Not the brightest mood. My friend told me a joke which now became real. It's happening at the doctor's reception:
Man: I'd like to sign up for a rehabilitation.
Receptionist: Sorry, we don't have any terms this year.
Man: But I don't know if I'm still alive next year.
Receptionist: That's ok, I'll sign you up with the pencil and if something happens I'll erase it.
I have 4 weeks of rehabilitation, new pills and I have to buy a specialist belt. And I have no f. idea, where I'll find available terms. And I'm so sick of this pain.