as soon as she arrived in the free zone, a sprtiz was needed, just to stay calm.

The flight where I obviously slept with the mask ..

and here we are on Friday to yesterday. The day of days. The end, the tragedy …

In the afternoon alone at home, I was at work on the PC, then I decide to go to my room to put on the hoodie because I was a little cold … and then I go down to go to the kitchen. and there, I realize that I no longer have the ear. I don’t hear, I can’t find the implant, I can’t find the processor .. I touch myself, I touch the shirt, I think I have remained somewhere … I start screaming, running and crying, … despair. I do not know what to do. I scream but I don’t hear. I feel catapulted back in time like two years ago in the hospital when I realized I was going to be deaf. we video call her husband in London desperate, crying, panic that takes possession of me. I go back to my room, up the stairs, look under the bed … and keep crying and screaming.

In the meantime my mom arrives who sees me desperate and tells me to stay calm but I can’t … she starts looking too. The husband calls the speech therapist who tells me what to do “look for the implant” with my legendary phone but he can’t find it, then he calls the cochlear to find out how …

I am more and more desperate and crying, I look everywhere, I think that now I will have to file a complaint, be without a system, not to hear, not to be able to do things … I continue to have a panic crisis … a succession of video calls …

then the husband says to me: your mother is calling you

I see my mom coming with the implant …. I keep crying desperate but I have an ear. It had fallen into the kitchen … where I hadn’t looked.

And nothing … then everyone tells you that you don’t have to panic.

yes easy.

anyway I’m voiceless … but I don’t care. Because I can feel myself.