I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Hullo all.

It's a cold but sunny day, on this side of the pond. No snow, so I don't have to slog through any of that white stuff on my way to work this morning.

I got another e-mail from someone, who only lists herself as monicaand10---which I believe translates into "Monica and David," because I was asked why I "hate David," and further, was admonished to "stop having a laugh" at him (David Tennant).

Okay. Here's my response:

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NO!

And, come on--I absolutely don't hate David Tennant, kids. Just the opposite, really. I'm a fan, but not a fan-girl---big difference. Huge difference. I see him in a different way then most women apparently do, I suppose, I just see him as just an ordinary bloke, who happens to be a good actor. Besides, who cares? It's not like Tennant will ever see the jokes, so what's the big deal?

Well, still under the weather, but feeling a bit more...well...awake, I guess is the watchword here. The bummer is, is that I have to go back to hospital after work tonight.

This would normally be my day off, but I am making up for taking Tuesday off--unfortunately, there's not making up taking yesterday off, so two short pay checks for me--this week and next.

OMG! I spoke to soon---yes, boys and girls, there's snowflakes drifting past my windows--which is very odd, as mostly all I see is blue sky! Must be a cloud over the apartment building, like in the Smith and Jones episode of Dr Who, ha-ha.

Well, it's nearly half-past 8 and I've got to force myself to eat some breaky. It's a long day when you have to have a late lunch--half-past three in the afternoon. Yeah, I have the joy of working 10 to 3 and 5 to 9 today. Ah well. Have a good afternoon all. Cheers.

One of the downsides of this blog--though not a major issue, certainly--is getting "friends" invitations from people who could care less about you--who've probably never even read your blog!

They just want to "collect" captive readers, or worse--like tonight--you get some foreigner whose blog is nothing more than one giant advert. (Whom, if the moron had actually blinking read my blog, would KNOW I can't buy any expensive posh gowns--when I am on the brink of losing the roof over my head, my phone, my internet, and the bulk of my food money.)

Guess this guy is just another graduate of United Idiot's University--or, U-Idiot-U.

I found out, recently, that the word "crap" is considered swearing in the UK! Really?

I suppose it's a bit like saying "bloody" or "bollocks" or stuff, here. We just don't say those words, ever--unless you've been repeatedly exposed to it, like I've been, I suppose.

Over here, Cr*p can mean sh_t, sometimes--taken in the right context, but, more generally, it's just a term everyone uses as a general statement, "I've gotta' clear this crap off'a my desk," "I got a crappy evaluation," "That speech was a load of crap." It's not at all a swearword here, just common, ordinary run-of-the-mill slang. We don't use shite or feck or arse, either. (Sorry if that's swearing to you, to me, it's technically not, as we don't use these words in my culture.)

I'm sure there's naughty words in my own culture that I know nothing about--fortunately. I know too many cuss words as it is, already. Cussing is part of my culture, these days, but it'll never be something I'm completely at home with.

So, I'm back. I got my IV of antibiotics and heaven-knows what all. I've had the tests done--and, I have the very great pleasure (not), of going back tomorrow for another IV. I just missed getting admitted, which is very good news, because being admitted to hospital right now, would literally be a financial disaster for me--it would definitely be my financial Hurricane Katrina. However, that said, it's not good, I'm afraid.

It's not just the angina, but also my other illness--the two, together have me very run down--very. If I were wealthy, or had family I could stay with--and (she winces) sponge off of, I could take the two weeks off that the doctor wants me to, to get bedrest and tests and a transfusion and whatnot. But, that's just simply out of the question. It's just not possible. No way. And if anyone (who regularly reads my blog) doesn't get why, by now, there's no point in my trying to explain it.

I was reading some stuff people wrote, on another blog site, about Doctor Who series Three. I was reading that they'd filmed that rainy, muddy quarry scene, for the Utopia episode, on Valentine's night. Well, good job they don't have our weather in that part of Wales--they'd of been filming in a raging blizzard, ha-ha. They'd of all looked like abominable snowmen!

