oh, and also pre-diabetic
taking care of my own healthcare needs has always been a fulltime job. NOT one that i would relinquich to anybody else at this point in time.
the reason for all of this started with weird “mental OCD” deemed by Dr. Reading in Tampa, chief psychiatrist at USF Psychiatry, an Australian who was better poised to address the cultural dissonance aspect of my faikure with psychiatrists. Ive been breaking out of this. My father still has it.
it got a wh9le lot worse–the OCD–before it got better, back 8n Florida i was almost imm9biliz3d by it: it became bi s 8bl e. For sonevr3asonbit stopp3d in Buffalo where I had Ian.
it came back when I stopp3d 5he Zyprexa s7ddenlt and ended up on F3ldmans psych ward. Since 5h3n b ive been a dizzy broad, hang8ng onto the binke as my only help. That was before I left 6Florida.
No i am here and after TEN YEARS i am still unwelcomed in this community, even when its a matter of life and death, i have a father in his last years and a son who is my pride and delight who i am finally connecting with.
and i fear an untoward DEATH, NOT from any of these issues but as a mere prank wh a t they did to my lame body at Reading pagoda Unit
these people in ths protectec, parochial community are i
insanely IMMATURE.
or some of them are.
enough of them are right now to make my life a living hell.
Un.Bon.Mot 