Sarkasmus

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.

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

"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?

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.

Seitenaufrufe: 511 Da war doch was, lass mal nachdenken. Stimmt. Das war gestern. Nicht, dass ich es vergessen hätte. Oder davon ausgegangen wäre, dass man mich dieses Mel nicht vergessen würde. Über die Gründe dafür möchte ich keine Thesen in den Raum stellen, das wäre unnötiger Energieaufwand. Ich sage ja auch nur, dass ich das schon vorher allen gesagt...