It was an good thread they had on there, even had a link to a DT interview, which was rather nice, though short. He sounds like he'd be quite interesting to talk to. Probably a bit dull on a date, though. I mean, I imagine he's a fairly normal red-blooded Scotsman, and he'd probably spend the entire date just trying to get a leg over. :p

The doctor in the ER was rather nice, a whole world nicer than the last one--and, he knows one of my paternal cousins, who's a nurse down in Albany, and he lived in my hometown, for several years, back in the 90's. He mentioned how much he liked living down there--turns out, we both liked the same Italian restaurants: the Purple Pub, Papa's Corner, Spiak's and Valente's. I grew up going to these places with my mum and dad--turns out his mum and dad used to take him to them, too. We had a laugh, when he mentioned that Spiak's hadn't changed much in 40 years (we're about the same age)--they even have the same high-chairs for tots (which I actually do remember sitting in, trying to tackle my first plate of spaghetti). He was a really cool guy.

Too bad he was married, ha-ha. But we had a nice conversation, which I'd not had in a long time...come to think of it, I've not eaten in a proper restaurant, since the springtime--tho' I've ordered takeaway, once in a blue moon.

Small world though, ain't it? Dang, he was good looking, as well: tall, dark and very, very buff...not at all like that rubbish actor...that Scottish guy...the one on Doctor Who...the one below, that looks like he's seriously hung over, and about to hurl all over a Dalek---what's his name?

Well, my ride will be here, soon. I'm off to hospital, to be seen. Unfortunately, I was informed that this infection can prove fatal--only 10% of the time--but it has to be monitored closely, and the slightest adverse symptoms--I was given a list--and, I have to go back to hospital. Bugger. Thank goodness, a neighbour works there, and is being kind enough to offer a ride. She starts at 5pm, so I'll be riding along with her. I suppose I can walk back, save the three bucks in cab fare. I need to save every penny I have, with the loss of a whole day's wages.

Going to be a long night...and a boring one. Is there anyplace more boring than a hospital waiting room? If there is, I've yet to find it.

Ah, well, spending the afternoon resting, and listening to music--the Bridley Brothers, Lemonheads, the La's, Fastball, Proclaimers, stuff like that.

Charlie got out into the hall this afternoon. I went down to see the lady downstairs, to see if I could grab a ride with her, and when I came back in, downstairs--there was big ol' Charile sitting there, looking well-pleased with himself. It was rather amusing, watching him going back upstairs--the little guy is getting just a tad obese, and going up's a bit more of an effort for him, these days. Bit like me, actually..maybe I shouldn't laugh...

Looks a bit like snow, out there. I guess there's a fifty-fifty chance of it, for the next day or two--probably just a few flurries.

No big storms yet, thankfully, though we're slated for a few inches, maybe, on Sunday--which is nothing to us, in a state where the snow has to get over the 2 foot mark to get even a little notice from us natives. Pretty much, nothing shuts us down, except ice storms. Last winter, during the blizzard that dumped 3 feet on us, in 24 hours, many stores stayed open--yes, northeastern New Yorkers will even run errands in a raging blizzard...just another day, ey? We've got very aggressive snow removal here, and the next day, everything was mostly back to normal.

I've driven 50 miles on our equivilent of A and B roads in raging snow storms, with the road just a completely white blank of snow--(my favourite winter driving game: ("Guess where the road is!"), and visiblity maybe half a foot in front of your bonnet--no probs. Winter driving is no big deal--it's the stopping, I'm not always so good at.

God, I miss driving. Don't miss the cost of petrol, the flat tyres, the yearly dreaded state safety inspection (usually very costly with my old rust buckets) the dead batteries, the cost of oil changes, getting stuck behind seniors in caravans, and lost tourists from New Jersey...

Well, it finally happened. Actor David Tennant was asked to snog just one time too many. In filming a scene, where the actor was required to snog three companions, a gorgeous female alien and a soundman named Raplh, his lips seized up, and became permanently locked in kissing posture.

The actor is said to be currently undergoing surgery in Royal Payneintharse Hospital, outside Cardiff, Wales.

