NEW 19TH DAY

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I’m being followed in the physiotherapy by a trainee. It’s different, he has a completely new energy, motivates me, even not knowing what to do with me very well. But that’s not what I want to talk about; today he and another trainee took measurements of myself, for the amplitude of my right side as well as comparing the muscular mass from the right side with the left side. I confess I always had the curiosity to know the physical differences between the two sides, and I asked him to give me the results (and consequently for you to).
I rested on the mattress, peaceful, with two trainees around me, talking with each other, and asking me to do thinks (like bend my leg). One of them talked to me with a dialect “therapist-patient” (they talk louder as if we were mentally retarded, as if we didn’t understand nothing if not spoken in that particular dialect. A patronizing dialect, which I don’t like at all.
My therapist doesn’t talk to me like that (phew…). He has 21 years old. Fuck… I’m getting old, and without noticing it. Of course I’m not old, but I’m realizing that the time that is, that was, not only since the Cerebral hemorrhage but since I feel like myself. Since I assumed my place in life. I have 22 years old. I got friends, who are married, friends with children, friends who live outside the country. I don’t have anything besides an urge to see the world, but that doesn’t go beyond that. “Time belongs to each of us”, said Carina, and I’ll never forget that. This Time thing makes my head spin.
So, I’m going to talk to all of you in general:

In the night of 19th to 20th of this month I want you to come and take a coffee with me, to celebrate!