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:

Sunday, 24 March 2013

4am in the morning peeps,

I wasn't really asleep, I was in pain from a raging sore throat and temperature, then I started coughing, and didn't stop.
I also realised that I have been dependent on herbal remedies for sleep recently and haven't taken any kind of meds.
So I got up, coughed up loads and loads and loads of mucus and blood and took a herbal remedy and a beechams all-in-one capsule and some nurofen.
Unfortunately the coughing does not mean I am getting better, it did not mean that the other guys were getting better.
My lungs hurt a lot.
I am brewing a hot drink and I am worried because I am supposed to be at breakfast at 8am and I am going to be an utter wreck.
I want to go to church and ask the loud priest to pray for me in the morning but I do not want anyone catching this, it is not just absolutely lethal, it is very infectious.

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