Been tweaking my CV this week, on and off, but still think it's rubbish, quite frankly. Well, see for yourself, below (personal details left off, of course, in regards to my name, and contact info, and the names of businesses and organizations still in existence.

NOTE: I still am "stuck" with Mozilla, and Mozilla is rubbish at copying and pasting stuff, I've found, so what you see on here--it's not a nice and neat as the real thing, because it didn't copy/paste correctly, for unknown reasons.

(Name and address and contact info)

PROFILE: A detail-oriented and meticulous worker, able to write at a professional level, with solid reading comprehension and excellent verbal skills, who is accustomed to working in a fast-past noisy environment, but whom is equally comfortable working alone, whenever necessary. A team-player, who is absolutely committed to working to high standards, keen on improving her skills and knowledge, and always willing to implement new procedures. Has familiarity with Davox and Goldmine software, Powerpoint and MS Word, and is totally at home with making both in-bound and out-bound warm and cold calls.

EMPLOYMENT LOCTAION:

Due to circumstances beyond my control, it would not be feasible for me to relocate at present. However, I would seriously take it under consideration in the future. Currently I am only seeking employment directly within the G___ ____ or Q____, NY area at this time.

EDUCATION:

1964-1975: M____ Elementary School
1975-1979: G____ Central High School (NY Regents diploma)
1994: S___ Educational Opportunity Center: (Culinary Arts I certificate)
1999-2003: A____ Community College (A.A. Liberal Arts/Humanities)
2003-2005: C___ State College, Major: Communications/Public relations/Journalism, minor:
writing.

ACADEMIC ACHEIVEMENTS:

• American & World literature: A
• English 201/202: A
• News writing: B+
• Editing: A
• Broadcast writing: A
• Public relations writing: A
• Public Speaking: A
• Technical writing: B+
• Playwriting: A
• Directing: B+
• International studies (overseas water studies seminar): A
• State and Local Politics: A

OFFICE SKILLS:

Extensive experience with phones, from PBX switchboard to single line. Typing speed: 35-40 wpm, very experienced with numerical and alphabetical filing, PowerPoint presentations, word processing, familiarity with fax and postage machines, technical writing.

WORK EXPERIENCE:

Phone and office work:

• 1974-88: M___ Public Library. Volunteer clerk. Duties: answer phone, filing, assist patrons (front desk) and perform various duties under the guidance of the library director.

• 1985-87: Kelly Services, TempPower, ManPower. Duties: temporary par-timet and full-time receptionist, TSR, file clerk, switchboard operator.

• Tranceiver East: Duties: trucking permit order taker/issuer--take in-bound calls and fill out permits for 47 US states via computer terminal and/or on paper. Familiarity with regulations for all states was required.

• Inventory Control Service: Duties: inventory taker for NY/New England regional drug and grocery stores.

• 1987-88: ___ Muffler. Duties: Customer service/secretarial

• 1988-90: T___ Publishing. Duties: Verify accuracy of yellow page listings--outbound aprrox. 500 calls a day, some filing.

• 2006-present: C__&___ Communications. Duties: inbound and outbound calls. Warm sales, collections, cold leads, MR surveys.

RECENT WORK HISTORY:

_____________ Communications, ______, NY. Oct. 2006--present. Title: TSR

T_______ of Lake __, Lake ____, NY. July 2006 to Oct. 2006. Reason for leaving: Seasonal employment. Title: Laundry worker

S___ Raceway, _______ _______, NY. Feb. 2006 to July 2006. Reason for leaving: Economic reasons. Title: Housekeeping (sole office cleaner). Job required NY State gaming license, fingerprinting, and background check.

PERSONAL DETAILS:

Date of birth: ___ ____, 1960
Nationality: American
Marital Status: Single
Health: Non-smoker, Non-drinker .
Driver’s license: __ State Class B, clean.
Passport: USA, Valid.

PERSONAL ACHIEVEMENTS:

• Active participant in two international studies programs, one to the Netherlands in 2001, and one to Egypt in 2002. Received a certificate of completion from ____ College Leeuwarden (NL) in 2001.

