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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.

As if I'm magically attracted to that. Or a note stuck to my forehead that says "Give my doctors and me something to do, we're bored".

We are still talking about my eyes, nose and teeth. Not to mention my decubitus behind my ear, which of course has not improved one bit.

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

Has there ever been any research regarding possible side effects of scopolamine on urinary functioning?

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

This should have been a completely different post with my photo of the month. But somehow my chat with a friend today fits my mood better.

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.

"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.