Quétinbec wrote:

I spent this morning in hospital on an IV. They did blood tests, a throat swab, and X-Rays. The nurses are so awful. They don't say hello. They're Filipino or Indian or from some fucked up place and they speak terrible broken English so that you're sure they can't properly understand each other. 5 of them came in and out to try to get the IV thing out of the top of my hand because it was on too tight. It took like 20 minutes. They never tell you what is happening. It's frightening. They discharged me and said they'd get back to me with the results. I've only eaten an egg and half a cheeseburger in 5 days.

One of my brothers was taken into psychiatric care in Perth. He's lost 10kg. It used to be that when someone fucked up like that, my parents would fly over to sort it out, but they can't do that any more. I'm the only one with the money and freedom to be able to reach him but I'm not going to. I'll probably send him an email when I feel better.

When things started going bad at my Dad's finance company, I'd go into his room to get some toilet paper or something, and I'd catch him on his bed playing with Tarot cards, and he'd get really angry at me like I'd barged in on him masturbating or something and he'd yell something like, "What the FUCK do you want!?!" I imagine he's using those cards a lot now. He was a laywer and an accountant.

It may seem strange to you that at the moment I'm the closest he has to a child "working out", although I'm sure it would piss my sister off to hear that.

My Dad seems in a bad way at the moment. If I'm HIV positive, then you know. And you can say get it tested anonymously in Europe and keep a positive result to myself, but my Mum is too good at reading me and I'm too badat keeping secrets.