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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.

Page views: 920 A lot has happened. But really a lot. I often have a lot to tell, but today is really out of the ordinary. I won't even try to be brief. That would be hopeless. Old Swiss, that's beyond the pale. I'll come back to that at the end. The cowhide and the Swiss. But fun...