That’s all there is
Nothing more than you can feel now
That’s all there is
I’m fucked! Renovations at dad’s place. Should I say more? Money and communication with the guys who are working there (one is from Georgia, another one from Azerbaydzhan) make me totally upset. Exhausted. And Gru, the bloody uneducated dog, stays with me these days.
Yesterday visited doctors. The gyneco is very happy with my pussy, said she’d never seen a pussy in such a perfect state! But the allergologist is sceptical about my bronchus. According to her I’ll get
- dry carbon bath
- magnet something
- physiotherapy exercises
- acupuncture (from Monday)
- massage (later)
Don’t forget that twice a week I have to visit the allergologist for injections against my trees and dust allergy; and the gynecologist is still very keen about making improvements and wants to see me every day (I might suggest that she’s a perfectionist).
I’m exhausted. Keeping in mind that I’m still unemployed… How do working women manage?..
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