Where Things Stand.

And like my podiatrist recently revealed, neuropathy is a progressive illness. It has not cure and it always follows and inevitable course. I obviously have in it my feet and legs. My neurologist admitted to that, before he went into the lying and denial mode he is in now. And I obviously have it in my hands, at least my right hand. Which I just noticed last. It only becomes numb occasionally, but it is very noticeable. He never admitted to that, but he gave me tests for it, so he must know. But my podiatrist said I will eventually lose all sensation where I have the neuropathy. At age 85 he said. I don't know if was exaggerated or lying or just trying to make a point. I think I will probably be dead by 85, from all the other problems I have. But if he meant lose all sensation before I die, that means I will be a quadriplegic some day. Like I said, my whole life is built around driving. My quality of life, my safety and welfare and happiness. All that is important and all that I just take for granted. A person could drive without feet, but not without hands. I guess maybe I could drive with one hand using a spinner knob on the steering wheel. But to get that I will have to have a legal guardian who doesn't ignore me and stop returning my calls when I ask for things that are more expensive. And plus people will have to admit my case exists, admit my problems, like neuropathy in my hands, exists. All the lying will have to stop, along with just the terrible way I have been treated up to this point. And like I said, I will not allow someone to put me in a group home ever. Especially not one of those Detroit group homes. My quality of life and my life as I define it is at my home, living independently alone with my cat, and driving. And like I've said, I will also face some tough medical decisions some day, including end of life decisions. Which will be based on things like my quality of life and how much medical consent I have. But of course I will never know how much medical consent I have, because I will always have to assume people are lying to me. Like Wayne County Probate Court and the police did when they lied to me and had my doctors told me I was doing well, while damage was being done to my limbs and organs from years of that unnecessary Olanzapine, which I never approved of or consented to in the first place. Because they thought I might stop taking it if I found out. Well yeah, I probably would have. So would have they. I'm going to be face with tough medical decisions, I'll have to make them on my own always assuming the people in my life are lying to me and withholding important information from me, all while I struggle to maintain the life that is important to me and that has defined who I am for the past 35 years.

But as I said, on the subject of difficult medical decisions and end of life decisions for me, and medical consent in general, my argument will always be the same. All the damage, all the medical problems, all the horrible trying situations I was or am in, all the times I ever considered suicide too, all of that, and all of the ways that it could relate to my legal status and legal rights, was the fault of Wayne County Probate Court, the police and Eric alone. It was their fault and their fault alone. They hurt an innocent person and they continue to do it. They have proven what they are capable of and that they can't be trusted, and they continue to do it now, I will always say. And then for the record I will always recall what happened, what they did in the past, and what is going on now.