There is a reason I am now happy.
The NHS is finally listening to what I have asked.
I have asked them to look again at the evidence.
Please know I don’t want any medication.
Then take 3 weeks to decide.
If you like I’ll stay longer, but please know there won’t be any medication inside me at all.
If you don’t believe me, run a test, check what those chemicals inside me have done to my blood stream.
There’s an impossibility in doing just that.
Yes, I doubt they even will hold me.
I am in Moorside now and have done what I was asked to do. Please see the diary entry in January.
Our Lord told me I am in danger, and yes also from the NHS, and He asked me to hand myself in.
Everything I’m doing is what Our Lord has told me.
Yes even denying Him to these people.
There is a little problem though. I asked for some toast this afternoon 22 March about 3pm. N000 the nurse seems to despise me. She said she would make toast and then I asked for butter and she said she would have to ask other people when I asked for butter. She spent 10 minutes chatting, and then went off to the kitchen, then came back while I waited in hunger. I was pleasant and polite but I’d already asked the Roman Catholic N003 who knew to make me 3 slices of nicely buttered toast from their staff room.
N003 is a kind man, but I’ve seen this before, I even suspect N000 might slander me.