A love letter

from Alessandro the titch, hastily written, folded and handed to big brother Lorenzo as he rushed to get ready for his football match.

It says, transdlated into english " hello grandma, I love you very much and even though I didn't send you the letter before (I was expecting it while in hospital) I love you as much as  your nice cakes"

There was also a heart with an arrow and  a few spelling mistakes and corrections but to me it was the most beatiful letter ever.

I've noticed that I'm taking 3 steps froward and 2 steps backward with my recovery. The day before yesterday I felt really strong, did 35 minutes on the cycle machine, the required excercises for my hip and then drove into Rome (as a passenger of course) to see Lorenzo's game and did quite a lot of walking too. The following day I spent on the sofa feeling nauseous most of the time, went to bed at 20.30 and awoke this morning at 07.30.

This morning I had my bloods taken, did a couple of hours at work and began to feel dizzy. I'm probably trying to do too much too soon.