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But already the cut comes. I have done nothing. And nothing happens. No more bedding, no more suctioning, no more foot bath prescribed by the doctor. Everything fails.

Page views: 512 Quite a lot of content I've produced here in the past few weeks. It's easy to lose track. Wink smiley. To make sure you don't miss any of the most read articles, I'll briefly introduce you to some of them here. My click numbers are ridiculous and negligible. What the heck, van Gogh only became famous after his death....

"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.

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.

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

I always find it fascinating how nurses make statements about my state of health over my head.

Hang digital picture frames everywhere in the flat and on the smoker's balcony and in the guest WC that show live what needs to be done.