Words?

What do words say to you? What does it mean...what should it mean...what can it mean???
These are enormous questions when left alone.

Yesterday afternoon, I was offered many, by someone nearby, but...without a single word from self, was exposed to a tirade of pent-up anger, frustration, and all manner of internal emotions, that burst upon my unsuspecting frame...my mind closed at first, as my form of protection, however, 30 minutes later I gave up, and exploded too...

My question was, 'what have I ever done to you?'
This person was in a world of their own, extremely well-read, sane and respectable in every degree...however, I walked out of my sick bed, (yes, that IS what I did!!), and vowed never to converse with this person again.
Rationale can be fruitless when faced with a rotting pie.

I regret giving this person 30 minutes, because I just sat there drawing, and the tirade helped my sketch actually...but enough is enough...we all have a value and a limit, and it should not be tested too often, though there are many who need reminding of the fact.

Anyway, it is snowing outside, and I'm being treated for extremely high blood pressure once more, affecting my heart, and as for the spine...well, the local news here is that our hospital, (a 'flagship hospital') is £30 million in debt and surgeons have been 'ordered to delay or even postpone operations at all costs'.
So, after waiting well over a year with a now confirmed broken spine, can now expect to wait another year, which my Chinese practitioners warned will put me permanantly in a wheelchair.

I'll fight them with this, and failing that, will go abroad to face my essential spinal operation.

Do words or health come first??
...neither of them actually...as money is the ultimate winner...

money possessess all...though possessed by few it seems.