Limbo! (or: How low can you go?)

"Things can't get any worse, it can only get better from now on."

One morning in the jungle a huge gorilla wakes up. Widely he stretches his powerful arms, yawns intensely and while beating his impressive chest with his clenched fists he fills the jungle with his bellow, roaring: “HMMMMMMM, I could kill a lion with my bare hands”.

Then suddenly behind him he hears “WROOOOOOAAAARRRR”. He looks over his shoulder and really close-by there is this humongous lion. He then turns his head forward again, taps his chest with his forefingers and whispers: “Such stupid things a monkey can say”.

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One happy fatalist (12)

The accident two months ago made me into a real man; I can only do one thing at a time now.



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Why do I blog?

Writing helps me understand and cope with various aspects of life.
It has a therapeutic effect on me as a creative exhaust valve for my frustration, anger, love, doubts, pride, humor, sarcasm, irony, skepticism, happiness, sadness, friendship, fears and indignation. I mostly write for myself, trying to catch a thought into one sentence and as compact as possible.

I'm not really sure why I let others read it.
Is it that I find it relieving to “say” things out in the open or do I have negative motives like exhibitionism, attention-seeking and/or self assertion?

The essential Circumspection

The times they are a-changing
(It's a nicer amble on the other side of charity.)


Knockin' on heaven's door
(Can you please pick on someone else now?)


Jokerman
(...)

One happy fatalist (11)

I can't say my life is boring.



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Chutzpa

The doctor who treated me the first four weeks after my accident, and who did not diagnose me with severe concussion nor three broken ribs, recently accused me of “medical shopping”. He did this when he found out that I had switched to another hospital (where they did diagnose both).

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Finally a good hand-job

Eight weeks with people playing doctor; people who avoid all physical contact. Blindly relying on their impressive toys to make all sorts of scans and pictures. And when their toys don't detect any “hardware” problem then the complaints must be imaginary.

One hour with a manual therapist; the first one in 2 months who actually touched my neck. And he located the exact place of my problem in my neck's soft tissue (apparently not detectable by any of the fancy-schmancy doc-toys).

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Let's play hospital!

The difference between doctors and boys is the price of their toys.



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No wolf no cry

All human things are subject to decay
so why not friendship?