Hit List (Week 24)
I inform my nurses and still inform my doctor. He comes by immediately. Inflammation again. Pus. Blood. Some contaminated ointment residue. Swab taken from the skin and sent to the lab. Thank you. To the whole team.
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Your body? Exactly not.
Page views: 907 People simply don't want to believe me when I say that I'm not hungry or have no appetite right now and therefore don't want any more food to drink. People simply don't want to believe me when I say that 1.5 litres of the finest Munich tap water via the PEG will last me until 4pm. I'm not in the mood to drown. You want to...
But in the dream I was with you.
Page views: 922 Dear diary, my warmest Easter greetings. For the readers of my blog, I wish you a belated Happy Easter. I still blur the date and time of my posts to make it impossible for third parties to establish a direct link to a person. And obviously, while I was writing, I thought that these lines were probably written around Easter...
Really? Are you serious?
Page views: 679 Dear diary, help me. I don't want to have to lie in my nursing bed again and watch a trickle of blood run from my mouth into my pillow. After all the trouble and stress I've just had because of my bleeding gums, I've had enough for the next few weeks. I already have a toothbrush ban...
Medium Rare is for wimps.
Page views: 825 Dear diary, I can say with full conviction that I would love to have a totally boring day. One where so little happens that even sleeping and YouTube are too boring for me. Even though I love to sleep. Just to grumble again in bad old fashion: why am I so often criticised for...
Count Patricula
Page views: 773 Dear diary, my day today is starting just as shitty as yesterday ended. Just like I used to like my steak before I turned to the dark side of the Force and went vegan. Bloody. I deliberately say vegan living. Not eating a vegan diet. For me, vegan doesn't mean militantly not eating any animal products...
For heaven's sake.
Pageviews: 729 This article is part of a series. I thought I had reached the height of idiocy when I was told that I didn't need sterile gloves to insert a urinary catheter. And then, miraculously, I had a germ down there. The theory was that it had come from the hospital and had only just been noticed. Hm, but on the tail...