I am cornered. The dogs have my location. Teeth bared, if only they had been socialized as puppies. They wouldn’t do this to a living being if they had been handled with love and care when young, but hunting dogs are left outside in a pen to fend for themselves until the training starts. They learn to chase a smell. The smell of another creature and the fear it gives off from its glands. I am excreting fear today as I feel myself dying on the floor while the cure is dangling above, barely out of reach. Like the murderous wife who taunts her cardiac challenged husband withholding those precious life-giving white pills, the medical profession is killing me and it feels intentional.
Two months ago I got rid of pharmaceutical meds that were making my life a nightmare. I was lost in a haze of pain meds and ineffective thyroid medication. I decided to fight for myself and I bravely removed the supposed offenders, replacing only one, the T4 thyroid, with Natural Dessicated Thyroid from New Zealand, which contains all four thyroid hormones plus calcitonin.
I am sitting here in tears. Why? Why is a person who is taking 40MG per day of Duloxetine/Cymbalta, which is a powerful addictive mood drug, Crying? I should not be shedding a tear. I should be just FINE. But I am not. So why? Every swallow I feel the lumps growing. Only a month ago I couldn’t feel them at all. They were disappearing but I couldn’t prove it. It was just my experience. My worthless experience. My feminine experience. My own throat. My own swallows. My tears. Waaaah! Call the Waaambulance!!!
Enough sorrow! Onward, through the FROG!!!
Because I have thyroid issues that are not being address. Those assholes are hurting me and I want it to stop. If they are hurting me, then they are hurting many others. I call for a class action suit!! The American Poor Against the Overpriced and Ineffective Healthcareless Association. The wealthy don’t care because they can afford it. The middle class cares but they have learned from the American Healthcareless Association that it’s the Poor’s fault. So they help to elect the Poor Blamers Association of Greedy Politicians who like slaves of old must step n fetch it or die.
It’s the docs who are clueless. Their beliefs tell them life comes from books, chars and numbers with carrots <>. The are not allowed to listen to patients because patients are helpless victims. Does this come from being on the poor list? Do the wealthy suffer from my issues? I doubt it.
Why do the clueless docs hurt us? “Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.” Right? They wear blinders so wide they can only see 10 miles ahead where the Pharmaceutical companies are waving them in, “C’mon back, at’s right, little to the left, to the right, march pretty.” Or something like that.
The Drug companies are fully aware of their sins. They are culpable. They are evil. Drug companies hurt us for money. Really? But haven’t we already come to understand how money is worthless paper? I thought we knew this. Yah, Youtube, baby.
I was diagnosed crazy from a few temper tantrums that I have over the years, usually induced from Catch 22 situations that I could not stand for; and from a waning thyroid situation, for which I was not aware until I was 45 years old. Everyone knows that thyroid can cause mental illness in the form of depression. I am not some quack or crank who wanted “hey the drugs are good in here man.” I am not that guy.
That’s enough for today.