"Do you believe in rock and roll, can music save your mortal soul?"

So, remember how I said I had this cold I couldn't shake off, with a sore throat and all? Today I went to see an otolaryngologist, because after three weeks I was getting worried, and it turns out it's not an infection like I thought, it's just another goddamn kind of panic attack, just in tiny form. It has a scientific name and everything. He prescribed a lot of rest and some sedatives, but as soon as I walked out I called my therapist and she forbade me from taking any meds. Since tomorrow I'm leaving for Rome, four days in the capital with my aunt, uncle, and younger cousin, she said the only cure I need is a holiday, and a lot of therapy when I get back. Good, because I really don't like meds that make me drowsy. Bad, because I'm so pissed off at my damaged brain right now that I really want to break something.

So I came back, made myself a cup of scalding hot herbal tea and aggressively played American Pie on my ukulele until I felt better. As it turns out, one can aggressively play the ukulele. Who knew?

So yep, tomorrow I'm leaving for Rome, and I'll come back on sunday with lots of pictures! It's my first time there, so I'll just visit all the obvious tourist spots, make Gina Lollobrigida impressions to make my aunt laugh, and eat everything in sight. Sounds like a plan. ^^