Oranje and other stars

I had two great days working. I additionally met a Swiss football legend, got a handshake from our Mayor and found out, that the Dutch deserve all this city's gratitude for turning it into a party hothouse full of cheering, partying and welcoming soccer fanatics. An Oranje army of fans populated the city during the whole day.
I was working in the Swisscom lounge in the public viewing zone today. A photographer begged us for a glass of water at our information stand. In exchange he showed us pictures from the procession of thousands of Oranjes walking towards the stadium across the Kornhaus bridge.
Around 8pm (40 minutes before the beginning of the game) a radio show was live hosted in the lounge. The reporter asked the Italian among her round of experts, where the Italian fans were.
"They are all here, but yet are having dinner at home in Bümpliz and Bethlehem, where they live." he replied.
He was right. 30 minutes later the fanzone under our lounge was half "azzuro" beside a Sea of "oranje". Once the game started I was told that I could leave for home, as they had actually more staff than needed, and I had had the longest shift. I prefered to watch the first half from the same place, as the atmosphere was better than even in the stadium. Two Dutch goals means being soaked twice under showers of beer spread by supporters. I also asked for aSchnupf (sniff) of tobacco from three teenagers standing next to me - as a compensation for my beer ban.
I also found out yesterday, that I actually speak Italian! At least as long as I only have to give schedules to "Tifosi" trying to catch a train to their fan camp out in the middle of Bernese nowhere.

So the bitch did not avoid me from working - but always stood behind me. It is mostly during work and on the way home where I am remembered of my state. And before I go to bed when I feel how my body refuses to recover from a normal unchallenging working day.
Last but not least, my doc has come up with the possibly cruelest idea since the start of my treatment. Forget pills, pain and side effects, the worst is: homework!
"I want you to document your state, the daytime of pain or well being and the possible causes." she said.
"Every day?" I asked?
"Every day!"