Back from Gold Coast I talk with Lorna about the blog. She
doesn’t like it. She says it is only from
my point of view and leaves a lot out. This
is the way our conversation went.
Lorna: Do you want me to tell everybody how you wore a nappy?
What you did when you were comtosed. Do
you really want me to tell people what you did in the first two weeks? How you
took off all your clothes, put on my sunglasses and urinated in the closet on
top of clothes. Do you really want
people to know that? That’s the trouble with your blog. It leaves so much out. It’s
wrong it’s only written from your point of view.
Alan: That’s what I want to know. Tell me more of what
happened. It doesn’t upset me.
Lorna: I can but you will not like it.
Alan: I want the truth.
That’s really what I want to know.
Lorna: Do you want me to say how you argued about
everything?
Lorna: Do you want me to say how you lay on your back and
were fed through a tube?
Lorna: Do you want me to say how you had a nappy and how you
used to poo everywhere? It was disgusting.
Do you want me to mention that?
Lorna: What I am saying is the truth. What you are writing
is not the whole truth.
Alan: I want the truth.
Lorna: The doctors came and visited you all the time. When
you were unconscious they were always talking about you, always worried about
you.
Lorna: They used to come and say, “I suppose he’s in the
gym. Can’t talk to him there. And they would go and have a look at you going
flat out on the bicycle and then walk away. That’s why you don’t remember talking
to them. But they were there.”
Ac: I want the truth.
Lorna: Do you really want the truth?
AC: Yes of course that’s exactly what I want.
Our conversation sort of fizzled out at this point.
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