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| I'm writing a few lists to send my business newsletters to. I went out with my Whimsy and got a coffee and then mailed a few stuffed envelopes as well. i also did another errand and had to wait till they got to open their doors. It's a sunny enough day and it seems that there's plenty of people out and about. I decided to go back to my shrink here in Lafayette IN. I went before to him and then I had a long lapse of absent appearances and the office got officious with me and told me I had to re-sign up as a new patient for the sum o $230. I was upset with this and said no I went to look for another MD in Indy because I thought that there would be a chance for me to go there and work there as well as live there. That's been cancelled. The house is no longer on sale. The realtor is understanding. I now have to go and give the MD Elkhalili his $230 for me to see him to get my Rx for my risperidone and clonazepam. I know that it is a sad thing to think of but really I don't mind giving them the money. It's my penalty for not going back there when I should have. I was told few times not to show up and I dont know whether that was by my Guardian Angel or the evil bastard. I am sad that I had to do this but I suffered so much for being without this medicine. I was so upset at how I was being taken down to a bad place in my mind. I was fit to cut my hair off, and one timo or two I was given the temptation to kill myself. Lately it's been like again. The journey through Indy at the weekend a few weeks ago was so frightening and exhausting. I think I might have endangered my unborn child and it was so sad. I wish someone in Heaven would listen to me. I am not happy here but I don't want to die as I'm still doing work, my physical self is good, my mind is sane. I have little pets to take care of, my dad is still with me he's going to be sad if he has to bury me. I do not know why people are saying I have hbp that is a lie. The woman (CNA) who takes my BP at the Adult and Child in Indy says I had a high reading this time and the time previously. They will be forcing me to go to a Doctor to prescribe me some medicine. I do not trust anyone here to be my MD. the last one retired and the woman who took her place is a Fiipina doctor who doesn't know a damn thing about palpation and she refused to do a rectal exam. This woman is probably a fraud. This post will be hidden from view but I know that there are people who can get into it and so please if anyone is out there who can help me. Colin knows about this but he's got his own plans for me to get to be with him. I hope he knows that I REFUSE TO DIE to get to heaven in England. These bastards are hoping to kill me off for real sometime in the next week by Christmas surely. They are haters of people like me who love JEsus and St Michael The Archangel. I'm very sad to think of these things. My little wee puppy is so cute and loveable. I want us all to go to Heaven at the same time. Max is sad because a woman named Monica Bravo is dictating him to act. She made him sit on my foot while I was in the drive through at the Arby's by the Mall the other day. He was refusing to move and I had to park the car. I could have got us into ana accident. Little Whimsey was with us. Slumbering on. I am told by Colin to return this dog back to the pound. But I'm not happy about this. The shelter hates me. I went there to adopt a dog but they couldn't let me have the one I picked out because he was a 'lost' dog and they don't allow anybody to take these dogs lest their owners come to get them somehow. This little dog is a furry grey dog and he was shivering in his little kennel with two other small dogs. I asked the girl about how long it will take to finally adopt these dogs who are lost but the girl wasn't cooperative. She's now in a heap of trouble. In fact none of the people there are really kind to me and I don't know why that is. has anyone heaerd if they had been telling the Almost Home Shelter that I was a bad pet mom? |
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