I'm Danny Furlong.
I'm a non-verbal quadriplegic confined to an electric wheelchair.
A mute quad.
I've been that way ever since I had a stroke out of the blue thirty years ago.
I live alone in my own home in Castlemaine, near Bendigo in country Victoria. DHS-funded carers come in morning, noon, night and nighty-night to do the basics for me.
I don't know the C2 or C7 stuff. All I know is I can't talk and can't move except for minimal movement in my left arm, which means I'm pretty well stuffed.