10:40 Realitatea e așa cum a spus-o gura păcătosului Băsescu, alegerile au fost anulate fiindcă Ciolacu a fost eliminat, Lasconi ar fi ieșit președinte, au umflat numerele cu Georgescu ca să se sperie lumea, iar acum avea șanse mari în sondajele reale (cele numai pentru ei) și ăștia o sabotează...
(Ciolacu a ieșit atunci în peisaj din cauza unei călătorii misterioase la Budapesta cu 2 zile înainte de alegeri și a semnăturii (care uzurpa funcția de președinte) pe un tratat de care lumea iată, a uitat, în vâltoarea evenimentelor și meandrele concretului). Chiar, aia nu a fost nici o faptă, nu există nici o încadrare?
10:45 Eu pe asta cu banii de campanie n-o înțeleg. Este tiktok, este fb, poți să-ți faci liniștit un blog și televiziunile te vor invita oricum fiindcă ai fost pe locul 2 în primul tur anulat, niște haine bune ai pe tine. Niciodată nu am înțeles pe ce se cheltuiesc acești "bani de campanie". ("fake naraka"?) (she's so cute even when she bad-mouths me).
10:45 Eu pe asta cu banii de campanie n-o înțeleg. Este tiktok, este fb, poți să-ți faci liniștit un blog și televiziunile te vor invita oricum fiindcă ai fost pe locul 2 în primul tur anulat, niște haine bune ai pe tine. Niciodată nu am înțeles pe ce se cheltuiesc acești "bani de campanie". ("fake naraka"?) (she's so cute even when she bad-mouths me).
Asta cu campania e hă hă de pe vremea dinaintea erei comunicațiilor, când candidații "singurei democrații" într-adevăr trebuiau să călătorească din stat în stat cel puțin măcar pentru a-i vedea alegătorii pentru a justifica (vorbind strict juridic) cât de cât numele de democrație și cel de alegeri.
Timpul a trecut, dar retorica tradiției terminologiei democrației (sau tradiția retoricii, sunt puțin confuz aici) a rămas, nestingherită de realitate (click on youtube to read lyrics).
BTW just remembered something from the news. I can't believe she stole my thunder!
12:05 It looks like they figured a way to bring the back bend in my life, constantly,
8:00 PM On September 17 2002 (I know for sure because it was exactly 7 years after i started my job at Sheridan Fruit Co in downtown Portland) dr.Joseph Parent, after i went to him several times before, because of my incessant stomach pains, performed an endoscopy (gastroscopy) at the Providence Portland near I5.
First we agreed to do it without sedation, however, in that day he persuaded me a lot to start an IV on my arm ("what if you had a hart atach?") - probably to faster administer medication bla bla. Angela took his side and both convinced me and i finally agreed, being in constant pain. It started weird. When i saw how thick that thing he stuck on my mouth was, like more than half inch, and asked him about, he said "i could do a baby with this".
He came with at least one assistant male and one female. It was pretty uncomfortable as i was pushing myself to breath, i heard him saying. "Esophagus", "stomach", "gastritis", "duodenum". A couple of times i felt pressure on my back add heard weird noises, like something was thorn apart maybe like two pieces of frozen meat being separated then i felt like a void inside of me and was even harder to breath.
He continued backwards and then i started to feel some pinches. Biopsies, he said, and i counted 16 of them.
I think the pinches were done at esophagus level. He later told me it was for cancer, though we never talked about before.
In the end i eliminated lots of gas he pumped in me "carbon dioxide" he said, "for keeping the stomach inflated so he can examine it". In a few days i started to feel a very sharp pain in upper torso whwen i was moving.
I build myself some props on top of the arms of a chair so i can keep my arms on them to relief the pain cause back then, like now, i was spending my whole days at the computer (though never walking which brought me i a very bad shape). At night i was sleeping on right side only and if i moved i had a sharp pain near my spine.
Everything was pointing towards broken ribs, but was never confirmed through x-rays or documented.
A couple of years later i went to Romania hoping i could fix my stomach in a hospital there or get a travelling insurance and go somewhere like France (in the end i did).
However before that i went to Cluj, which is renowned as best place for medical treatment in Romania and got admitted to a hospital in the surgery section. I told the doctor there (who looked like a famous Romanian actor) that i would do everything to get rid of that pain, even surgery.
He kept telling me even in public that they are not butchers. Then someone introduced me to a student at psychiatry. I walked through half downtown Cluj dressed in pajamas accompanied by two cute female students dressed in white coats, to be seen by a psychiatrist.
In the end they performed another gastroscopy. I remember they put an icon with St.Mary holding Jesus in front of me. They where was a number of students, maybe 20 in the room who were watching that screen and they probably all seen the scars of those biopsies on my esophagus.
Then an X-ray on a very performant Philips machine (never seen something like that in the US). The radiologist told me i had so many scars from ulcers on my duodenum, my duodenum got bent. How come they did not see that at none of the two gastroscopies?
I am not sure why the pain started to subside a couple of years later, back in the US. Maybe because i used dentures in the last few years and was able to chew my food and had no more teeth infection (dr.Tanada, dr.Negru, others).
Maybe because i stopped using that 17 inch CRT monitor and got an LCD one. Maybe because we finally steam cleaned that carpet for the first time in 7 years. Maybe because they fixed the mold in the bathroom downstairs or had replaced the rusty, moldy water heater (no that was when i was working at Epson). Maybe because i sealed the lid to the attic, full of loose mineral insulation. Maybe because of one or two chiropractor's "adjustments" (he never caught me there again). I'll never know.
10 PM Somebody outside is hitting something, rhythmically, like unloading a truck bed full of sacks with something for quite some time now.
10:16 Nowadays is the never ending mountain of gravel that gives me irritation and yeah, some stomach and esophagus pain today (on top of everything else i described before). There was much noise and vibration in the morning. At some point when i went smoking i heard a carpet cleaner with an unusual high pitch soum pf about 500 Hz. Upstairs she climbed at 9:30 and probably went out through the attic right away. Nobody can stay in here.
10:30 There's a small chance of rain tomorrow, but won't penetrate deep in the gravel. Honestely, can't understand what they're doing and never been motivated enough to go take a picture and now it's too dark.
I opened the door thinking to go and look, there's a big raccoon outside.
10:47 Bought a bottle of charcoal online by re-ordering. I was a bit intrigued by the gray color of the capsules, but i thought it was the capsules themselves. Today i opened one and saw the charcoal itself was gray in color. I think it can absorb dust nano-particles in your stomach, cause the rest is caught by the two filters.
Ok got a bunch of items to return to Amazon.
