This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Thursday, 27 December 2012

Hi peeps,
I need to see a doctor really,

send me a million pounds, I am not going to struggle with NHS doctors as they have not helped much.
My insides hurt, and it is not because I have eaten a lot or anything.
It took the NHS doctors a few years to realise I had a bleeding ulcer an a hernia etc, even though I kept going to them and telling them blood and vomit. Humpf. I have paid for my own physiotherapy because otherwise I would be in a lot more difficulty than I am, waiting for months for an NHS appointment as I did.
And I am homeless.
And yet private treatment is more effective and I am treated better by private medical people.

ouch, I don't want to be examined.

The NHS is great in a way, because I have lived in a country where every GP appointment cost £40 and dental treatment was too expensive to think about. But I am not getting much help from the NHS right now. I am paying to be assessed by the clinical psychologist in January.
Never mind food, I need medical help.

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