Tuesday, June 27, 2017
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Monday, June 19, 2017
Why I stubbornly! insist on a real newspaper!!!
A newspaper's main focus is to deliver what they call news ... it sits as still as you are. The ads are in boxes or slippery circulars that fall out when you pick it up.
Yes, I do read online news, but it literally gives me a headache - its all full of ads that freeze my slow ISP, and yak at me to buy something - or just as bad, flash it over what I'm in the middle of reading!
GIVE ME A REAL NEWSPAPER, DAMMIT!!!
Yes, I do read online news, but it literally gives me a headache - its all full of ads that freeze my slow ISP, and yak at me to buy something - or just as bad, flash it over what I'm in the middle of reading!
GIVE ME A REAL NEWSPAPER, DAMMIT!!!
Thursday, June 15, 2017
What that T-shirt says ....
I was looking at a catalog and had to chuckle at what a woman's t-shirt for sale, stated --
Of course they're fake - the real ones tried to kill me!
I was thinking of this with everything I've been going through w/ my healthcare provider, the only brand within 50-60 miles, so - not really giving a consumer too much of another choice! Found them without any type of medical generosity towards the patient without prescription coverage, and its definitely a for-profit healthcare system! where they nag you senseless with phone calls to get their pound of flesh -- all that said, I was very happy with my N.P., so the greater entity was - tolerable. Until, that is --
I only found out she had left the practice when I called to make an appointment. God bless her, what she's doing to try to hold on to the house she has here, but NOT to work for this conglomerate --
-- about why I called --
I have Irritable Bowel. Its completely stress-related, not diet-related, when it goes into overdrive, that is ... Mine began to flare in late April, and I realized "oh ... Mother's Day yeahhh" so I hunkered down to wait it out ... and ... it didn't stop. It. Did. Not. Stop. It got to where food was completely unappealing, because I knew it would only cause spasms, pain, and violent sickness. And so, post Mothers Day but still May, I called --
Thats when I learned that my N.P. had left the practice. Ok - whom do I have now?!
The answer was that I didn't have anyone at all, actually. I was told by a nurse to go 16 miles one direction to the emergency room ... which I decided against - not only end of the month and less travel money to drive with, but because I knew it would be a ridiculous waste of time, with them now having additional reasons to bill me, for all the elaborate testing that I knew would tell them, what I already knew - oh, its stress-related (duh ....) .... It took me a bit longer to realize that now leaves me with NO DOCTOR AT ALL, but thats a whole other post - back to this one ---
Towards the end of the week of June 4th - yes, still violently sick - I decided to AGAIN look upon the IBS boards (written by people who actually have this illness), to see if there was anything else I could do for this, that I hadn't thought about - probiotics, yes, I know, I need to start taking them again ... and then, once again, I bunked into mention of diverticulitis (die-vur-tik-yoo-LIE-tis), which is an infection in that part of the body ... Hmmm. I had that, the winter that the biggest light of my life ever, was extinguished, and it was a horrific experience, but one that must be treated immediately, with antibiotics, as it is an INFECTION: without antibiotics, you can have a perforated bowel, which is an extremely serious condition! Grace Slick of the Jefferson Starship nearly died from it.
Hmmm.
I dug in the back of my catch-all drawer and did find a bottle of unfinished antibiotics. I decided to start taking them the weekend before my birthday - that way, if I had to talk to a doctor, I had a specific start date I could remember! And, if it didn't make a bit of difference - well, it was only two days worth of antibiotics - I could hear my mother's voice in my head - "Its not gonna kill ya!" --
It immediately began making a significant difference, this gift of old antibiotics - to where I can see visible results; I can see my body trying to correct and heal itself, even tho it is slightly off-kilter still ...
It was midweek (of this week) that the whole horrible ugly reality began to dawn on me. It was worse than not having a doctor - it was worse than being harangued by phone calls --
essentially, it was as if they were trying to kill me, by not having someone at least see me locally, assess me - instead, giving me a brush-off over the phone via the nurse by some doctor I've never met in my entire life, without a concern in the world of how I was going to cross that geographical distance ----
The writing has been on the wall, a long time now, that God is telling me to MOVE ON - MOVE FORWARD, JEAN! THIS IS NOT YOUR PLACE NOW! .... I get overwhelmed and scared and have more questions than answers, so - no, no, that hasn't happened ... and ... as God does! GOD SPEAKS MORE AND MORE INSISTENTLY (its Biblical - I recommend you start with the Old Testament, with passages concerning Jonah and how he wound-up in the belly of the whale, considering we're talking about tummies! --) --
They tried to kill me, in short (dramatic! but true!) order. They won't assign me a doctor, and as someone with chronic illnesses (in addition to Social In-Security needing regular updates!), that's untenable ... essentially, like going without decent air, or "Babe" Didrikson without a level athletic playing field .....
