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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.

So you can also just turn the cushion for the seventh time. Another typical Yugo thing, men and women alike. Germans haven't done anything like that with me yet. Men as well as women.

If anything, no, if anything, I would be a populationist. Or, I would also find it kind of nice, not only an artist but also a subspeciesist.

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.

I always find it fascinating how nurses make statements about my state of health over my head.

What a mess. Oh, pardon me, what do I know about modern staff management and image building. I'm not an expert. I have nothing more to say about it.

Hang digital picture frames everywhere in the flat and on the smoker's balcony and in the guest WC that show live what needs to be done.

Page views: 503 There was something, let me think. That's right. That was yesterday. Not that I'd forgotten. Or assumed that I wouldn't be forgotten this Mel. I don't want to hypothesise about the reasons for this, that would be an unnecessary waste of energy. I'm just saying that I've already told everyone that...