Diary

Anyone who buys Nestlé products like KitKat accepts the blatant practices of the company. It's sick. No shit.

Once the reputation is ruined... Nestlé conducts animal experiments and justifies them with an alleged legal necessity.

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But we wealthy, educated people have got it fucked in our heads if we believe that we can flood the markets of the poorest countries in the world with plastic waste and if it rots there in the wild - or doesn't rot there - it's not our fault and it's not our problem.

This went so far with me that they held meat dishes under my nose against my will and tried to "convert" me.

Page views: 546 Yes, exciting story. Maybe you still remember it. We had nothing but trouble with the PEG pump right from the start (read about it here). It sputtered around in one go. And no, of course you're not allowed to say that these days. But I am, after all I am severely disabled, correct, severely disabled (read about it here, Zwinkeysmiley). Back then, I boldly claimed...

That could have backfired badly. We were lucky in our misfortune. Does someone have to die for something to - maybe - happen? My doctor is convinced that I should have been fever-free two days earlier.

Pageviews: 492 (aka „His 1st words“) As is all too often the case, the weekend has 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...