But - how?! where?!!! -- LORD, I'm waiting on your speaking to the spirit ... or email, if you choose to be so modern ;)
Of course they're fake - the real ones tried to kill me!
I was thinking of this with everything I've been going through w/ my healthcare provider, the only brand within 50-60 miles, so - not really giving a consumer too much of another choice! Found them without any type of medical generosity towards the patient without prescription coverage, and its definitely a for-profit healthcare system! where they nag you senseless with phone calls to get their pound of flesh -- all that said, I was very happy with my N.P., so the greater entity was - tolerable. Until, that is --
I only found out she had left the practice when I called to make an appointment. God bless her, what she's doing to try to hold on to the house she has here, but NOT to work for this conglomerate --
-- about why I called --
I have Irritable Bowel. Its completely stress-related, not diet-related, when it goes into overdrive, that is ... Mine began to flare in late April, and I realized "oh ... Mother's Day yeahhh" so I hunkered down to wait it out ... and ... it didn't stop. It. Did. Not. Stop. It got to where food was completely unappealing, because I knew it would only cause spasms, pain, and violent sickness. And so, post Mothers Day but still May, I called --
Thats when I learned that my N.P. had left the practice. Ok - whom do I have now?!
The answer was that I didn't have anyone at all, actually. I was told by a nurse to go 16 miles one direction to the emergency room ... which I decided against - not only end of the month and less travel money to drive with, but because I knew it would be a ridiculous waste of time, with them now having additional reasons to bill me, for all the elaborate testing that I knew would tell them, what I already knew - oh, its stress-related (duh ....) .... It took me a bit longer to realize that now leaves me with NO DOCTOR AT ALL, but thats a whole other post - back to this one ---
Towards the end of the week of June 4th - yes, still violently sick - I decided to AGAIN look upon the IBS boards (written by people who actually have this illness), to see if there was anything else I could do for this, that I hadn't thought about - probiotics, yes, I know, I need to start taking them again ... and then, once again, I bunked into mention of diverticulitis (die-vur-tik-yoo-LIE-tis), which is an infection in that part of the body ... Hmmm. I had that, the winter that the biggest light of my life ever, was extinguished, and it was a horrific experience, but one that must be treated immediately, with antibiotics, as it is an INFECTION: without antibiotics, you can have a perforated bowel, which is an extremely serious condition! Grace Slick of the Jefferson Starship nearly died from it.
Hmmm.
I dug in the back of my catch-all drawer and did find a bottle of unfinished antibiotics. I decided to start taking them the weekend before my birthday - that way, if I had to talk to a doctor, I had a specific start date I could remember! And, if it didn't make a bit of difference - well, it was only two days worth of antibiotics - I could hear my mother's voice in my head - "Its not gonna kill ya!" --
It immediately began making a significant difference, this gift of old antibiotics - to where I can see visible results; I can see my body trying to correct and heal itself, even tho it is slightly off-kilter still ...
It was midweek (of this week) that the whole horrible ugly reality began to dawn on me. It was worse than not having a doctor - it was worse than being harangued by phone calls --
essentially, it was as if they were trying to kill me, by not having someone at least see me locally, assess me - instead, giving me a brush-off over the phone via the nurse by some doctor I've never met in my entire life, without a concern in the world of how I was going to cross that geographical distance ----
The writing has been on the wall, a long time now, that God is telling me to MOVE ON - MOVE FORWARD, JEAN! THIS IS NOT YOUR PLACE NOW! .... I get overwhelmed and scared and have more questions than answers, so - no, no, that hasn't happened ... and ... as God does! GOD SPEAKS MORE AND MORE INSISTENTLY (its Biblical - I recommend you start with the Old Testament, with passages concerning Jonah and how he wound-up in the belly of the whale, considering we're talking about tummies! --) --
They tried to kill me, in short (dramatic! but true!) order. They won't assign me a doctor, and as someone with chronic illnesses (in addition to Social In-Security needing regular updates!), that's untenable ... essentially, like going without decent air, or "Babe" Didrikson without a level athletic playing field .....
But - how?! where?!!! -- LORD, I'm waiting on your speaking to the spirit ... or email, if you choose to be so modern ;)
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