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Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Day-by-Day. May 2, 2017

        Today was call from social worker, sort of. It was second call from this person. At first she really got me. Why not? I really need public assistance, and I do not know how to get it. I need mobile wheelchair to get around. I need medical transport to get to medical clinic. And I need someone who help me to get to the clinic, to help me to take shower, dress. So, really she got me.
       First time the conversation was almost an hour. I did not get, why it was so long? Today it started from the point it was started at first time, then it went all around, and then it turned back to the starting point, and finally, really, I burst up. "What do we are talking about?" Right now I even not able to recall, what was the point of our discussion. Still, it does not matter. The matter is, I am ill, very ill person, and I am diabetic type 2. So, they all fly on me. Every one like American Pie. There is nothing about, what to talk. It is time she spent on phone. She get pay for this time. And she torched me one an hour after another.
       It is all the time presented, published, how expensive diabetics for society. Why not? We are very profitable to every one. It is presented that diabetics idiots, sort of, why must be educated by everyone who wish. We are ill because of we are stupid, sort of. If we do know what to eat, we never will have high blood sugar. So, every one feel its duty to educate diabetic type 2, abuse, humiliate, pity with all cruelty only human society able to. They all do understand, we do not understand our benefits of education they are all provide with easy.
       In other words, I burst up. I simple could not hold it anymore. She still not able to finish her talking. Of cause, she must get her pay, and her hour did not finished yet. But I was out. I hung on, and went to bed. I was so lucky, I fall asleep instantly and only when my man come home he woke me up. Today I did have clinic in sleep study, follow up. All is good so far. I stopped to use BiPop I do have. I am in pain, tossing too much. But to sleep with Bi Pop improve sleeping, and probably it would easy pain, who knows. When we coma home I went to bed, and fall asleep. This is why right now, it is deep night time, and I do not sleep.
        The conclusion is, there are many visists to my home after hospital stay.
Nurse, who do not care to changer wound dressing;
Physio therapist who will teach me how to walk, and all my bandage would suck in yellow liquid which drip through unchangeable bandage all over around me, on floor, on bed, everywhere I am in;
Social worker who need to get her American Pie and torture me one hour after another with stupidity like : "OK, you do not have financial concerns.... "??????????? I would be happy if I could laugh, but I simple could not, and I burst up;
Home aide who never on her working place and doing nothing but need to take part of her pie;
Still, there is no wound supply. All my clothing need to be washed. I cannot take shower, and my skin now started to develop more rash due to poor care.
       The social worker said to me, I should not worry anymore about insulin delivery. If there is no delivery, I have just call to her, and she will fix the problem. Of cause problem would be fixed if I do have someone who pay for this supply. For that reason I do not need to call to her. But if there is no one who pay then there is no place to call. Insulin supply, only one month, $2000. Also I need a lot of other medications.

Of cause we are all idiots. We do not know that to be healthy and wealthy is better then be poor and ill.
        


via Ravenvoron

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