Dear Diary: I Just Tried To Hang-out In My Backyard And It Is Not Quite Comfortable

Since my dialysis last night I had a thought to try to hang out at the back of our house. It is really a good place because m father just transformed it into something really ugly so to speak. Well I am ugly anyways but our place here is not this unpleasant to the eyes-looking backyard, its just my father pickup things and patch it up somewhere.

Here you can see the still working artesian well where we used to take a bath naked when we were still kids, we used to drink water from it but now it is not drinkable but used for washing clothes mainly. You see the stove there as well which is inefficient in cooking because of its low flame output, the meat goes hard before it gets cooked.

The roof also got blackened by soot from the firewood that he lights up to heat some water and he uses used oil for goodness sakes so it causes him to never lose his coughing problem. I already had shown him how to make a rocket stove but he just chooses his lung-blackening self-invented firewood stove.

I would like this place to get renovated soon but medical problems in my family just are postponing my plans and I do have to prioritize my own medical needs because I have the fervent belief that I can never get some help from my relatives but more probably in steemit community, while requesting help from the government is just downright unreliable if not inefficient and inffective for my medical needs.

I also just want you to see how my bones transformed me from a beautiful butterfly into an ugly beast and it is just uncomfortable lying in this hard seat with no cushion, it just heats my back with pain. So I hanged around for a while to see if i can be comfortable there but i really is not a good place which is why I often chose my room even though it is hot all the time.