There must be a spirit world ... and he has a strange sense of humor.
So he sent me today as sick leave for a day working as a homeopath in hell.
I entered the room service and met people with dreadlocks, crisp bread and ate unsweetened tea from large cans does it.
Then I was taught that was on the whole site smoking ban ... I wanted to smoke, then I must change my clothes and go in street clothes on the sidewalk outside the main entrance, so that the house would get a bad image.
The patients had chronic pain there, mainly, which we tried with cottage cheese and caraway oil associations and ginger bag under control.
it was a coffee Muckefuck teas and soft, nothing should enable the charges in an uproar, especially not the ones created by the anthroposophical point of view powder had to take medication that they should relax and meet with the same sheer joy of life.
The dinner was of course strictly macrobiotic, vegetable and juice and Camembert dice on watercress. Some patients fasted
also, there was the juice fasting and the rice-linseed oil diet.
One bright spot was the announcement of a fine Happens by a staff breakfast, needless to say, of what this was.
Wrapped cucumber slices with dill, raw carrot cubes, indefinable cake into bite-sized chunks (apparently from Biovollkornteig with Fitzeln of dandelion and Rübenstrünken) and such more difficult to describe Cat fucker shit.
To top it hung in a prominent place in the service room or a card with the following inscription exempt irony:
"Some people do not smoke, drink, give up every pleasure and eat only vegetables As punishment, they are 100 years old."
That being said, that no one from my profession, which still has all the marbles, will be anywhere near 90, it reminded me of a quote from Titanic:
"The Health Acts like to forget that life is not necessarily 'meaningful by extending it. "
me on the whole ambience was quite an effect.
never (NEVER) I had so difficult restrainable urge me on the spot, two lines to put coke on the table to pull it ciggy and a flask from his pocket and hit my teeth like a hungry dog in something disgusting, which I touch not even usually with gloves. .. Pork with sauerkraut, for example.
Even now the memory of it produced in me a knee-jerk, almost panic grips with beer and cigarettes.
After all: it was an experience, so far away from the planet on which I dwell usually that the interest was already almost over. Fast.
At least I was able to use writing table, otherwise feels a something but not a pig.
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