Since my diagnosis 4 years ago. When I went to my local GP’s because I couldn’t stand up & was told to go home & sleep by some idiot who wanted to be the Mayor, instead of practising medicine. Revered to be a god by the local Mosques.
After a visit to the hospital & an MRI, then told I had PPMS. I’ve had nothing but grief. All my savings stolen, constantly hounded by drug dealers & since getting my driving license returned. Always having difficulties finding somewhere to park in an area where every man & his dog is a Taxi driver.
Constantly being told I have mental issues & referred to groups of people with addiction problems.
I seem to be doing all the right things for the health problem. Nothing I’m advised to, I might add.
From Social Services, to religious fanatics & political gibberish. How on earth does anything help, when it’s all aimed at self preservation of those in the know, who steel what they can, to elevate their self worth & fakery. Using computer technology to steer the herd to chaos & strife.
I voted Labour & to stay in the EU. It wasn’t me shipping & trafficking refuges to work in UK car washes or as labourers on building sites.
I’m a white British male & made to feel ashamed of the country I was born & raised. All for the sake of scroungers.
If people knew how bad people with MS eventually get with a total lack of structure & guidance, by someone who see’s the real truth about the people who are thriving from all this mayhem & contradiction.
Only joking! I’m here to stay. Where can I go? I’m a white English man, existing in England. Ignoring what others tell me to do.
Time for a cup of tea & a biscuit. Sod what anyone else thinks.
I’ll power my sound studio up & go underground. Getting in touch with the vibration of mother earth.
Terry is a closed cell. Imprisoned by vultures. MS gets on my nerves!