Gonna miss the view...

My room.

Single room with balcony and bay window onto the ocean.

Sunset at 5-ish just when I finished my classes.

Seriously, would shower with the door open to admire the view!

...and the atmosphere

...and the people

...and the working like mad

...and the food

FMyLife #9: Merry Christmas!

YAY!

Have ALL my authorizations for my third rehab stay!

Too good to be true.

Am facing a dilemma:

1. Entering December 10th and missing Christmas.
2. Entering December 26th and missing New Year's Eve.

Yet, am allowed to take one night out for Xmas.

Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas!

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FMyLife #8

-- Last and (hopefully) final episode of a loooong headbanging story: Validating my third stay in rehab!

By the way, when I talk about rehab, I mean physiotherapy! I clarify it here because it put me into funny situations. Like that time when the organizer of the World Freestyle Skating Championships confessed to me that she had been quite shocked to learn about my rehab adventures: she had understood alcohol and drugs. FYI I judged 90% of the competition...

In my last FMyLife post about it, I recounted the episode of the phone call to my insurance when they innocently asked me if I wanted an official paper vouching for the tacit agreement of their medical control.

I was naive enough to assume that my days of fighting were finally over.

Chapter #1: The Downward Spiral.

Last week, the medical control called me again and told me that:

"Hi... err... I was calling to tell you that the operator who anounced you that your file was validated... well, she misinterpreted the data on her computer. It is just said that the medical control saw your request. Not that they agreed to it. But here's their number, so call them maybe."

Alright. Here we go again.

It's a Long Way to the Top...

... if you want to rock'n roll. 

That's

(my version of)

the slogan of the CERS:

Bringing sportspeople

"BACK TO THE TOP". 

Put together, I've spent two months in that rehab center in the last 7 months. I cannot say that I am the worst off given the surroundings, the care, the food...
Everything is made for you to unplug your brain and concentrate on the improvement of your body.

I arranged things to come to that second stay with my friend Lynda whom I met during my first stay.

For the record it was close to being a disaster -- last fright of the real life: we almost missed our train! Stress, hubdub, hurrying up and... *SWOOSH* we plunged into a soundproof bubble. Alone in the world, nothing from the outside can reach you in there.