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It was not easy. First a slight fever, then terrible muscle aches and finally the explosion of real fever that burns and wets your thoughts. Then hospitalization for bronchopneumonia in Emergency Medicine. And now clinically cured.
But what I want to highlight is the psychodynamic dimension of the disease itself, the condition that exposes you to yourself in your loneliness in a completely new context that does not allow any derogation, any condition of participatory sociality. So it is a combination. A duality between you and the disease. Stop. And, in this context, intrusive thoughts, anxieties, expectations, reflections on a tomorrow that you want to embrace and a yesterday that you regret having misused enter enter.
Then the catharsis, the joy. And therefore, the most sincere thanks. TO Nicola Rocchia for his immeasurable generosity, for his great willingness to dedicate himself unreservedly to a work that is not only clinical but also investigative, and that will be commented in due course on the multiple results obtained.
A Riccardo D ‘Grape, clinical purpose with the air of an attentive investigator. TO Antonio Sorella and its small practicality that does not allow unnecessary emphasis. Everyone, no one excluded. In addition a Paola Tartaglione, who while paying for his fight against the virus with the loss of his mother, has never ceased. Always present, active, alive and true in a trench where everyone, absolutely everyone, sooner or later, has left the field. She is still there. I think it will always be because in every great manager there is a woman who supports him, strengthens him, educates him, listens to him and Nicola knows it and he only has to thank her. And honored to the point of pride. And it is. But men are a bit like that.
One last thing: I don’t have a theological dimension to things, but I am sure that the death of my mother by Covid was his way of making me reborn and bring me back to life, even Gianni’s mother did. What mother wouldn’t do that?
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