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Veterans'
Administrator (VA)
Number 1
Post subject:
Pain Management
At the VA, apparently you have to do your own pain management... and here is why
I say that...
I called the VA health line and spoke with a nurse.
I called because my left leg, from my knee to the bottom of my foot was feeling
very strange. It felt as if I had burnt it. Anything that touched it sent
signals of seering, burning, pain to my brain. It felt as if I had been scalded
on my leg. As long as I didn't touch it, it just felt strange, but no scalded
sensation. I could only image at the cause of this sudden onset of pain.
The nurse stated asking me questions about my pain. I gave her a description.
She started asking me questions about recent traumas and I told her that I was
just watching an episode of 'Law and Order'. I first noticed it when it a
commercial came on and my mind began to wander. Before she could ask too many
more questions I told her that I had shingles. She said, "Oh." and the triage
went another direction after that. I told her that the doctor had given me
acyclovir for it, but usually it had blisters. This time it was killing me but
had no blisters in site. She said what I already knew, that the virus was
attacking my nerve cells and destroying them. She asked me what kind of pain
medicine my physcian had prescribed me for the shingles. I told her that she had
given me tramadol 50mg. She said, son that medicine is for bone and joint pain.
Shingles are terribly painful, someone should have given you something for nerve
pain. I told her that I had gotten shingles in the military at Lackland AFB
(first blisters - I didn't tell anyone) and they were identified less than two
months later at my first base, Lowry AFB, CO. I told her that I was 19 years old
then and have had shingles popping out on my left leg from time to time since
then and NO ONE has ever offered me anything for the pain.
I believe that since I'm six foot six inches tall, two-hundred and fifty pounds
and don't just come out and tell them that I'm in pain they just assume that I'm
not and don't ask me if I'm in pain and don't give me anything for it. I like to
call that male giant discrimination syndrome. It's been that way all my life.
Since I've always been a pretty large fellow people just generally believe that
I don't feel pain. In addition to that I'm a male and genetically designed to be
a little stoic. I don't know if this syndrome affects any and/or all tall
females, because I'm not a female and haven't asked any of them. I don't know
any tall females. All the ones that I know are short. I'd like to know if they
have the same problem.
Enough about them, these doctors and nurses are college educated people, aka
supposedly very intelligent people. However, they appear to be no different than
most other people. I support this FACT with the physical evidence that while on
the telephone and they can't see my slightly intimidating frame they naturally
ask me if my condition is causing me any pain. However, when they see me in
person, they don't ask. They do ask me what my pain level is every time that
they see me for the first time. But, when I tell them of a condition or a new
development they don't ask me what my pain level was for that event. They just
assume that since I'm doing okay at the second that they ask me what my pain
level is that it's always going to stay at that level. They never asked me how
much pain a shingle outbreak causes me.
Another good example is that my left knee is killing me today. Normally, it's
pain level is at a 3 or 4 - I think that means that it aches. However, today
it's at a 7, 8, even 9. When I walk on it I get a sharp stabbing pain in my
knee. I could hardly stand long enough to fold clothes. It hurt so bad that I
was seriously considering letting they lie there and fold them later. But, I'm
not the kind of person who can do things like that unless my pain is a 10. At a
10 I might still fold them before I go to the hospital. I'm somewhat of a neat
freak.
Well, I welcome opinions of this post. I would also like to see if anyone else
is having similar problems.
Number 2
Post Subject: Veterans as
Scapegoats
Well, I’m a lot appalled by
the VA and its perspective on veteran appointments. Someone in their management
chain decided to print up thousands of flyers and cardboard standups to show
anyone and everyone who stands at a counter that you and I (veterans) are
wasting hundreds of thousands of dollars of government money by NOT showing up
for our appointments.
That is NOT the case. Their
appointment system is messed up and they spent hundreds of thousands of dollars
on it and do not want to admit that it’s messed up, so they blame it on vets
instead of their own incompetence.
They make stealth
appointments, that is appointments that they don’t tell you about, then you miss
them and it’s your fault. This has happened to me twice and it happened to my
uncle Gil also.
