Linda Morselli, the'ex-girlfriend of Valentino Rossi, took a big risk

Linda Morselli has had it really bad. The’ex-girlfriend of Valentino Rossi as well as Fernando Alonso told on Instagram in a long post what happened to her: “This is how a sea bass sent me to the operating room. (Then I want your stories: get over me if you can)”.

“Saturday, 9 p.m. Special guest. Me thinking, “Tonight I’m cooking my favorite fish: sea bass. It will be an unforgettable night.” And, yes. It was. Aperitif, music, wine, perfect atmosphere. Then he comes, the sea bass. I clean it “with love,” that is, with zero desire and zero patience. Result: meat + an infamous bone ends up on the plate. Obviously-I eat it. Obviously-it gets stuck. In the esophagus”.

“Me, genius: “Let’s do as the Internet says! Bread and water!” Perfect: now I stuck ALSO the bread. Panic → car → emergency room Saturday night → 6 hours → RX → CT scan arrives. The doctor looks at me: “The fishbone is there. Planted. And if you move too much it risks piercing the esophagus”. Perfect. I go back to the waiting room STRAIGHT as a lamppost. I don”t breathe too much, I don”t cough, I don”t bend over: zero unnecessary movement”.

“Hours go by → doctors → consultations. “Miss, we need to operate.” And so I become Linda, the sea bass girl. A reputation I definitely did not want. I fall asleep at 11 a.m. “Think of something good.” Me: undecided between Nutella, Ryan Gosling and Costa Rica. I choose Costa Rica (Ryan, forgive me). And off I go… I enter a pretty good parallel universe. I wake up HAPPY. Very. Maybe too much.

“I ask if I can stay in Costa Rica another 10 minutes. “No.” I ask if they can do stories for me. “No.” I ask A. to sing me a song. “No.” I start ” Hellooo, It’s me…okay, I’ll stop” I propose a TV series set in the post-surgery room. Guess what? Always no.

“So as they push me away on a stretcher, I shout my @IG and I appoint them my best friends. “SEE YOU AT THE NEXT SEA BASS!” The door closes. Dramatically. I come back to reality. I am fine. I am healthy, boneless and incredibly happy. And a giant thank you to all the staff at Sant’Anna in Como: impeccable, kind, reassuring and undoubtedly patient. (Special thanks also to R. A. and G. for the laughter and the Certificate for Courage). It could have been a quiet Saturday. Instead, I made friends with the surgery department. …Next time: pizza”, he concluded with a joke.