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My co-operation is not desired. So maybe it is, but only if I do it the way my carer wants me to. Not...

They are so close together, praise and blame. It's all back to square one. What an irony that PDL and GF...

My first post at two to, not two past twelve. I went among the poets. My carers have my...

As if I'm magically attracted to it. Or there's a sticky note on my forehead that says "Give my...

I have no idea exactly how this works. I don't need to. You don't need to know everything. You have to...

We're still talking about my eyes, nose and teeth. Not forgetting my bedsore behind my ear, which...

My ears are almost deaf. At least now I don't have to put up with my carers' constant phone calls to my mum....

There's nothing to lose. As of today, I'm quitting, starting my own company and poaching Matthias, July and indeed Tom.

The nurse who, despite photographs of evidence, cannot be convinced that tightly stretched ligaments cause pain.

This should have been a completely different post with my photo of the month. But somehow it fits...