Mozart balls

I had the worst pain of the year for two days in Salzburg. Every muscle, every joint hurt.

Clearly, it was the cold.

The tips of my fingers were red like never before. My appetite was gone.

I knew, as I stepped on the scale, what it would show.

3 kilos lost in two weeks.

I just forced down a toastie and then a Mozart ball. The kilos will come back on quickly. I'm only eating Mozart balls now.

A letter was already waiting for me in my mailbox from the MHH. Two appointments. One for February. And one for November, I have to go for another blood draw. That scares me, because I sense what the result will be, and then I’ll be back in the hospital sooner than I’d like.

But we'll see.