Yes, my dear fellow asylum needers, it is time for me to, indeed, leave for France!
Well at half past eight, not half past two in the morning, but you get the idea, I hope. Either that or I am going to have to start using single syllable words, if you you dont underdstand that- it means really small and easy!
What was I rambling about?
Ah yes, France. I don't want to go really, but I'm driving and translating pour mon pere, see how I done that, just slipped a lil french in there. Did that impress you? Well I hope that the french can understand what I want to say.
Its going to be a lot of fun with, what with my fucked up leg and that.
Ah yes, I went to the Dr's yesterday, she hadn't yet received my notes but guess what!?
No! come one, try harder!
Closer!
Yup that's it! She is rushing my notes through and referring me to the clinical psychology bit! I didnt even manage to tell her half of whats going on in my head, so that somewhat worries me.
If that is what she is doing for what she knows, without reading my notes, what would she have done if she had read my notes and I had managed to tell her everything!
I was meant to go and see the nurse today, to check my wounds, but I couldnt make it. Dad wanted me to do some work for him, just at the time of the appt and no, I couldnt do it at anyother time, or half an hour later, it had to be then!
Ah well. At least I have my Dr's appt when I get back.
Living with my family is making me worse I think, but there is no concievable way for me to move out at the moment, yay me!
Suppose I should bugger off and get some sleep.
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