DasIstALS

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 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.

Handover protocol to look up the most important changes, for doctors, therapists, carers. And of course for Family & Friends.

Seitenaufrufe: 958 Ist viel passiert. Aber mal so richtig viel. Ich habe ja öfter mal viel zu erzählen, aber heute sprengt jeden Rahmen so richtig. Ich versuche gar nicht erst, mich kurz zu fassen. Das wäre aussichtlos. Alter Schweizer, das geht auf keine Kuhhaut. Darauf komme ich am Ende nochmal zu sprechen. Die Kuhaut und den Schweizer. Aber Spaß...