It is late summer day but it is still hot. Even I know that the autumn season will follow suit soon as the mid-summer festival is upcoming with only one month left. Autumn season is always cool and pure cloudy. It is good for moutain climbing too.Every this moment of the year, It reminds me time flies! As people said after the mid-autumn, new year is almost there!I really want to take a sigh and refresh myself.I hope Good!

I, on bed, with closed eye in stark contrast with extreme detective hearing, failed to adjust the pose into asleep. I hearing crickets singing, car`s wheels rolling over the road, objective existings with a piece of bemusement.    I depressed, a black hole lurking in my brain, have not been filled with, yes, the new knowledge. I do not know whether it stems from an kind of society anxiety or just as simply as an used habit.    The absorbed new knowledge daytime, sucked my energy, dismayed my confidence and at last with the end of the day triggering the brain to rest.    Once i tried to study before sleeping, but it`s not in my favor, following bizarre dreams not fit my appetite.    I am surrounded by new knowledge, priorize them and every time dig deeper more compound i find, so i have come to peace. The tip of the iceberg, one water of the sea, what you explored only witness where once your were and the changings, overwhelmingly push you here and there without your proactive. We are just a negligible sand in the era, be yourself is never a easy thing to prove.    Good morning, and fill my soul seems plausible right daytime.

what the world looks like across the Atlantic .Are there many engineers who become gods ,who are very humorous and who combine wisdom with wealth? Is Linus and Dannisili .qi holding two smart crystal balls ? Why are they better than bb prawns

I am always shy to admit I spent much time on English , However, I accept the truth I didn’t stuck to it for long period . I don’t know whether it is the reason that made me shy . After picking it up once again , I don’t care what I can get but want to do more in silence .Reading is the most important in the daily route,I am going to read books again and again until I can recognize all the words and sentence . just do it please !Writing is the second one , It is not the perfect one in all the articles but I will do it try my best . because I believe :practice makes perfect .Looking over English words and don’t consider how many I can get into my brain. Listening is an ordinary as long as I have time to spend , especially while walking and washing . It is hard for me to finish it according to plan

I happened to find one of my previous colleague writing something about where is home? It looks like a little bit obscurity for the concept of home nowsday. As people went outside to look their fortune, most of us probably stayed much longer time outside than our familiar hometown. That is why we sometimes found it was hard to specify what is the really home in our heart. In my childhood time, I thought grandmother there, it was my home. As i lived and stayed at my grandparents’ home for most of time during the year. Grandmother was getting old as time went by. When I found she was walking crippled and slowly, I could not get known to and understood that grandmother were old at that time. It was almost ten years since grandmother passed away. The house is still there, but it is surely not called home in heart. Parents are there, then whatever it could be called home, not matter it is the poorly bungalow or and luxury apartment. Home is the warmest place where you could act naturely, it is a place to soothe your pressure and sadness. Indeed, if there is a home you build in side of your heart, this home would be there to the eternal!

sometimes  you can give  your friend  a lot of  advices , or  you can comfort  your friends .but  sometimes  you can't give  yourself only one advice,you  can't comfort yourself .today i feel bad  as  once upon the time . it frustrate me long time .i bought a lot of book to help me .i do more  execises to help me .  as the people say  most people like to suffer the pain of  work   . but  most people don't want to suffer the pain of study .because the pain of study that you  must voluntary to suffer .but the pain of work will come to you  on the way ,it  look like that you deserve the pain of work .

When you
get cancer, it’s the end of many things. First of all, you have to kiss goodbye
to your orderly, highly structure life, I know sometimes life is a bitch, but
at least it’s a healthy bitch. So it’s the end of a normal life.

And then
just image that you stripped off in front of male doctors for CT scan, and
before you got time to put your cloths back on, the next patient, carried by
his son, already broke in. Oh yeah, it’s the end of your privacy.

It’s the
end of economical lifestyle—not for me yet, but I guess it might be very soon.
Many patient pals start to squander the money. It’s like carrying a bomb in
your body and you start to realize “I haven’t enjoyed my life yet! There are so
many places I wanted to visit but not, so many items I wanted to buy but not. And
what’s the use of saving money any way, for my husband’s next wife? “ So, you
see. I used to keep a record of every yuan I spent. This habit has been with me
for almost 10 years but now I’m thinking about quit. For example, my account
today would be: Breakfast: 10 yuan; Railway: 5 yuan; Hospital: 23981
yuan—it’s like a bad joke that hurts.

And
sometimes it’s also the end of your dignity or wisdom—I am not sure which one
it is. It’s been more than two months since I got ill and I’ve been to the
hospital like a hundred times, but I still haven’t figure out some procedures,
which combines with Are-you-stupid-kind-of-look from the assistant doctors made
me start to question my IQ.

For
example, how to buy targeted delivery drugs (PS, extremely expensive) is still
a mystery for me. The first time, my doctor wrote my prescription, and I went
through some procedures. So at the second time, I assumed it’s the same. My doctor
was not there, and her assistant refused to write out prescription because they
only write it on every Tuesday. It’s already the last day for my treatment, so I
had to beg her to prescribe. I pestered her for about half an hour. She finally
agreed, but she threw me her signature killing look, as if saying: “Leave me
alone, you filthy insect!”. This time, I remembered the Tuesday thing, and
because I was on drip that day, so I asked my mum to do it for me. Half an hour later, my mum came back with
tears in her eyes. I was pretty shocked because my mum seldom cried. That lady,
or perhaps she was actually the queen of the universe? still refused to write
out prescription. Quote: I didn’t know what you are talking about. Can you even
speak? （话都说不清楚！）” My mum was 70 years old. She might not know the name, but whe brought
all the paper with her. My mum asked all the doctors she could find, and
finally someone told her where to get the prescription.

