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“I am going home. I am leaving the tunnel after exactly three weeks of darkness. I am still positive, but after 21 days of Covid and at least three without symptoms, I can continue with the home quarantine. There is a dramatic need for beds, for hospitalize the many, too many serious patients who come constantly. ”The director of ‘La Stampa’ Massimo Giannini writes this on the cover. In a long editorial the journalist recounted his experience and carried out an analysis of the health, political and social situation. “I leave my bed to those who are worse than me, waiting for a first finally negative tampon.”
We read in the newspaper:
When I entered, alone in my apartment, there were 18. Now there are 84. More than half are under 54 years old, and they are intubated and pronated. A terrifying “procedure”, which I let myself be told. Celery, they put a tube in your lungs, and from that moment the night of an infinite time and an indefinite place falls on you. He is lying on his stomach, in a position directed by an experienced rescuer, for sixteen consecutive hours. Then they turn their back on you for eight hours. Then we started again: sixteen hours in the prone position, eight hours in the supine position. And so. It always serves to “stretch the lungs”, as they say, and to hope that in the meantime the disease recedes, and does not definitively destroy what remains of your respiratory system. If this happens, at some point they extubate you, wake you up, and then you just have to wait for some breath left in your throat to scream I did. If it does not happen, you leave without knowing it, and without a relative, relative or friend having given you the last touch. All of this saved me. I leave my bed to those who are worse than me, waiting for a first finally negative tampon.
Read Massimo Gianni’s full editorial in the Press
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