Therapy

I'm the one patient walking into a clinic with a thinkpad and 4g internet connection (guess why this took so long... (: , they leveraged me into stopping to smoke again in contrast ). Don't feel sorry for me. I then will spend most my time reading again. I had to assure to not look at their WLAN and this (lame) thinkpad of mine has to bee inspected another time (so i don't hide anything) by some officials.

I suppose before November nothing won't happen. And even then: The therapy i will do is maybe only the second "hardest" after my first including all their christian indoctrination.

Again they then will tell me to play volleyball because of "we are a team here" . Then i possibly break an ankle again (fourth time to come) and go into ICU.

I learned a long time ago that people, no matter which profession, don't listen to me. So i do as i'm told. Then they fail. Not me. :-D

Anyways i'm not regarding this as a vacation.

I regarded therapy itself always as a chance. E.g. in actually talking with people that score higher on the insane-scale than me.

The fun fact on this one is: I recover in the first four weeks, when my body starts regenerating. Other fellows start to push the big wheel just then.

This is the giant wheel of fortune. I regenerate while others somehow start to hear voices.