It's not going well.
My bowels are going at a mile a minute. My bladder's not. I feel a little warm. If they put that miserable cathetar back in me, I shall be most.......upset, to put it mildly. If they don't put it back, I am stuck within these four walls forever.

And now Father Lindsay wants to see me. No! No! No! No! No! No! NO!

He wants to come tomorrow. No! NO! NO! NOT NOW, BLAST IT!

Why can't he just leave me alone? Why can't he and Doug just LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!

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