day 32
morphine in sight, the real enemy, however, lingers intramural and is part of my self, or not? (If I would send him as the devil, I must exclude him from my cell assembly - which I do hereby So bugger off you you, and ye big assholes or I make you ready.!)
morphine ante portas
Now a week since I carry with Goering another similarity, the Adikt Morphinats. It is one of my many transformations - such as that which brings me to the keyboard more often on the incorrect amount to be taken.
The first Goering community is my shameful overweight. Unlike Goering however, I will most likely thin as a concentration camp inmate from thence draw, the only anticipated in joy side effect of this disease (it is hereby the last time I'll talk about my cancer as a disease - from now on is a war! and I hope not, I'm sure I will win this war! "You bastards, let's see who who finished here does!). Ill is a part of my own I find myself at war with a latecomer, with two even with adenocarcinoma, called Il Duce, and a Plattenephitelkarzinom named Adolf. This last one bigger pig in terms of destruction, he has formed a second axis, independently devised by Mussolini and creates, the metastases in my brain, the spinal column, in the adrenal glands.
My doctors (somehow, for the first time in my life, I can say that my doctors, I could my friend not me conscripts generals, admirals and marshals ", this would be more correct but cumbersome) hold the Duce for the less dangerous, we say this: The war is only against Adolf (ie not this pig Adolfo sets, only on a large Zuneingung the father of one of my best frend) to lead and his second axis powers.
Yesterday, we brought an Feurgefecht, with the most stupid enemy, my tumor in the brain - the last exposure date. Either we have destroyed it or kaltgesttellt. If he keeps his mouth for the next 60 years, it is pretty indifferent, "live and let live" is a nice slogan. I had to get old but 135 years ago, have not made freely and unselfishly willing to 23 years of my life!
against the Duce nothing is done would only weaken the struggle against the Second Axis. The doctors, my friends, but not exclusively serve me committed generals, admirals and Marschäle "shorter, my" well-meaning höchstgradige and highest-Frenmdenlegion give me between a couple of months to a year. How they are wrong!
I mean to know that they do this to me to stir, to provoke all my strength in me, and elicit my last reserves, but my last reserves I need to live according to present compromise another 60 years waiting for me -.! oh what boredom! I have to fight off all these years not all out. But benötige ich "meine letzten Reserven"! Mit Adolf und mit dem Duce werde ich mit links fertig! Schliesslich hat mich das Finanzamt MS-Innenstadt nicht fertig machen können, nicht einmal das Hauptzollamt, nicht einmal die Staatsanwaltschaft, nicht die Hauptfinanzdirektion, alles zusammen womöglich über 1 oder 2 ha groß. Und so ein pummeliger Plattenephitelfritze und ein Möchte-gerne-Mussolini im colon ascendens sollte mich um die Ecke bingen???
Unsortiertes. Das sortierte ist das abgestorbene.... 
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