I called to make another
appointment and they fussed at me for missing my last one. I told them that I
didn’t have a last one. They told me the date and time, I looked on my giant
Looney-tunes wall calendar and it wasn’t there. I told them that I didn’t know
about the appointment, they said that their computers don’t lie. I said okay and
told them that I was sorry I missed it but could they please make me another
one. They made another appointment for me.
A few weeks later I was
talking to my uncle Gil and aunt Celeste. I recounted my appointment adventure
at the VA and they told me that they were having the same problem. They told me
that the VA would call them and tell them that they had an appointment, the day
before appointment. They said that no one ever told them that they had an
appointment, just boom, a phone call out the blue. They said that they were
mystified about it and it was the second time that it happened to them this
year. I wrote a letter to my congressman Joe Wilson (South Carolina, 2nd
district representative) and never heard anything back about it.
So, let’s blame our vets for
missing appointments that no one ever told them about and while we’re at it we
should just allow them (US Government) to blame Jews for the holocaust and
blacks for slavery and CHRISTian beliefs for messing up the tranquility of the
union.
Don’t let the United States
government play the blame game by printing up flyers to blame veterans. Instead,
do what JESUS would’ve done and call them, write to them, fax them, visit their
offices if you are able, and give them a piece of your mind.
Divorce
Number 1
Post subject:
To Domestic Tranquility!!! (NOT!!!)
I hope that you all realize that the government works very hard at inventing
ways to take children from people.
When Thomas Jefferson first starting trying to draft a bill of rights for the
state of Virginia he studied the laws there. In his book, Thomas Jefferson's
notes on the state of Virginia (1743-1826), the self-proclaimed scientist noted
that if a man were caught at an amish rally. His wife and children (aka:
property) were taken from him. The second time, his house and lands (aka:
property). The third time, he was dunked until professing never to do it again
or until dead.
He doesn't mention what they did with the wife and/or children. However, since
the government had taken them I imagine they felt somewhat responsible for them.
I would imagine that they were most likely given to relatives or sold at market
as slaves. Basically the same thing they do with them today, only with much
better public relations for the government. It looks like they are learning from
their mistakes.
In 1878 the supreme court, Reynolds vs The US Government, outlawed polygamy. The
reason was because the judges believed that it was NOT contiguous with domestic
tranquility.
Today the exact same court system has managed to cause men and women to stalk
and kill, in the most horrible fashions, each other at alarming rates across all
50 states. Surprisingly they are attempting to expand this from the law of the
land (The US) to the law of the planet (UN), making divorce an up and coming
thing in every country on the planet.
Reasons:
In 1743-1826, it was because someone belonged to a religion that was NOT
approved by the government.
In 1878, it was because someone belongs to a religion that was NOT approved by
the government.
All under the sanctions that these peoples beliefs would adversely affect the
tranquility of the union. It looks to me like the beliefs and the decisions of
the union (Stupreme Court) are adversely affecting the tranquility of the union.
They are also endangering the lives of many citizens. These people whom they
have forced into an outcast society have ZERO medical history. They can't keep
track of their family blood-lines due the fact that it's illegal and they can be
arrested or scorned. They should STOP meddling in civil law and push these
matters into criminal law (where people have rights).
Elementary
Number 1
Post Subject: locked in a shoe cabinet
When I was six, I started the second grade at Knightsville Elementary School in
Knightsville, South Carolina. I was pretty excited to get into the second grade.
I had had Ms Limaland for the first grade. She had been a really nice teacher. I
had liked her a lot and had learned to trust teachers again after my bad
experiences with them while I was in Kindergarten.
My second grade teacher made a new game for us. She had told us how important
last names were. She had told us how last names were made a long time ago. The
game started when she went around the room asking each of us what our last names
were. When we finished telling her our last names she began to tell us how our
ancestors would’ve come up with those names. It was a great game, however it had
limitations. There were a few of us who had unusual last names and she didn’t
know what they meant. She told us that she would go home and find out what they
meant. The next day she still didn’t know. We asked her for a few more days. One
days we asked again, and she told us that we were going to play a new game. She
told us to climb into the shoe cabinets (approximately 2ft by 2ft by 3ft) in the
back of the classroom by the door. We didn’t like that game; I told her that I
was scared of the dark. She made us get into the cabinets anyway. I remember
looking at the little shafts of white light that was peaking into the holes and
cracks at me. There wasn’t much light, but after my eyes adjusted I could see
the little lines and dots of white light on the walls, floor, and ceiling of the
little cabinet.
