BUCHINGER DIARIES - DAY 19 I bought a statue today. Yes you heard me right folks a statue. A big one. Couldn’t help myself, none of the other therapies were working so I thought a little retail therapy might help. It did – until I got the bill. Then I had a heart attack.
BUCHINGER DIARIES – DAY SIXTEEN
BUCHINGER DIARIES - DAY 16 AN EMBARRASSMENT OF RICHES What a day today has been. Limped up stairs at the crack of dawn to see the lovely Helga for weighing-in and blood pressure. While waiting, I was sitting next to a rather elegant woman reading a whodunit. We started to chat, I told her about my problem and …
BUCHINGER DIARIES – DAY ELEVEN
BUCHINGER DIARIES - DAY 11 FASTING FOR PROTEST I heard yesterday that an Indian politician fasted for one day in protest of the corruption in the Indian government. FASTED FOR ONE DAY – sorry I can’t help shouting – THE WIMP. After nine days of fasting, let me tell you a one day fast ain’t going …
BUCHINGER DIARIES – DAY NINE
BUCHINGER DIARIES - DAY 9 LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI I've been thinking about sloth, greed and pain these past couple of days and what part they have played in my life. These internal musings came about as I was having my feet massaged by Mrs H - a giant German reflexologist. Mrs H pinned me with …
BUCHINGER DIARIES – DAY SEVEN
BUCHINGER DIARIES - DAY 7 It’s official I am losing my mind. Sunday morning and the sun is shining, Annie Lennox is singing about ‘diving into your ocean and talking like lover’s do’ and long, tall Stephanie is looming over me, asking me to hold it in, while holding a warm water bag at the right …
BUCHINGER DIARIES – DAY TWO
BUCHINGER DIARIES DAY 2 Woke up this morning and took hot steaming cup of pee to the lovely Helga. ‘Aaaah Zzzooo Mrs Moooounayerrrrrr, ve zlip aulright’ crooned the lovely Helga. ‘Noooo veee did not zplip aulright. Ve tossed und turned all night long’ I replied. ‘AAAAAAA vell, you vill zlip better tonight’. End of conversation. …
BUCHINGER DIARIES – DAY FOURTEEN
BUCHINGER DIARIES - DAY 14 The sun shone down on a green and pleasant land as my taxi driver, Reiner and I drove around a blue blue lake ringed by distant blue blue peaks. Destination, Lindau, a medieval walled town nestled on a small pedestrian-only island. Fluffy clouds ringed the lake and for a moment an …
BUCHINGER DIARIES – DAY ONE
INTRODUCTION In late spring 2011 I spent three weeks at the Buchinger Klinik in Southern Germany. I went primarily to lose weight and get therapeutic treatments for the herniated disk in my back which my doctors wanted to treat conservatively. It was a little scary going alone when I couldn't walk very well because of …
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