What I learned trying to change the World of Nutrition through Technology
Onthe morning of December 10, 2014, I pulled on a hoodie, grabbed my keys and iPhone, and walked out of my London flat across from Big Ben, towards Saint Thomas Hospital. I took her on the banks of the Thames, among people jogging, and as I looked at the top of my running shoes, I repeated the same phrase in my mind: “Your name is Sabina, you are 24 years old, you live at 1 Albert Embankment, the unlock code for the iPhone is 2642 and in case you feel worse, you have to tell them to call Emi”. The winter fog made the confusion in my head worse. Trying to control my heartbeat and focus on my destination at the same time, I felt that the simple act of walking was becoming too complicated. My legs were shaking, I was suffocating, and an immense weight was crushing me, making my whole body ache. Although I was moving forward, I could not look ahead. After about 10 minutes that felt like hours, I managed to look up and see the tip of the London Eye, the most visited attraction in the city. The hospital was somewhere behind her, out of sight of the tourists in line, and to get to the guard room I had to slip through them. In that last sprint, I hit kids with balloons and flags, stepped on people’s feet, and pushed a clown whose laughter froze the sweat on my back. It wasn’t until I got through the hospital’s sliding doors and found a nurse that I was able to say my first words of the day, telling her I was having a panic attack. She looked at me blankly and started asking me all kinds of questions, but I interrupted her and described my conditions. He gave me a Xanax and made me wait in a room with green curtains. Sitting on the wheelchair, I remembered the time in my childhood when my mother had frequent panic attacks.
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