when things got to the point where my back was so bad i could no longer feed or look after myself, i moved from the tent in the bush, to sleeping on the streets outright. the tent was good because it was in deeper bush, you had to risk danger there are highly poisonous snakes that can kill you there are also many ticks and i was bitten dozens of times, so people did not go there and i could leave a few personal items there, some clothes. use camo tent colors, hide with branches, people cannot see even when looking at it from 30m away. sleeping place. i did join a gym and would use a facecloth to wash with and dry with in total, then hang it on trees or shrub somewhere and pick it up later. sometimes for clothes i have to wash them in the shower with me then take and go in bush and hide it to dry somewhere or walk for an hr in the morning wearing it dry on me. ticks made getting in and out of tent difficult as ticks they do wait for you to get out of tent and drop down from tent entrance. i had to study them. in my tent incapacitated while my mind going over the horror of my situation, total outcast pariah from society sent to the wilderness to die, a modern socrates actually.
i had very close encounters with snakes, had to carry snake bite kit. did get many tick bites, and in the area there was a person that took it upon themselves, to keep me awake all night blowing a whistle several times an hr, just because i was a homeless person in the area. they did work at a local football field near the bush, and did 24/7 watch this facility, well they knew i was in the bush near there, keep me awake, make me move. really all it did was make my back injury and then i had to stay there longer. i tried to clean up the field and nearby area with garbage bags, after all the normans did pollute it, to humble myself thinking maybe they would see i'm no a bad man, and leave me alone, they didnt.
eventually so injured have to push myself around with shopping trolley it was the only way i could move around. the injur got worse over months, i did try get help multiple times from hospital, none took me too hard basket. i believe they expected me to kill myself and they would hide from consequences because i'm nobody. while on street i slept on air bed under a 1st story carpark. i met disabled vet and a mentally ill female. females arent suited for this life and her condition deteriorated very quickly, she made life difficult for me and my veteran schizobro,
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