I
thought this time everything would be OK. I am so navie. When I reported my
prescription, and I was told that my application is overdue! Nobody told me
anything. And I had to find the queen of the universe again. —-here, I really
didn’t want to relieve it.

Another
patient once said: “Because of this disease, dignity has become something to
stamp on.” Perhaps the queen of the universe really hates us, or perhaps she is
just overstressed, either way, it’s not worthy of getting angry. Yeah, perhaps
it’s not easy.

You
know, it could be worse. But as long as it’s not the end of hope, we could
handle it. And hope it’s in our heart, nobody except yourself can end it.

I cried twice. It really took some time for the news to sink in. So at first, you would stay calm. You even remembered to call you boss and asked for the sick leave. For quite a long time, you just didn’t realize what had happened. And then I received a call from my colleagues on my way home. They were worried about me, and they wanted to pick me up from the hospital. My voice didn’t quiver when I told them that it was not necessary, I was fine and I’d already headed home. However, when I hang up the phone, tears were all over my face. For the following days, I’ve been trying to brace myself up for it. I know it would be a tough battle, and I need to summon all of my courage, strengths to fight against it. And I hate to put any more stresses on my family. My mum is 70 years old, my husband is on the pills for the depression and anxiety, and my son, my son is faced with enrollment examination of the secondary school. Crying, or break down is simply something that I can’t afford. I can’t bring myself to allow it. So I’ve occupied with every day stuffs, daily reading and learning, pretending that my life is still the same and isn’t that screwed up. It helps. The more you don’t treat yourself as a patient, the less you would feel like one. Today, my final medical test would come out and the doctor would determine my treatment, which means tomorrow, I probably would leave home and stay in the hospital. Everything would not be the same. I shared my learning record on my moments. I’ve held on to it for 856 days without missing a single day. And I probably couldn’t continue it in hospital. After that, I’ve received a bunch of encouraging, comforting words from my friends, colleagues and family. More than one person left the message, texted me and said: “Just call me if you need any help. I’m here.” They brought me into tears. It reminds you of the good side of life. I can’t pretend the hard stuff isn’t hard. I know it’s painful, messy and terrible. But I can handle it. I’ve learned how to approach the pains, the sufferings, and the unknown and I won’t be all alone on this.

All the doctors asked me the same question: “Why didn’t you come here earlier?” Well, actually when I first felt uncomfortable, I came to Chengdu First’s People Hospital and I was diagnosed as Mastitis (乳腺炎). I took the pills the doctor prescribed but it didn’t work. I’d thought inflammation was not a big deal, so I decided to push it aside and fully occupied with my son’s school selection battle. When it’s settled down and I thought it’s the time to deal with my little problem. Three months have already passed. You see, my husband is extremely sensitive to his health condition. For the past three years, I’ve watched how his overly concerns are worsening pretty much everything. Subconsciously I went into another extreme. Whether overly concerns or totally ignoring is terrible, like the South pole and the North pole, frozen and rigid all over. On the second time I came to First’s People Hospital, I still got the similar diagnose. Only this time, I was recommended to see a TCM doctor. After giving me a rough body check, the TCM doctor turned very serious. She asked me to do a Puncture test immediately. I should do it the first time because B 超and 造影proves nothing in my condition. How could I know that? And the mostly important question is : how the doctors in First’s People didn’t know that? With just a rough body check, the doctors from both Cancel hospital and Huaxi all came to the same conclusion: it could not be Mastitis. The question is, normally you would not choose Cancel Hospital in the first place and as for Huaxi, you need to make an appointment at least a month in advance at their APP—with the help of fast hand speed and pure luck. After my husband got the news, he was on the phone for a whole night. That’s the way he handled a crisis, conducting every one he could find. And he finally got a very useful information: Huaxi has a green channel for Breast Cancel patient. Like another patient said, it was almost like winning a jacket pot. All the tests are handled with the first priority in green channel. Otherwise, you might need another half month to wait for a test result coming out. Want to hear my advice? Take care of yourself and don’t get sick.

The Djiboutians are generally
amicable to our Chinese living in Djibouti.

They often greet us
warmly “Ni Hao”, when we were walking in street or shopping mall.

However, this is not
always the case.

One day, policemen
stopped our car while we were passing a crossroad. Our car was driving by our
local driver, and I was sure that the driver did not run through the red light,
so I thought we would be released rapidly.

After checking the vehicle
documents, a policeman told us seriously that the annual inspection of our car
was expired.

Through a simple negotiation,
we gave him 5000 Djibouti Franc cash and we were released soon with no receipt at
all.

Once returning, we
planned to proceed immediately to the vehicle’s annual inspection. Finally our
vehicle was not inspected either, because the vehicle inspection office found
that the annual inspection would be expired in August 2019. No vehicle could be
inspected before its expiry date.