Astounding me is the ability of service providers to tell the Government that health consumers are happier than ever (etc etc)… Apparently the consumers have a “strong” input into services and the changing of the way services are provided.
What a load of shit.
I get email from readers of my blog sometimes. And all the people I talk to on the street. I just got one such email from a guy “S” whom has contacted me before. We have all the same issues as eachother. As does other people. Mr “A”, whom really hates the services in Wellington and has talked about burning the building… Same stories. Every where. ALL THE TIME.
If only 1% of service users say “they are happier with the service” the Government will be told “more people than ever are happier with our services“. The truth is NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON WAS POSITIVE ABOUT THE SERVICE LAST YEAR. 1% NOW SAY THEY ARE “HAPPIER“.
This is a positive to the people that need the Governments money.
To the rest of us, it is a load of old bullocks.
Another person whom supports me and the crap I do has been writing.
Another “S” has been in Mental Health Ward again recently. He “suicided” late last week and was taken off life supports today. He is breathing for himself for first time. Send him your love.
All these stories just don’t stop.
They keep coming. And the way the service providers deal with them has got worse.
Yet, they must show growth in this capitalist world. And that they are.
All these stories just don’t stop.
Yet, I am the only one attempting to bring them to you?
My daughter was a ball kid at the big game on Friday night. Being parent helper was awesome too. Got a pass to go ANYWHERE in the stadium, but just stood on the field near the left hand corner flag. You can see me on tv replays filling up the back of some shots with computer game tattoo’d arms.
The best part of the night… The PHOENIX event organiser comes past and asks if the kids are behaving themselves.
“YES” says me
“Oh really, WHAT ABOUT YOU?” she says somewhat too encouragingly…
“ME? I feel you need to give my arse a decent hard slapping“
After a quick look of shock passes, “Heheheeh, you may be held to that….“
Made a new friend there……… A little worried the microphones stationed only a few foot away picked it up on TV broadcast. But hey, she chuckled without ill feeling when I mentioned that possibility and we really should have swapped numbers. Although that may allow her many beaus to find ways to smash me…….
I am having a TOTALLY SHIT DAY TODAY.
Sometimes I just feel useless. I saw less of my daughter over the school holidays than I do during normal weeks. Combinations of being arrested, other childrens’ birthday party plans and football have left me feeling lonely and useless. Some friends (girls mainly) appear to have ditched me having not replied to any contact from me… One girl I really like, for she really does think and help others, has flown the coup.
So, I go and visit Dad.
The same Dad whom always argues, always tells me I am wrong. Always told me I am ugly.
Just why I would go to my parents house for the first time in months when I need some family and love is beyond me.
What a fucken stupid thing to do.
Now am just getting through the day without doing anything stupid. When your definition of stupid has widened to include “getting out of bed” you know you’re in trouble.
Lucky I have a kid and no drug addictions. Means you just have to look positively.
Self harm is not beyond us. Any of us.
Twenty years ago I was involved with doing some of the first live internet broadcasts out of New Zealand.
http://www.racetothesky.co.nz was one of them.
MONSTA HAS JUST CRASHED OUT OF THIS EVENT.
I should have been there. But, then again… Maybe not. Running around these events, using drugs, perving and inhaling jet fuel…
Better off staying at home feeling like the world sucks.
For it does.