In this specific case, i understand better, how is hard to be alone without a life’s companion. I feel this feeling, everytime i walked into subway’s corridors after spent all time to work. Nobody wait me at home.
I am here, near to hospital’s window and try to spend time and go on bed tired for sleep. For first time in my life, an unknow problem came from inside of my body called me.
I see one more time, the LOVE from my parents by their daily visits. Nobody know i am here to recovering and no one will know. No one has called after days, no texts messages by phone for say a simple hello.
it is Sad to say, but i have friends and their actions are same to people on the road. MY ” friends”, are like perfect strangers and i don’ t call.
If I am not considered when i am well, just imagine when i am sick…
It is so good to see how young people ( from nurses to doctors) are work by their right mix old / young.
I feel their serenenity from a good job them choised and a contract job signed. It is pleasure yes, but i compare they then me.
I am survivor thank to me, but a special thanks to my parent’s love: Always.
My beard is 2 days and my look is like I would like to have when i skiing.
Now, the white in front of me is not snow, but my socks and the bedspread on my bed.
Monza’s Hospital 4th Floor, Sector B, Room number 21, Bedroom 1