About my health problems

I think most of you already heard, either through one Marco (MKI) or the other (lavish) that I got some health problems and I’m currently hospitalised.

On the night of August 13th I had a crisis of acute pancreatitis; strangely enough, this disease is usually tied with alcohol abuse and targets people in the 35–50 years range: I’m 21 and I never drink. As additional complication, the pancreatitis caused the formation of water in the lungs; luckily I avoided surgery for that too.

It certainly wasn’t a pleasant experience, especially since after the first week (when I was mostly frenzy with fever), I passed 16 days in the Intensive Care Unit. While the staff was most friendly, the place isn’t cheery at all: in this hospital it seems more like a bunker and the other patients were basically unconscious: I was the only one able to talk normally.

At least at the ICU I was able to read sometimes, and thanks to a friend of mine (Hi Andrea), who lent me his iPod, I was able to listen to some music, especially when I had the respiratory aid on. Unfortunately I couldn’t keep a cellphone, and obviously not a computer, and visitors could only come two at a time during in the evening (and one in the early afternoon, but that slot was reserved for my mother). I seen someone I didn’t see in years (hey Manuel), and someone who I never met in real life before (yo Barba).

Anyway, back to my health, now I’ll have one or two extra weeks (if I’m lucky), then I should be able to come back home, where I should keep down for about a month, but I’ll still be able to do some easy task, and I should be able to get Enterprise back up. I’ll have some pills to take to integrate the functionality of what remains of my pancreas, and most likely I’ll be diabetic afterward, but that’s something a lot of people already cope with, I’ll just need to learn to cope with that too.

Thanks to everybody who wished me good luck with the problem, really thanks everybody. I can’t say that this won’t interfere with my work with Gentoo, but I can tell I won’t give up entirely.

If you were tense waiting to see how I was, well, now you know I am better, if not exactly well, and I’m getting better and better every day now.

And for who wonders: at least in Italy, hospitals aren’t either as House, MD nor Scrubs hospitals. (On the other hand, the Umberto I, Mestre’s hospital, was built in the ‘60s, which would explain the decadent look; of course some maintenance wouldn’t hurt.

Finally, the LED lamps arrived, they are nice to see (I saw them as my mother brought them to me to see), and my family says that they do some nice light for the bathroom mirror.