Pomeranian is dead

July 2 - Pomorski NieZyje - a lot of sandwiches for breakfast, probably 6-7 with butter. Earlier strawberries. - Rafal Pawlik Morning + notebook. He broke my code :) I need to protect it better. - running: mom meeting. - EXPERIMENT: Inka + Citrosept + 100mg Tramal + shower (relax) + stretching - Chaotic preparations for today's visit at Macikowski's - I prepared for this purpose an excursion dinner which I ate later - I was getting ready to sit quietly in the bus - On the spot in the hospital it turned out that Dr. Macikowski is 1-2 hours late. On entering I simulated the hips (batteries in shoes), eye (sol). Unfortunately, as usual, I didn't do much. At least, out of his own free will, he wrote me some rehabilitation treatments :) I also fixed the sound on the computer for him. It took me 2 minutes. - I drank a lot of grapefruit juice. Interestingly, despite the fact that I took the tram around 12, I did not feel its effects for a long time. On the bus to NT, that is, a little before 4 p.m. I decided to take another dose of it - He worked in the hospital. Pleasant relax blogs. And I took the tramal to falsify the neurological examinations. Unfortunately, the doctor did not have the opportunity to examine me. I suppose that once the doctor examines you, he doesn't want to do it anymore - according to their nonsense procedures, it has already been examined. Not everyone studies as reliably and thoroughly as feathers. The end and period are checked once. - Going to register for the next visit, it turned out that dr. Pomeranian is dead. There is no urology clinic at the moment. A little bit so to speak choked me. I felt sorry for the guest ... - Before going to the hospital, I read an email from Vanessa saying that in the coming year I would be facing ... a court ... or similar administrative matters. The only thing that comes to my mind is counterfeiting prescriptions .... Gee, that's how I started to think about it and worry about it that I completely fell out of the game and my self-confidence to the neurologist ... Then I made up a bit, but still didn't do everything. Maybe 60-70%. I didn't even take the result of the consultation. - I made an appointment with Marcin in the office for tomorrow. - Coming back home, under the influence of a large dose of tramal with grapefruit and other additives, I went to the spa café. I took a seat, ordered a juice and sat on a comfortable armchair. I asked Pania for a wifi password and decided to meditate a bit. Exactly. I have developed a specific breathing technique for my meditation. It is about letting the body breathe in when it needs it. This makes observation easier. And that's all. And so I was stuck in the spa cafe until 21:30. It was nice to order something, this juice for PLN 3 and enjoy the mental comfort and made something new and in addition I'm in a luxurious restaurant :) - I ate again for the night. This guilt again ... I didn't want to eat, but I ate chicken in the park. At home, too, and a miserable kitchen, and this is after all a meal for the evening. In addition, do not train. Eh, my guilt is zeroing me. Fuck mac. I think I need to stop affirmations for some time, I eat when and only when I'm hungry. I will come back to it next week when I start training. - In addition, today was a day where I hardly wandered chlamydia. - A very interesting and successful day. - Oh, while still in the hospital, I heard a lady tell stories like: because he was young and the doctor said that he was fine. Where have I heard this... - It's just before 23:00. A moment ago my mother, that fucking whore and bitch attacked me again! She, as usual, has this, her feminine, manipulative voice towards me: take it easy: - get the fuck off me - what do you need? variegated, then take me not to bother (putting on headphones) - go ahead and think about yourself and your actions. - maybe not too original, but at least I came up with something.