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I am looking for an anime. In the Anime is a scene (it’s the only scene I know) where a bunch of kids play a game. Another girl comes though the door and screams something. The kids make a pretty cool leave through the window.

Anyone knows that one?

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I have just noticed that my brother and I deal very differently with our father.

While I accept all the money he gives me and all the present as something you might want to call compensation.

My brother doesn’t accept any of that. He either gets talked into it or straight up turns it down. I think it might be because he doesn’t want to owe anything to him.

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I can’t believe it took three months for my blood test results.

I also can’t believe that after we have asked so many times of the rest of the results arrived, they actually noticed now, two months after I got some parts of the results, that I have a severe enough case of Vitamin B9 and Viatmin D lack to call me even though I have got another appointment in two weeks and send me a recipe for pills.

What the hell is even happening?

Why is my life such a mess?

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Watch Descendents of the sun they said. It’s gonna be fun they said.

You will cry your soul out is what they didn’t say.

You will adopt a baby doctor and will suffer with him is what they forgot to mention.

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I have messed up my tendons in my legs. Left leg primary. Holy fucking shit that hurts like a bitch. Could be an inflammation or something like that.

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Just learned that I have been misdiagnosed with asthma. But not really, because I do have a minor asthma combined with EILO.

If you are wondering, what the hell EILO is, then don’t worry. Apparently even doctors usually don’t know.

It is short for E[xcercise] I[nduced] L[aryngeal] O[bstruction] or something like that.

It means that upon exercise my Larynx is basically constricting (?) and I can’t breathe probably, which totally explains why I could get myself out of asthma attacks without a spray, but still react positive to the inhaler.

It is a mix. And it is rubbish. I am gonna go to bed.

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If I wasn’t so tall I would be a little, nasty gremlin, on a mission. The mission would be destruction and chaos.

But not actually because I am a volunteering paramedic and I have got enough work without creating my own.