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.

Seitenaufrufe: 557 Ja, spannende Geschichte. Vielleicht erinnerst du dich noch. Gleich von Anfang an hatten wir mit der PEG Pumpe nichts als Ärger (nachzulesen hier). Sie spackte in einer Tour rum. Und nein, man darf das natürlich nicht mehr so sagen heutzutage. Ich aber schon, schließlich bin ich schwer behindert, korrigiere, schwerbehindert (nachzulesen hier, Zwinkeysmiley). Damals behauptete ich forsch,...

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.

Seitenaufrufe: 504 (aka „Seine 1. Worte“) Wie nur allzu oft ist das Wochenende bereits angebrochen und ich habe wieder nicht geschafft, auch nur einen einzigen Post zu schreiben. Geschweige denn, auf „veröffentlichen“ zu klicken. Davon entfernt habe ich mich so weit wie selten. Und ich kann dir sagen, an zu wenig Gesprächsstoff liegt das wahrlich nicht. Wirf mal einen...

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...