How f*cked

Oh, and we talked about how f*c*ed I was, about how my right knee was broken but healed itself as they were busy, how my right wrist was broken, about how they used to shake me by the right hand when I was having a fit, while my right wrist was broken and not noticed yet..... And he reminded me of how they couldn't keep me breathing when they were waiting for the Air Ambulance.....

Brissle

So me and Paul are travelling over to Bristol today so I can be assessed for my claim. Dunno what that means or what they are gonna do.... Wait and see

Flip, we have done it, 3 hrs in the car, met my father who had flown over for the meeting, had a delicious dinner, went and that chap talked about how f*cked I am/was, then said goodbye to my Dad, came back.

Where I tried to reach into the cupboard to place the 3 sugars I had got from the services in, and managed to knock out a whole bottle of sloe gin, which broke into a million pieces went everywhere, I had to get some of their staff to help