AusnutzenEinerMachtposition

No time has always been an excuse for no desire. Yes. No desire. No desire to get upset. There are more important things to do.

My first post at two to, not two past twelve. I went among the poets. My carers have found my blog.

My ears are almost deaf. At least now I don't have to put up with my carers constantly phoning Mummy.

There's nothing to lose. As of today, I'm quitting, starting my own company and poaching Matthias, July and indeed Tom.

The nurse who, despite photographs of evidence, cannot be convinced that tightly stretched ligaments cause pain.

There's a contradiction here, it means you did a sloppy job and I don't think it's OK, you see? That's why the shit falls on your head.

Maybe I want to polarise and offend with the MDK. Arouse emotions. To make you think. Because seriously, something has to change.

Pageviews: 479 (aka „His 1st words“) As is all too often the case, the weekend has already 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...

Page views: 548 Welcome to my world of a maximum of 3.5 hours sleep. Been like this for about two weeks now. Even in the presence of my sister and taking photos to explain, I'm told I'm wrong. The mask is on correctly. Apart from pulling it even tighter - which doesn't make it blow into my eyes any less, it just doesn't even blow into my eyes any more...

Page views: 478 Dear diary, ouch. This week is already off to a good start. If I don't publish anything at the weekend of all days, it's usually for the same reason. Without wanting to attach any importance to it: Maintenance. And without wanting to put a stamp of approval on care, individual positive achievements cannot hide the miserable overall performance of my care service. True story....