I would do anything in the world to suppport you. To walk backward out of the room in your presence, to bow and curtsy. Reading the comment by the physician who only hours before Baby P died that she couldn't examine him further because he was *fussy and cranky* makes me plenty furious.
Could he've been saying in the best language at hand *You dont begin to know how close I am to dying, you ***** you. I'm exhausted just trying to get across to any adult my pain, my frustration. With all your fancy degrees and prestige we dont speak the same language. Your eddication forgot to show you that first you gotta learn our communication cues. I'm just going home now to die*
Late in the *watches of the night* I realized I had used profanity and was ashamed. Won't happen again.