Unfortunately Pronto Soccorso is not a nice a little town in Italy but the emergency room, in my case that of Locarno. I have made it a habit to visit there every summer. Last year I managed to put out my back (told you swimming isn't a good thing) yesterday I woke up and was almost completely deaf.
So once again I made my way there. They have redecorated since last year and moved to the other side of the building by the way, should you share my habit.Being deaf in addition to not speaking the local language very well is not a very good combination. I walked in telling the lady at the desk "Buongiorno, miei orecchi non funziona piu" which can be translated with "Hello my ears funtion no more" She smiled and gave me a form to fill in. The form asked me about my marital status and my religion and I wonder if putting married and catholic would have reduced my waiting hours. As a single protestant you have to bring some time to the pronto soccorso.
The best thing is that the doctor told me not to go swimming please. She actually had a go at me for going in the first place. I promised her that I went only twice just because I felt that I ought to while being here but that I did not enjoy it.
Which is true. I swam about in the lake for a while, pondering (pun!) about the ridiculousness of my actions. Being in an element that isn't yours, forced to move your arms and legs constantly because otherwise it'll kill you. I am not a shark, I can't see any reason why I should pretend to be one. I swam until every muscle in my body was in excruciating pain and called it a day. When I was a kid my ballet teacher used to say "always go up to your pain threshold and then a bit further to get really good." I can't help it, I follow her religiously, I have to be in pain to consider it worthwhile. I get the pain bit but I do not understand swimming.
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