amyotrophelateralsklerose

Pretending that all is right with the world. And celebrate the biggest pseudo-religious, commercialised festival of joy the world has ever seen. Merry Christmas.

I'd just like to avoid being in the ambulance three days later with Tavor and Dipi after my next discharge. That would be an approach, don't you think?

My liver looks like something out of a textbook. No trace of the excessive consumption of everything I could get my hands on. Even the doctor was amazed.

I was about to call the 24-hour pipe-cleaning emergency service. Emergency pipe-cleaning service, what a word. Something like that only exists in the German language.

I don't need to see the mirror image on my computer of three people chipping away at my neck and stuffing one bloody swab after another on it.

I think, therefore I am. But you make mistakes when you think. To err is human.

I could vomit when I hear all the idiots at the climate conference. So much concentrated stupidity and popular stupidity in one place is too much for me.

ALS patients do not suffer. But if they want to be beautiful, the carer suffers. Surreptitious advertising. A ge, sue me. There are more important things to do.

Family only. How I'm doing, what's happening in my life, what's on my mind.

In general, we live in a topsy-turvy world. In the past, a woman couldn't get enough welts. Today, women are afraid of hurting me.