2013 has been a horrifically stressful life-or-death type of year. And despite giving up my job to become my mother’s full-time advocate and carer, I’ve never worked so bloody hard in my life.
2012 Amy was still shy and reluctant to challenge authority. This year, I’ve not had that luxury. I’ve had arguments with doctors so vicious other people have been forced to intervene. A doctorate means nothing to me now. If you can’t do your job properly, I’ll fire you after making a formal complaint and find a replacement. Three times I’ve done exactly that.