Still wondering about my sanity?  Stop.  I am out of my mind.  The first time I walked into Scarborough Grace Hospital was on May 16, 2007.  I felt awful – I knew I needed help.  What did get?  Right – the treatment!!!  Professionals treated me as a nutcase, they locked me in, tied to the bed and well, the story is fairly long– I will tell you later. Oh, yes, I will.

Coming back to my number.  42.

Speaking about coincidences – Form 42 – Mental Health Act.

Dated May 16, 2007, it has two checkmarks

The Physician certified that she has reasonable cause to believe that you have:

• Shown or are showing a lack of competence to care for yourself;
• Serious physical impairment of you.

That is for coming to Hospital seeking help.

Forget 2007.  Now comes 2008 – I was hospitalized two or three times. The first time at the Scarborough Grace hospital again.  I was locked up again.  That is where I met him.  I just opened my eyes from the deep sleep induced by the bloody medications and He comes in singing “That is Amore”.  It was very extraordinary.  A few days later when we were allowed on the regular premises of the Psychiatric Ward, we were sitting outside on the patio and I was half-asleep as usual and then I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw – He jumped two meters away from me.

I asked him “What happened?”

He said: “I just got an erection”

I said: “What did I do?”

He said: “Nothing. I just looked into your eyes!”

That was the moment I will never forget.

Later I bought him a souvenir == a sailboat “Blue and Crystal”, but he was mad at me and he refused even to look at it.  I still have it, it is a souvenir and an inspiration.

There is the song – That’s Amore by Dean Martin –

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpPvl0X1hKA&feature=related

In Napoli where love is king

When boy meets girl here’s what they say

When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie

That’s amore

When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine

That’s amore

Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling

And you’ll sing “Vita bella”

Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay

Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool

That’s amore

When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet

You’re in love

When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not

Dreaming signore

Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli

That’s amore

(When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie

That’s amore

When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine

That’s amore

Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling

And you’ll sing “Vita bella”

Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay

Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)

That’s amore

(When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet

You’re in love

When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not

Dreaming signore

Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)

That’s amore

Lucky fella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)

That’s amore

(When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet

You’re in love

When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not

Dreaming signore

Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)

That’s amore, (amore)

That’s amore