• Award for Academic Excellence in Theater, 2002.

• Vice-president of the A_____ Club at A_____ Community College.

• Regular features reporter for C___ State College newspaper.

• Parental (elderly) caregiver for over 10 years.

• Was the official Lady of the Fair, for the Saratoga County Fair, for 19__.

• This summer, I came up with a fund raising idea, then organized and carried out this fund raiser on the internet, for a hospice program in Scotland.

LEISURE INTERESTS:

Writing, reading, history/archaeology, theater, horses/pets, antiques, listening to music, travel, and charity work.

Volunteer and club work for the past 30 years: A___ Save-A-Stray, C___ Senior Center/Meals-on-Wheels, Veterans of Foreign Wars, Lake ____ Public Library, Doctor Who Northeast, A____ Therapeutic Riding and S____ Therapeutic Riding centers, A____ Hot Air Balloon Festival, T___ ___ Mansion and National B____ museum (tour guide), M____ Public Library, Salvation Army, local food pantry.

Extracurricular (adult education) courses: Floral arranging, horticulture, stable management, heavy equipment operation, hunt seat equitation, local history (Revolutionary War battlefields) course.

REFERENCES: Made available upon request.

I have to take yet another day off--bugger it all!!! My Ludwig's angina is worse today, and I'm having a bit of trouble swallowing, and my chest hurts a bit. That's about 60 dollars out of my next week's pay cheque. America is bollocks. I wish I lived in Canada or anywhere but here. This is the only "free" nation in the world, where a person is penalized for being sick. It's not just lost pay, it's added expense of cabs, medicine and hospital bills...darn good thing I don't have, and don't especially like, guns. I'd blow my stinking brains out, and have done with this blinking torture called life, already.

America sucks.

See? Darwin was absolutely right.

Bart decided to take his girlfriend's dare, not realizing the shark was really just faking being dead...

So I watched some Dr Who tonight---first Davidson's Doctor in the old episode from his series, titled, The King's Daemons. Then, Time Crash.

And now, thanks to David Tennant and Steven Moffatt, I will never be able to look at PD's outfit, ever again, seeing that bloody stalk of celery, without hearing Tennant utter the line, "...and look at me, I'm wearing a vegetable!"

Great line, one of the best one-liner's I've ever heard Tennant give--and he's had some fab one-liner's on this series...but now, I can't look at that blasted stalk of celery pinned to Davidson's lapel, without snickering and saying, "Look at me, I'm wearing a vegetable!"

Gee, thanks Steven and DT.

Well, it's nearly 1am in the morning--I tried to go to bed a bit earlier, to no avail. I've been swilling Coke and Pepsi and Coffee half the day, just trying to keep my energy going--and now I'm afraid I'm paying the price for it, as I'm rather wide awake at the moment.

Just a note here, that I am indeed in horrendous pain. I am a bit gobsmacked, that I actually made six sales on my first shift--10 to 3, this afternoon, and all of them with credit cards...but, at about half-past two, I nearly passed out in my seat...but, kept on talking and made that last sale...but only after I reached behind me, and turned on the floor fan that, thank God, was standing there. I'd been rather marginal, in how I was feeling, all day, but had suddenly gotten burning hot, and quite nauseous and woozy, just out of the blue. Gave me a bit of a start, it did.

So, I wrangled my hours a bit--normally when I do the split shifts, I go home at 3 and come back at 5 for the night shift...today I coaxed my supervisor to let me do 6 to 10, instead. So, I went home, had a quick lunch and relaxed a few minutes, then hit the bed at 4, for an hour's nap. It helped some, but I only made one invoice sale (you get $1 to $5 bonus, per credit sale, so invoices are generally what we do as a last resort)--mostly I did nothing, all night...talking was sheer torture.

Basically, I have an abscess now, in my jaw/neck, that's about the size of my fist. And yes, it really, really hurts. I can't wait 'till Saturday, when I can afford to buy the medicine. I am counting the days...what's nearly as bad, today, isn't just the pain. Now, I also have this odd, slightly prickly-ticklish sensation in the base of my head and back of my neck--it really is rather uncomfortable, I must say.

