The advocate was not really able to reason with the General. I have been left to my own resources in the community and especially given my new diagnosis, it sucks!

I'm getting more support from the neighbours, the church and the Internet than I did on that forsaken ward. I wish they had prescribed me something to help me sleep though, at home, like Ativan(?) It's 3 in the morning and I am still awake.

The General has thrown me to the dogs.

At least I have the advocate's name should I need him again.

There is a thing more crippling than cerebral palsy: the prison of your own mind.