Out at VA, I always meet such beautiful people. Some cat next to me says, can't complain. I reply back to him, nope, no-one would listen. He laughs, he knows.
Another thing I love about VA is man, woman, black, white, purple ... none of these things matter at all. After any experience at all with the military, you know, above all, your life may depend on someone else and you damn sure do not ask Donald Trump to use his selection criteria to determine who that person shall be.
The update is because a friend said I'm not being assertive enough but I am as assertive as it is possible to be. Multiple things were accomplished today and I'm not going to go into detail of the difficulty of moving around. One of the things accomplished was to follow-up on where the hell is the appt for the biopsy.
Confirmed, again, it has been queued and wait to hear from Surgery. It's been well over a month now and I have tried previously to push it via telephone but that's useless. I went over to Surgery ... no-one there. From there it was impossible to do more as I was barely standing by that point. It brings tears thinking of the balls of everyone out there because everyone does as much as possible not to look pitiful. All the time I have in my head is the scene when Cowboy got shot in "Full Metal Jacket" and he's ripped to shit but throughout he says, "I can hack it, I can hack it."
Note: in case you have not seen the movie, Cowboy was dying.
It's not yet clear if I'm croaked from the GOP cuts to the VA but things are not getting any better and this one is a clear problem which needs immediate attention and I can't fookin' get it. Don't believe for a minute I am not trying everything I know to get through.
The resources are limited and I shot a photograph today of the rows and rows and rows of parking spaces for people who are disabled in some way. These days I have no choice but to accept the fact I am one of them (it's legal). No matter how messed-up I was previously with all kinds of busted bones or whatever, I would never accept parking in one of those spots because I figured some Vietnam vet may need it.
Note: ask anyone I know. I've been busted up many times and I've used those words many times.
The photograph did not capture it well but the fact remains they exist and they are always full.
I am absolutely not feeling sorry for myself but for all who are in grave jeopardy because of the travesty of medical insurance in America. I see myself as a symbol of it and if I die because of it, so be it but there damn sure will not be silence about it.
Cat was outraged the medical and dental care are so poor over here and only affordable for the rich. My friend has recently withdrawn life savings ... to pay for her teeth. I told her specifically, don't get crazy with that as I get paid on Wednesday. Yah, sometimes I'm the adult ... ain't that a bitch (larfs).
She has offered to at least get me started with a dentist but there's no chance of paying the full freight and, either way, I would not accept it. Friendship goes both ways.
Note: if I do need to get a looper, as likely I will, that money will come out of the check on Wednesday. That will leave less than five hundred for the month but ... cry me a fookin' river (larfs). I need that looper because I will play again.
Yesterday, another friend offered to send some money to help and again I declined. My biggest concern is my declination is insulting and Yevette knows because we can talk to each other; it's a matter of personal principle and many things can be compromised but not that.
It's vital to me that no-one's illness should be a financial hardship to anyone else. When you're taking care of your kids, of course you take care of your own but I'm not anyone's kid and this situation does not work the same way.
If I did give offense in that declination, I apologize, sincerely. I emphasize the latter because everything seems it's absolved by saying I'm sorry these days but that's not even half enough and many times it's not even true.
The best way I can tell you I am not as angry as I seem is to run the video from yesterday again. Relax, it's funny ... hopefully.
Another thing I love about VA is man, woman, black, white, purple ... none of these things matter at all. After any experience at all with the military, you know, above all, your life may depend on someone else and you damn sure do not ask Donald Trump to use his selection criteria to determine who that person shall be.
The update is because a friend said I'm not being assertive enough but I am as assertive as it is possible to be. Multiple things were accomplished today and I'm not going to go into detail of the difficulty of moving around. One of the things accomplished was to follow-up on where the hell is the appt for the biopsy.
Confirmed, again, it has been queued and wait to hear from Surgery. It's been well over a month now and I have tried previously to push it via telephone but that's useless. I went over to Surgery ... no-one there. From there it was impossible to do more as I was barely standing by that point. It brings tears thinking of the balls of everyone out there because everyone does as much as possible not to look pitiful. All the time I have in my head is the scene when Cowboy got shot in "Full Metal Jacket" and he's ripped to shit but throughout he says, "I can hack it, I can hack it."
Note: in case you have not seen the movie, Cowboy was dying.
It's not yet clear if I'm croaked from the GOP cuts to the VA but things are not getting any better and this one is a clear problem which needs immediate attention and I can't fookin' get it. Don't believe for a minute I am not trying everything I know to get through.
The resources are limited and I shot a photograph today of the rows and rows and rows of parking spaces for people who are disabled in some way. These days I have no choice but to accept the fact I am one of them (it's legal). No matter how messed-up I was previously with all kinds of busted bones or whatever, I would never accept parking in one of those spots because I figured some Vietnam vet may need it.
Note: ask anyone I know. I've been busted up many times and I've used those words many times.
The photograph did not capture it well but the fact remains they exist and they are always full.
I am absolutely not feeling sorry for myself but for all who are in grave jeopardy because of the travesty of medical insurance in America. I see myself as a symbol of it and if I die because of it, so be it but there damn sure will not be silence about it.
Cat was outraged the medical and dental care are so poor over here and only affordable for the rich. My friend has recently withdrawn life savings ... to pay for her teeth. I told her specifically, don't get crazy with that as I get paid on Wednesday. Yah, sometimes I'm the adult ... ain't that a bitch (larfs).
She has offered to at least get me started with a dentist but there's no chance of paying the full freight and, either way, I would not accept it. Friendship goes both ways.
Note: if I do need to get a looper, as likely I will, that money will come out of the check on Wednesday. That will leave less than five hundred for the month but ... cry me a fookin' river (larfs). I need that looper because I will play again.
Yesterday, another friend offered to send some money to help and again I declined. My biggest concern is my declination is insulting and Yevette knows because we can talk to each other; it's a matter of personal principle and many things can be compromised but not that.
It's vital to me that no-one's illness should be a financial hardship to anyone else. When you're taking care of your kids, of course you take care of your own but I'm not anyone's kid and this situation does not work the same way.
If I did give offense in that declination, I apologize, sincerely. I emphasize the latter because everything seems it's absolved by saying I'm sorry these days but that's not even half enough and many times it's not even true.
The best way I can tell you I am not as angry as I seem is to run the video from yesterday again. Relax, it's funny ... hopefully.
3 comments:
They dont really need your permission to help.
They can go the BofA and with your name a d DOB sidestep your permission
My friend called me a dickhead for declining and he is right. We talked (email) a bit more last night and he's an extraordinary guy. I knew he was a great kid because this goes back to Davis and he grew to be a really extraordinary man.
You should check out the $140 million paid out in VA bonuses for last year
Including those who manipulated wait times to qualifyv
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