Wake up…

This morning I woke up with the snow… or rather Milan woke up with the snow. I saw this from the hospital window.

I put the article in the travel section to think that I could be a nice mountain chalet, preferably a 4-star, warm … surrounded by snow and eat strudel and polenta.

Here this is my ideal holiday in the snow. I know how to ski… that is, I’ve skied three times… but everyone said that having surfed snowboarding would have come easy… and it’s true. It’s also fun … I could do the slopes.

But you know how hard it is to ski … and take the cable car, then get off. An hour to go to the bathroom to take off all your stuff.

The only thing worthwhile is the “bombardino”. And food in general could not be otherwise.

Anyway, no travel … you stay in the hospital for further tests because something is there but you don’t understand what.

Assuming that the day before yesterday they took my spinal fluid … this is not what I wish for anyone. Oh God what a pain.

I would like to know what I have, if it can be cured and go home.

Also my hair needs it but especially my legs… which I haven’t checked for a long time. An unpresentable thing that I could be mistaken for a man. What a shame.

The pajamas are so long with long pants and I keep my socks on. Hide as best you can.

In this case, the principle of “deny, always deny” applies.