I lost my glasses in the sea. I came round shivering in a silver blanket on my way to hospital. They took my wet clothes and stuffed them in a black rubbish sack. They pushed a thermometer up my backside and said I could stay until the hypothermia was gone. A general hospital is no place for someone who tries to end his own life. You are not deserving of their care and they give you little synpathy. I tried to explain. 'I wanted to walk to Australia.'...