So, here I am again. Germany, this time in cold weather, clouds, different colors, a new caregiver, but with the same hope and determination.
The trip, with Suisse via Zurich, was flawless. Only loading bridges, calm and helpful employees, a sharp contrast to the first trip in June, with the stairs and the buses in the vast Munich airport.
At my beloved Blumen Villa guesthouse everything is as I left it. It is a bit chilly outside, so no sunbathing in the program, but I already took a first stroll outside. Beautiful clean air!
Dr. Pfützner thought I was a little better than last time, my reflexes have improved, my nervous system works slightly better, but when I asked him when this improvement will be evident to ME, he said the whole thing might take up to 2 years, since the damage is extensive and takes time. What else can I do? Other than be patient and do whatever I can, WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?
You tell me I am strong. But sometimes I wonder. What can I do differently? What choice do I have? I am sick and tired of not being able to take care of myself, of not being the free and independent woman I feel I am, of being taken care of and talked to like I am a 5-year-old, of not being able to act, run, sing, fall in love, of not having someone fall in love with me, of not being able to live, damn it!
No choice. It is an one-way street, and wherever that takes me. Strength. Oh, and trahanas from Evritania, with loads of german butter, tortellini with ricotta, kolokithokeftedes, ice cream, apple compote, and so much more.
I kiss you for now…