I got a very nice e-mail from some person, complementing me on one of my Dr Who stories, on my DW fiction blog on WordPress. I'm always genuinely surprised--and touched as well, when someone actually likes my fiction. I find it rather dull, myself. I fear I'm not much of a story-teller, and lack the vivid imagination needed to be a good fiction writer. Atmosphere is fun to write--like Poe or one of those other Gothic horror writers. I think, maybe, having spent so much time--mostly by myself, outdoors, in every imaginable time of day and type of weather, and having been in old buildings--including one that yes, was indeed haunted...I think that's why writing an atmospheric piece appeals to me. Because I've been there, I know of what I speak, and, certainly, from this writer's point of view, finding the right words comes a lot easier, when you're already quite familiar with your subject.

Dialog is a piece of cake, as well--as long as I can hear the flow of the conversations in my head--visualize the character, their body movements, the way they speak, inside my head--well, the dialog just happens naturally. It's plot that's tough I think--not just flow, but having a solid beginning and middle, with some gripping rising action--well, you hope it's gripping...and usually, an end, as well. Though these days, that's not always the case. I do try to end each chapter in a tiny bit of a cliff-hanger, because that's one thing I've noticed that I like about some books--particularly the works of Louis L'amour, (I've read nearly every book he'd written), that thing that drives you to turn that next page--keep the ending of each chapter, making people, driving them, to desperately know what happens next. Well, aren't we all like that?

Maybe that's what keeps me here still, on planet earth, and away from the fires of Hell...wanted to know what the next chapter will bring--even tho', well I know, that next chapter could be my downfall.

It's the human drive for the proverbial greener pastures, the desire to find the next horizon, the next bend in the road, what is on the other side of the mountain...even if it means ever more, sorrow and pain---then again, it might not.

Listen up people! It's down to you! YOU have the power to put Sudan in its place.

If you care about humanity, DO SOMETHING. Show Sudan that they cannot behave like pathetic, cowardly little babies, and go 'round beating defenseless women just out of nothing more than spite and predjudice.

Here's what you do:

WRITE!

Not Sudan---write Gordon Brown, George W, Bush, your MP's, your Congressmen and senators--tell them to halt ALL aid to Sudan, until they clean up their act.

It's that simple. I'm doing it. If you care about this, why don't you?

I miss having a Christmas tree--it's not the same, pulling open a closet door, reaching up, pulling out a 3 inch pre-decorated tree from the shelf, and plunking it down on top of the tele.

But, what's lost is lost and can never be regained--it would very much take a few hundred dollars or more, to replace all those family decorations--including the tree--that were stolen.

So, I'm stuck with a ten-second bland silver decorated tree, without the lights and special little ornaments, without the struggle to put it up, and make sure everything is tidy-looking...or, if using a live tree, the excitement of going out, and finding just the right tree, or going into the woods to cut your own.

The joy of finding just the perfect ornament(s) to give as a gift, to help make the tree unique and special, a reflection of Christmases past, and Christmases to come.

But, that's gone forever, now and there's no more sitting in the dark, on Christmas night, listening to carols and admiring the tree.

I miss it a great deal--but I try not to. I mean, it wouldn't be the same, anyway, without someone here to share it with, would it?

Just something to do before I have to slog back to work, for another four hours.

Using the first letter of your first name answer the questions.

The first letter of my first name is "N"

Famous Singer: Neil Diamond
Four Letter Word: Nick
Street that you have been down: North Lyon's Avenue
Colour that expresses your mental state: Natural brown
Gift/Present you would like to recieve: New hiking boots
Type of Vehicle: Nissan Pathfinder
Things In A Souvenir Shop: Naked co-ed volleyball tee shirts
Boy Name: Nathan
Girl Name: Nancy
Favourite Movie Title: North by Northwest
Alchoholic Drink: (no clue, I don't drink)
Occupation: News reporter
Famous Celebrity: Nick Nolte
Magazine: Newsweek
U.K. City: Nottingham
U.S. City: New York, New York
Fruit: Necterine
Reason For Being Late For Work: No cab showed up
Something You Throw Away: nappies (disposible kind)
Something You Shout: No, Don't Jump!

