Got the news this morning that my brother passed away. He had terminal cancer and nursing him 24/7 wore me to a frazzle, landing me in emergency with anaphilactic shock as of the 6th of June. I was in intensive care, bed ridden and in an oxygen bubble until I could breathe properly on my own. I could not speak for all the intubations and on a drip I was allergic to. I was transferred to Freiburg, where I collapsed during therapy in their intensive care. By this time I was able to speak again and explained that I take a particularly violent reaction to sunflower oil, among other things. It was in the drip so they took me off it, but I had a bitch of a time getting properly fed. I lost 30 kilos in the ordeal, my legs purple and peeling. That's when the head doctor finally put me on antihistamine. They sent me home a couple of days earlier to give Bro my farewell. He was in morphine limbo so all I could do is hold his hand. As of July 20th I'm off to rehab for 3 weeks in some remote clinic in the High Black Forest. When I get back I have to pack up my belongings and find a new place before the end of September. God knows if I will find one. I can only hope. Keep well my friends.
