Hyperbel

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

Date wrong, diagnosis wrong, course of illness wrong. This is how you successfully defend yourself against an unjust MDK report.

What a rude act. The MDK thinks they know better than the experts from the German Muscular Dystrophy Society. What do we know?

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.

"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.

I say bluntly what I think, sometimes through the nose, but always honestly. If you don't want to hear the answer, don't ask me.

How many hours do you think I work in a tightly scheduled 12-hour shift?