"Knock-knock. Who's there? Beats me, I let my butler get it. I'm too rich and powerful to answer doors."

"The tired and the poor and the huddled masses and I, all think you need to be sent to your room. You're grounded, George!"

"You know, Magilla, you always give me the best advice..."

Okay, DT fan-girls, THIS is sexy:

THIS is...erm--some Scottish guy making a rude gesture?

I do think he's one of the best Doctor's ever, but...As far as Tennant being voted sexiest Doctor Who, I personally feel that Pertwee was much more..manly, more charismatic, as far as sex appeal goes--not that I've EVER thought of the Doctor that way...a sexy Doc? No way.

I've had a couple of people, since one of my posts today was put on here, infer that I was being a bit melodramatic.

Maybe. In which case, I wasn't aware that anyone much--outside of a few good friends, was really following my little saga, that much. So, I will keep mum, as much as possible and try to refrain from the dramatics. I wasn't aware I was giving that impression. I don't like being that way-- I prefer my drama on stage, myself.

However, one person did e-mail me, basically not understanding why I was so upset about the cost of things (medical care/medicine).

So, this is the last time I'll discuss it, since it has some people quite upset with me....okay, let's put this in the simplest possible terms, okay.

My monthly grocery (food) budget, is, very roughly, about 150 to 180 dollars...and that's cutting it down to the bone, 2 weeks out of 4. The antibiotics cost $82--which is coming out of my grocery budget.

The funds don't magically appear out of thin air--they come from my ONE pay check that I get each week--which varies from week to week...it used to peak at 289. It now peaks at 243, and lately has been considerably less--a substantial cut in my budget. (As always, halve that to convert to pounds.)

And it may be melodrama to you, but it's cold harsh reality to me--that I have to deal with alone here. I've got lovely friends--wonderfully supportive and kind--but, they are, all, to a one, in cyberspace-- here, in the physical sense, I'm utterly alone.

I'm not getting much help from the govt. Once you get off disability and start working, they more or less wash their hands of you. And, this may sound drastic--but when I saw that garnishment in my cheque, all I could think was, that I wish I would just die and have done with it...because the pain of knowing I'm working, and have ZERO to show for it...it HURTS, okay? It hurts worse than you can possibly understand. No one wants to feel utterly useless and/or worthless--but that IS how I feel, knowing I'm incapable of supporting myself, that I've hit a dead-end before I'm even 50 years old. And, on top of that, this year marked the first time that my health has failed me. I've very much aged 10 or 15 years in the last 2 years. I'm a 47 year old, who absolutely feels--right now--like I'm 70.

And that's the end of this discussion.

THE DOCTOR DEFEATS THE ALIENS WITH ONLY A PLATE OF BEANS AND SOME GARLIC:

"Thank you for tuning in to Galifreyan anal radio. At the sound of the fart, it's airtime: Bye-bye."

Florida neighborhood on alert over WW II bombs

By Barbara ListonTue Nov 27, 5:09 PM ET

Residents of an Orlando neighborhood of $500,000 homes are stepping gingerly these days since finding live World War II explosives next to a middle school, a day care center, homes and businesses.

"We are stressing what we call the three Rs," said Nancy Sticht, a spokeswoman for the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, which she said means to recognize, retreat and report suspected bombs. "They're old but being old doesn't make them any less dangerous. They can become more unstable over time."

Undetonated bombs and fragments first turned up in July behind Odyssey Middle School, which Stricht said was built within the former Pinecastle Jeep Range leased by the military in the 1940s for troop training.

The school lies inside a target zone that was used for bombing, strafing and air-to-ground rocket practice, according to an aerial photograph overlay prepared by the Corps of Engineers to delineate the apparent bull's eye.

But since the discovery behind the school, other live munitions have been found beyond the target zone, including a 23-pound (10 kg) bomb found in early November by a private munitions company that was hired by a nearby residential developer to make sure his site was safe.

