Sarkasmus

No time has always been an excuse for no desire. Yes. No desire. No desire to get upset. There are more important things to do.

My ears are almost deaf. At least now I don't have to put up with my carers constantly phoning Mummy.

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

"The new one" who was left by me before she even really started working here. Which is not to say I didn't give her the chance.

I say bluntly what I think, sometimes through the nose, but always honestly. If you don't want to hear the answer, don't ask me.

How many hours do you think I work in a tightly scheduled 12-hour shift?

Hang digital picture frames everywhere in the flat and on the smoker's balcony and in the guest WC that show live what needs to be done.

Page views: 576 There was something, let me think. That's right. That was yesterday. Not that I'd forgotten. Or assumed that I wouldn't be forgotten this Mel. I don't want to hypothesise about the reasons for this, that would be an unnecessary waste of energy. I'm just saying that I've already told everyone that...