Page views: 573 This is roughly what it looks like when I say the screenshot is self-explanatory. Here, for example, is an email that caused a lot of incomprehension and resigned head-shaking from my doctor in the second half of the week. As funny as this may sound ex post, we're still talking about two days of unnecessary fever. And this is what my message looked like:...
Pageviews: 541 (aka „His 1st words“) As is all too often the case, the weekend has already arrived and I haven't managed to write a single post. Let alone click on „publish“. I've been further away from that than ever before. And I can tell you, it's not for lack of conversation. Have a look...
Discussion with a carer about whether it is really a nail fold infection, as my doctor claims. She is of a different opinion. If she has her way, I'll have to get a new chiropodist straight away. Guys, she's getting on my nerves.
What kind of week was that again? Hardly a night without trouble. Last night? It was okay, I think. I'm about to file what happened under „unimportant, forget it“. That's how I started writing my text. Yesterday. Today? I'd have to revise that. After four hours of sleep, I had to be vacuumed badly. Reason follows. After all, I said that...
Page views: 608 Welcome to my world of a maximum of 3.5 hours sleep. It's been like this for about two weeks now. Even in the presence of my sister and taking photos to explain, I'm told I'm wrong. The mask is on correctly. Apart from pulling it even tighter - which doesn't make it blow into my eyes any less, it just doesn't even blow into my eyes any more...
Page views: 519 Dear diary, ouch. This week is already off to a good start. If I don't publish anything at the weekend of all days, it's usually for the same reason. Without wanting to attach any importance to it: Maintenance. And without wanting to put a stamp of approval on care, individual positive achievements cannot hide the miserable overall performance of my care service. True story....
I inform my nurses and still inform my doctor. He comes by immediately. Inflammation again. Pus. Blood. Some contaminated ointment residue. Swab taken from the skin and sent to the lab. Thank you. To the whole team.
I would have to have a PEG inserted. Because then I could be mobilised in a wheelchair and pushed out onto the balcony, as living in bed has no quality of life. That's what I was told by the care counsellor at my care service.
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