Hey, sorry if I'm making mistakes at the tenth power, but I have a finger that got inflamed, and it was a mess. On the 12th, I went to the emergency room, then to my doctor who underestimated the problem, SO (quote PG) again to the emergency room, thinking, in vain it seems, that they would continue with it since material was still coming out, but nothing happened. So I thought, "might as well bite a tissue and do it myself." However, I spent three hours listening to people who were pulling their souls out of their lungs (or was it the lungs pulling out the soul? I couldn't clarify that). This put my complaints into perspective, even though they are completely different things; indeed, hearing and seeing someone who is worse off than you doesn't exactly comfort you, but at least it helps you put everything into perspective and understand that it’s just a phase of life and not even one of the worst. And today I went to the hand specialist who took me off the antibiotics (given by those dogs at the ER, dogs meaning that a dog with its paws couldn't have done either better or worse; I absolutely did not mean to offend NOA of @[musicalrust] nor all the other dogs in this world by comparing them to a human!!!) He gave me a solution prepared by the pharmacist for immersions, gauze, and bandages to protect it for at least 4 or 5 days. That's all folks,

eurythmics - ministry of love (extended mix 1984)