22/02/2026
Is bariatric surgery worth the risk- words from a patient:
I learned the weight of minutes
when time pressed its knee into my chest,
when even thought arrived tired
and left before finishing its sentence.
There were days my body felt like a locked room
with the key swallowed by the walls.
Pain spoke louder than language.
Fog replaced my name.
And then—
not thunder, not a miracle trumpet—
but a soft return.
A chair that didn’t hurt.
A morning without negotiation.
The radical luxury of boredom.
Energy became a kind of sunlight
I carried in my pockets.
I noticed how thinking feels like flight,
how choosing is an act of freedom,
how ordinary is secretly holy.
Now I am greedy for the world.
I want streets and classrooms and trains at dusk.
I want to be late, to be lost,
to be young without my body interrupting.
I am no longer surviving—
I am arriving.
At days.
At movement.
At the simple, unbelievable fact
that I am here
and I get to live.