Part of me is still very much alive, but another part in me rejects life, thanks to TOTAL neglect from some beloved doctor's and the even lovelier NHS. (I really do not hate the NHS, but please understand my total disillusionment with the present bankrupt system. Individually, doctor's and nurses are the best in the world, but the NHS, en-masse, has become non-league.)
How can this be, in such a glorified nation?
I reject nonsense, pain, selfishness, acquiescence and all forms of coldness, rudeness, greed and self-opinionated head-in-the-sand crap...I'd rather have my head in the clouds than below ground.
Thanks to some very dear comments from some very dear people here...you are a Godsend at my wit's end, saving me from the world's end, allowing me to fight to the very end!
I've had moments where I nearly went to the other side...
I'm on heavy medication, that disallows me the opportunity of movement, walking, and using this keypad. Today, my temper erupted, Etnaesque, and boiling blood got me this far~~~!!!!!
I need a vent, an avenue, a view, some air and life.
Thanks to the weather, I'm eating Chinese style noodles, liver, chicken, peppers, sweetcorn, mushrooms, wasabi, chives, onions and fresh chillies outside, with Gunpowder tea.
Furthermore, I have got some new songs by Shibata Jun, and the Kaiser Chiefs...I'm well away.
Here's to today, because tomorrow will be digging me deeper into the NHS pit.
Give me herbs not 'healthcare'!!
