My dear diary,
what can I say on a day in my life that is like no other. It all starts with the fact that my lucky streak - or should we call it a success streak - seems to be continuing. That is to say, I was touchingly cared for another night today. Not once did I wake up in pain. How can that be, when I was told it wouldn't work? I don't know either. I myself am quite amazed at what it means to be properly and regularly bedded. Wink smiley. That's why we do it. After all, I'm not lying around here for fun. I have to justify somehow that I finance more than five jobs in care. The fact that very few people want these jobs is another matter and has, well, reasons. But if someone gets lost in my care and makes a little effort, he earns my greatest thanks and respect. And that's not all. He also has a chilling service without emergencies and other annoying nonsense. Because the patient sleeps peacefully the whole night.
And boy, did he sleep well. Around twenty to eleven my inner alarm clock rings. I wonder if I'm actually planning to get up before my lovely domestic help arrives at eleven. Maybe it wouldn't be so wrong. What would she have to do, it rattles through my head. The medical equipment was cleaned yesterday. My KARE mirrored table has seen more glass cleaner in the past 96 hours than the previous six months. The vacuuming and mopping robot has been running. If I've noticed correctly, even the glass table on the balcony was wiped only yesterday. It's almost a bit scary. But I like it. Very much.
From then on, it's one after the other. Speech therapy at noon, followed directly by nail care. I was so behind schedule that I thought it would be a good idea to apply my ear drops at the same time. The timing was rather average. The fact that I can't hear anything with drops in my ears is not so tragic when it comes to nail care. But then, quite unexpectedly, one of my family doctors stood in front of my bed with a lovely new colleague. I can't hear anything with drops in my ear. Ring the bell, doctor, doctor, they could have told me they were going to pinch off my toe with a pair of pliers because we were all fed up with the fuss. My answer would always have been the same. You are the doctor. I trust your judgement completely. For my doctor, an honour, as he says, for me part of my philosophy of life. Transferring responsibility.
The ability to hand over responsibility, which I was denied for many years, is what has slowed down my personal development the most. Along with my personal development, the development of everything that occupies me. Starting with my own life situation, to the countless relationships of various kinds, to my own company. I've never had more free time and a higher salary, because since the company started paying really good employees really well. It's just the way it is.
Actually, that is perfectly logical. The only logical consequence of hiring experts can only be that those who do so are allowed to do their job on their own responsibility. Unfortunately, I did not realise this until late. Otherwise some things would have gone differently than they did. Not that they didn't go well. It's just that they could have been better much faster and with much less personal energy. At the end of the day, that kind of thing really pisses me off. Our own stupidity. Knowing it, understanding it, not changing anything. That is stupid. No, actually it's not stupid, it's dumb. I understood it all along, was just too cowardly to live it. The epitome of stupidity. I can very well blame myself for that.
I would be stupid if I didn't understand it because my brain is not capable of understanding it per se. That would be sad, but I couldn't blame myself for it, because I wouldn't understand it at all. Which I find insanely funny again. And no one has explained this connection better than John Cleese himself, who deserves the closing word today.
