A brothel is a house that is in the increase of pleasure. A hospital is a house that is in the increase of patients.
No stop, can not vote yes.
A brothel is a house that is used in the production of pleasure. A hospital is a house that is used for production of the sick.
So that's getting worse -
A hospital is a house that is used to eliminate diseases. A brothel is a house that is the abolition of the joys.
Grmblzfix ...! One thing is clear: To the joy of coming home a little sick, and the hospital is rarely joy ...
At midnight, I landed on the emergency, which hold Sottigen-like-me from going on and to. Even wizards are powerless in certain situations, but they call for help. Anne also promised to care for the troubled ... As for Kafka four-thirty, in spite of all enlightenment in the emergency department, yet it was clear no diagnosis, I moved to the ward where I was then given two hours to the Intensive fast asleep. In the morning, I was informed, one would push me into the oven and bake for a crispy Semmeli out of me. Then I could go home.
love employees of the Federal Office for balance, harmonize and Fernunft (BAARF!!): For two (deux / due / two / dos / dva) minutes tube, I was twelve (douze / dodici / twelve / dvanest uh / ) hours in hospital. Have breakfast, lunch and dinner eaten and had to with hands and feet against the adoption of the nurse to spend another night here, stem, an effort that I still, days later, almost litzt. Comma, comma, coma? This is just a digression on the subject of health care costs.
the morning, around eight, a carriage rolled with a mounted shelf at waist height to the room, a laptop on it and behind a focused lady in white. After a couple of Double-they knew my name and what I miss and what I have.
Hm
From nutrition techniques of postmodernism, they have not, ! Keeeeeeiinen! Shimmer! Fried pork cutlets! An epitome of Federal Essensunkultur: muesli and coffee in the evening! How was that with the definition of "hospital" ...?
So to make it clear and take the wind out of the sails of those who want me put away as a cynical snake: for intravenous pain medication on an emergency I am eternally grateful. The consistently absolutely friendly appearance of medical and nursing staff and any (jegliches!) absence bossy know-it impressed me deeply. Also, these people have listened to me! and not aimlessly herumgehudelt (which help in many places as, ' applies). That no diagnosis could be made, no reason for my cramps and just the nice man did to the emergency, what is ataxia, be dahingeunkt softly ...
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