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.