Monthly Archives: July 2023

"The new one" who was left by me before she even really started working here. Which is not to say I didn't give her the chance.

So it's not for non-swimmers. I'm drowning in drool. My ear hurts. The beeping from the PEG gets on my nerves almost as much as that woman.

She does not listen to me or her colleagues, nor is she willing to look at my care instructions even once. She doesn't even read the documentation from the care service.

So you can also just turn the cushion for the seventh time. Another typical Yugo thing, men and women alike. Germans haven't done anything like that with me yet. Men as well as women.

If anything, no, if anything, I would be a populationist. Or, I would also find it kind of nice, not only an artist but also a subspeciesist.

Fiji has been hit hard. Once through the middle of the cloud of smoke, all her plans dissolved as well.

Of course, I'm not saying I'm writing a book. But maybe I am writing a book.

This week I have been very preoccupied by a sentence that I have heard for the third time now from nurses. "I really don't care what happens to the earth after me.

I say bluntly what I think, sometimes through the nose, but always honestly. If you don't want to hear the answer, don't ask me.

I must be the only person on this planet who can mentally bridge the gap between a urinary catheter and his preference for serial polygamy.