The infamous toe of Brian Morrison

Day 11

I don’t feel good. I actually had to be dragged out of bed this morning because I could not muster an iota of energy to lift my limbs. My leg fell asleep this morning and right now as I’m typing this blog, my right arm is asleep. Tingling, numb.

This afternoon I felt sharp pains in my stomach and I felt so light headed. I slept through the night til 1 PM, then when I got to the hunger tent, I passed out on the lazy chair for another 2 hours. My energy is gone. I can’t even walk straight.

I have a very difficult decision to make tonight. I don’t want to leave my hunger strike family. But my health is deteroriating and I know the protest needs my energy. But at the same time my heart is full of courage and persverance so if the others can go on until Sunday, so can I.

I need to decide on my own. I want to talk to my Hunger family first.

I am so sad and angry at the crisis that happened this morning. I cry for the injured. I spit in the face of the very people who call us terrorists and anarchists. They hurt us continuously and still call us dissenters? What kind of world do they live in?

We are THE voice of the Deaf World. Not Irving, not JK, not the IrvingBOTs.

We shall be the victors.

tactile love and pray for us.

Christine Roschaert