After a visit on Friday in which LB was bright, engaged and active, the weekend has been about sedation. How much and how often, we have no idea. We can only go on what we see when we visit. Yesterday, drowsy, laying in bed, looking lost, LB asked when he was coming home. And said little else. Today he didn’t say anything. He lay in bed, blinking and looking blank.

Incarceration, a lack of professional attention because of the ‘holiday weekend’, and a continuing information black-out for his family. I’m not sure how we’ll respond when we next get told about  his ‘rights’.

This ain’t right.