19/2/09.

Hoover,
Passport,
Bath, Painkillers,athletes foot,
Hairdye; lighter, golden, senna

Toilet rolls

Sisters congrats card

Clothes; washing liquid.

Homebase for things;

Dustpan and brush,
Plunger,
plates,
lamps,
cutlery.

Ready Brek,

Vege burgers

More soap for bathroom.

Date
?/?/?

Memory card> buy
Johns for DVD,
Bath,
Burn CD for Jay and my sister.


I have hard stools,
making me really hard.
Constipation,
Short of breath,
cholic burping,
fits, temper and delusions.
I feel like other people can read my thoughts, am frightened, Voices putting me down, in Herd mentality, Other peoples thoughts and voices and actions , critical of me in the block of flats where I live.


Reasons for Patients Rights

I feel sometimes that carers are too personal, should I disclose my sex life with my boyfriend ?

If I always look at the bad, Its like a self fulfilling prophesy, the diagnosis'mentally ill' snowballs and before long , the skies the limit in degenerative conditions.

There should be a guideline about whats acceptable for the patients- a line you don't cross.

Embrace your difference, not reject it, people are unique and should be treated as such !


6/3/09.


A nice nurse; clear, straightforward, and kind,
A queer nurse; distraught, tempremental and blind.
All comes at you, like snow in March.
All minds made up on a concrete path.

Time, is it linear, chronological, cut in half ?
Or is it random, chaotic, a pattern like a
Jackson Pollock's splash ?

I feel sick at this craving; wanton, waiting.
I'm like a dowager, hidden away, lady.
Where is my middle ? Meeting of minds ?

They tell you to live and die.
Sporting a broken down promise.
I stand on the periphery of things,
And slowly get washed in by the
Divinity of dreams,
Made real after praying
For my family to surround me
Like a host of golden daffodils!

My Nana and Grandpa
Especially, in my time of
Need, comfort me still.
That knowledge, helps to
Complete my feelings.