06 August 2012
In the end I surrendered to the idea of having to call 118 and get me to the emergency room, again, last Thursday.
I’m on cortisone therapy (and luckily they did not give me any anti-inflammatory, finally) until August 14th.
It’s better (but I do not say it too loudly, that otherwise something happens), yesterday I managed to take a walk of a couple of hours.
With clenched teeth, I try to move on.
But I continue to ask myself what grave sins I must have committed in my previous lives.