It's the last week of the month and I haven't written, it's gone by too quickly, I'm surprised. At the beginning of the second week of September I fell ill, I had to use the cough assist many times, I was put on antibiotics and the flu went away. The problem was that I was punctured 10 times, because the antibiotic came through the vein and my nurse almost put diluent in my blood, which would have killed me, said the doctor. The woman was going to put the wrong thing in my blood and it only didn't happen because she didn't get the vein, she makes a mistake of this magnitude, when home care returns - I hope it does - I won't call her back.

That brings me to the subject of home care, I've been without a nurse since the 11th. One good thing is that the new bed is due for delivery. Today (20th) my mum came up with the crazy idea of going to work and reporting to the guardianship council that I'm alone with my sister to be added to the home care file, saying that she needs home care to work. I haven't had any medication or other things for two or three months now, and my mum is paying for everything. We'll see the outcome of this endeavour soon. Because it was Friday, the council didn't answer the complaint.

I saw the opera Akhnaten by Philip Glass, which was exquisite, a modernist show whose universe, modernism, is nebulous to me. My mum's idea with the council didn't work out, they said my sister is big enough to look after me. And we've reached the end of the month, my tabletop oximeter has arrived, the only thing missing is the bed.