tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post6349546471247117090..comments2023-09-27T01:47:06.621-06:00Comments on Do Not Go Gentle — Poetry & Cancer, Life & Death: 8.25.06, The Joy of InsuranceMr. Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269292710998486303noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-88038898446833171142006-08-26T11:41:00.000-06:002006-08-26T11:41:00.000-06:00The Crumpet Shop! So good. I'm jealous. Texas d...The Crumpet Shop! So good. I'm jealous. Texas does not have a "The Crumpet Shop" nor a Pike Place Market. You are 2 for 2 sir. I've only been there once, but it was memorable.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-80907972202937197692006-08-26T11:30:00.000-06:002006-08-26T11:30:00.000-06:00Sat. August 26, 2006
Dear Scott:
To Curascript...Sat. August 26, 2006<br /><br />Dear Scott:<br /><br />To Curascript I add, not only the pile of shit award, but I POOH ON YOU award.<br />Insurance companies can drive people to the brink of insanity--- and this run around game they are playing with you, especially when considering these are pills for terminal cancer,<br />just makes me so mad. What a bunch of butt heads. Now that’s a mature, grown up word.<br />But that is how they are behaving---- like babies. To them I say:<br />“Where is your heart? Where is your brain ? This is my brother who you are messing with .... a precious, priceless man, fighting for his life. “<br /><br />What a bunch of goobers--- I’m so sorry you have to go through such nonsense,<br />such ineptness, such Bush / Cheney prototypes.<br /><br />I finally freed myself from the restraints and control of the cardiac unit. Geez-- they monitor you like you are in a concentration camp. I felt like they had implanted some metal device somewhere so they knew every movement I made. In addition, they wouldn’t let me off <br />of the cardiac floor. They followed me around like I had a magnet up my rectum. I don’t know where they got the idea that I would actually leave, if given the chance. : )<br /><br />I couldn't get to, or use a computer to write to you. Thanks to Gerri for writing for me. So very much appreciated. My lack of control, obviously pales in comparison to what you can and can’t control. Yet again, however, you do it, handle it with more grace, wisdom and style.<br /><br />This was my little “wake up” call,<br />My body telling me, it had had enough of me being a fatty and was sick of being neglected. The event scared the hell out of me-- hopefully, scared me enough to get healthy.<br /><br />Oh well .... time for me to quit talking and start doing. Be more like you.<br /><br />I’m glad you got to go to Pikes with the Princess. I love it there.<br /><br />I hope you finally get your medications. It was good to hear from Franks bro. Mr. Tom C.<br />Have always been a fan, but especially loved the piece from Oprah’s about breast augmentation or the real deal. You really are Frank’s brother. !!!! And a handsome little devil <br />too.<br /><br />We love the Frank--- Tom, thanks for your words of comfort for my brother. He has spoken of you fondly.<br /><br />Scott, it is time for me to do a little tread milling, eat some celery and make some decisions.<br />I miss you my brother and think of you always.<br />Hope to be up there soon. Just a little detour on Wednesday. But I’’m home now and ready to kick my own butt. : )<br /><br /> I wish you peace and NO PAIN.<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />SheriSlarryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06718932691540222601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-29729309335814710522006-08-25T18:53:00.000-06:002006-08-25T18:53:00.000-06:00i really just want to bitch slap someone. w(why)tf...i really just want to bitch slap someone. w(why)tf would they do this to people who are dying is beyond any concept i understand. ive been a blubbering fool this entire day cuz of the comment from, i think, frankys brother. it just fucking hit me very hard. so i spent most of the day crying in patients rooms, of all places. oh well. glad you had some joy with k. it truly makes me heart bounce with joy. be strong and know you are loved and appreciated, more than you know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com