Stricht said the 12,000-acre (4,856-hectare) former Pinecastle Jeep Range is just one of 700 old and potentially hazardous defense sites in Florida alone, including about 100 that dealt with munitions.

A search of old army and county records by the Orlando Sentinel revealed how the problem can spread even beyond the sites' boundaries. The records show that builders have been granted permission since 1999 to excavate the bomb range site for dirt to be used for road and building foundations.

A recent sweep of the school campus and adjacent ranch by the corps identified 2,000 metal objects underground. Each item is being excavated and cleared under an emergency $1.1 million cleanup which began over the Thanksgiving week school holiday and will continue during the Christmas break, Stricht said.

Neighbors, however, are wondering when the rest of the Pinecastle range, on which part of the Vista Lakes residential community has been developed, and the roads and property developed with soil from the range, will be inspected.

The city of Orlando has called on developers to voluntarily check their property before building, and Commissioner Phil Diamond says stronger action may be required.

"I say no testing, no permit," Diamond said.

Vista Lakes developer Newland Communities, a private real estate development company, declined to comment.
Vista Lakes Community, Orlando Florida

Wow, I just found out, that not long ago, on the Justgiving Accord fund raising page, that I was in the number four spot, for the top five Justgiving Accord Hospice fundraisers. And I didn't even meet goal!

Huh. Who'da thunk it?

Page link:

http://www.justgiving.com/accord/raisemoney/

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"By the way, Freema, while I'm down here--I love yer posh knickers--do those pants come in my size, d'ya think?"

well, this was a very unproductive day, ey?

Oh yeah, went to hospital--but all the guy did was give me a prescription for antibiotics--which, I found, going to the local drug store--it up by a few dollars--$82 dollars now! Well, I don't happen to have that at the moment--but will on Friday. If I don't buy any groceries--except for milk and cat food, I think I can manage it..maybe. Oh, and once again, he admonished me to go to the dentist..a flipping 15 miles away! How does this state expect people to get treatment, when the only treatment is beyond your reach, transport-wise (and financially). They have an emergency dentist at the hospital, but he won't touch me due to the abscess. Terrific.

And, the doctor told me he thought I wasn't "doing too good." And rather sarcastically asked me why I couldn't "be bothered" to see my doctor. Yeah the ER doc, he was very displeased with me--and rather rude, as well.

Yeah, but ask these same huffy, pompous doc's why, if poor people taking care of themselves and getting treated for their illnesses are so important to them, why they refuse to give up their big fat privately paid fees, and move to force the United States government, to humanely move to an NHS style system--oh yeah, then the doctor's dance to a different tune.

I do wish--sincerely--I lived in another country, but of course, I too well am aware, that that likely wouldn't change anything. I'd probably be just as bad, if not worse off, somewhere else, as here. I just wouldn't have to stomach the deliberately crass behaviour and sheer, utter mindlessness of these people any longer. And Bush and the Bush-ites, I'd be rid of them, as well.

Capitalism and Democracy--they don't always mix very well--although many conservative dolts fight America being humane to her own people, by associating national health with socialism (communism)...morons.

And, what's really ridiculous, is that National Health would actually HELP America--there'd be less absenteeism in the workplace, because people would be better equipped to take care of themselves, and, if people didn't have to spend the cost of a car, caravan or even a house, just to keep healthy--that's money that would be going back into local and national economies!

It's completely about cash, in the US, with billions being made by the insurance and pharmaceudical companies-- humanity is small indeed, in the shadow of the dollar bill.

If you told these mindless Americans, that some person in a 3rd world country, has to choose between eating, or paying for medicine, they'd tut-tut and shake their heads. But, tell these same Americans, that that poor person is really one of their own--and...nothing. They just shrug and say, "Well, that's life."

I am so very ashamed of my nation, and what it has become. People have this narrow perception of America--and the minute anyone brings reality into the picture--these days, instead of trying to make things right, or better...Americans run away, drape themselves in the flag, and cry traitor to anyone who tries to point out the scars on the Body Democratic.