I am against the breeding of animals, so I also think any kind of pedigree dog is shit, but there are hundreds of thousands of homeless dogs (to stay with the dog example) that are just there. So what to do? Shoot them all? That's not a solution.
Nobody at the AOK checked anything. I sent off the application on Wednesday afternoon at four, presumably just before closing time. The next morning at 8.41am I had the rejection in the post.
Because what still somehow ended well with a mask, more or less, is now a gamble with life with a cannula. Which is totally my thing. If I can play with it myself.
I am not an expert. I'm not a doctor either. But I can read. In this case, a 179-page document from the German Society for Pneumology and Respiratory Medicine.
Preparations completed. 11:47 am. 2x Tavor 1000 i. V and Piritramid i. V. are in. Ventilation is battery-operated on dry tubes. Ready to go.
Pretending that all is right with the world. And celebrate the biggest pseudo-religious, commercialised festival of joy the world has ever seen. Merry Christmas.
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.
