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You either help Ukraine or enable the abusers
But stop telling us that we’re not doing enough as an excuse to ignore our suffering
We come back home with a whole cake and eat half of it each. Sometimes it’s an enormous chocolate bar – 300 grams. Every day it’s something. The more tired we feel, the bigger our appetite grows. But it hurts. My gallbladder hurts. His stomach hurts. I take spasmolitics to calm my gut but it doesn’t help. He takes anti-acid tablets because he can feel acid going up into his throat. I think I have that too, but my throat is just hoarse and it’s hard to swallow sometimes. I say it’s an allergy and just take antihistamine and acid-reducing pills. But I don’t know if that’s what I’m supposed to do. I have no energy for doctor’s paternalism. I’ve seen many doctors in my life. What would they say? Stop eating chocolate and drinking coffee? I wish I could, but I just can’t. If I stop doing that, I will stop doing the minimal work I do these days, and I will not be able to earn anything, and I just can’t afford it. Sometimes I also eat a whole tub of ice cream. Yesterday it was an ice cream + a cake. A particularly bad day, I guess.
This winter is worse than the two others.
I can’t read books anymore. I buy books but I can’t read. I don’t want to play games. I want to sell everything…