Gerson's therapy

A day written on time. There was a storm in the morning. I didn't want to go for a walk. It rained. I was blogging in bed and I didn't want to do anything at all. So somewhere until 2pm I was at home, I never went out. I listened to a bit of Michal Tombak's e-book. In the morning I also tried to hypnotize Adrian Zielony, but there was a problem with the connection. Maybe it's even good, because I didn't really want to do it. At 4 p.m. I went to a chess ring, but it turned out that they had closed for the holidays At 18 I went to Maks. His mother let me in, as if she wanted to wait outside. Max came in, gave me a massage and I returned home happy. The back was brilliantly massaged. At home, I saw Gerson's therapies. It made me believe in my own possibilities again. There was also a problem with the chimney - a lot of late lately, and mom's been pissed about dinner.