About 3 months later I was waiting with my Mother at the bus stop in Pine Hill
Acres, a subdivision of Jedburg, South Carolina. I saw the bus coming and
couldn’t take it any longer. I looked down at the ground and told my Mom that
was just going to have to kill me, because I wasn’t going to get on that bus.
Being the intelligent blonde that she, my Mother came to the quick conclusion
that something must be wrong. She told me to get into the car. She poked her
head into the bus doorway and spoke with the driver. She came back to the car
and we went to the school. My mother went to the administrative office and asked
to see the principle. The principal told me to go wait by the door of my
classroom. I did what she asked. While waiting there I remember seeing my mother
and Mrs. Jenkins walking down the hallway. My teacher had come out of the
classroom to see why I was waiting by her door. She asked and I told her that I
was waiting for my Mother and Mrs. Jenkins. She looked out the door, saw them,
and walked down the hallway to meet them. I watched the three of them begin to
talk. My mother started talking louder; her face was starting to get red. Then
suddenly she reached out and grabbed my teacher by the front of her shirt. She
started shaking her. Mrs. Jenkins quickly thrust her hands between them and
started trying to pry them apart. Eventually, she was successful. Mrs. Jenkins
pried them apart and the teacher returned to the classroom. My Mother, the
principle, and I went to the principal’s office.
The next day at school was different. I was put into a new class. I was put into
Mrs. Bollers class. Mrs. Boller was a great teacher, I liked her a lot.
Number 2
Post Subject: Left to right
handed
My Mother dropped me off at
Knightsville Elementary school in Knightsville, SC. She walked me down the
hallway and watched me walk into my new classroom. I saw all the other kids and
thought that this going to be a lot of fun. Almost immediately the teacher began
telling us that there were rules. We had to sit in our seats unless given
permission to get up. Basically, we had to have permission to do almost
anything. It was still fun, even though she wanted us to be quiet we managed to
whisper. A few days later, once we were beginning to settle down, it was time to
start learning to write.
The teacher had a wooden
stick, like a ruler, but a little thicker. She carried it with her everywhere
she went. We had already witnessed its use when one of our classmates did not
have permission. Our teacher wanted to know if any of us could write out names.
I saw a few hands raise and I raised mine also. She was giving us a chance to
shine. My Dad and I had spent the entire summer learning to write my name. The
teacher walked around and allowed us to show her that we could write our names.
One at a time and eventually she got to me. I picked up the pencil and crack the
pencil went flying through the air and landed on the ground. She had hit me on
the hand with the stick. I thought that my little hand was broken, it hurt so
much. There was a red mark on it. I barely notice, because mostly I remember
hearing the laughter of the other children. She picked up the pencil and told me
to try again. I reached for the pencil with my left hand again, she raised the
stick and I quickly pulled my protesting hand back for protection. She said, use
your other hand. I tentatively picked up the pencil, clumsily, with my right
hand while watching that stick very, very carefully. I tried to write my name,
but could not even make out what I had just written. She went to the next kid.
The next few days were the
same, raising the stick whenever I tried to pick up a pencil with my left hand.
I had wasted an entire summer. I had to learn all over again. I was very
frustrated.
Air Force
Number 1
Post Subject: Shocking event
at George AFB, CA
I had gone out onto the
flight line with a few other technicians. We
ordered and took another CSSG with us.
We found a broken at four and replace the port, we did an operational
check, and tick the broken CSSG back to the shop with us.
At the shop we put the CSSG
on the test batch. It was pretty
exciting because the shop chief (MSgt. Wilson) had offered to help me determine
if this CSSG was any good. I had
already put it in its mount and gotten the technical order from the book shelf.
He turned it on to perform a few quick tests and then shut it off.
He told me to pull the can off the back.
I did as instructed, and he told me that we were going to be doing some
ohms checks. He told me two test
points to put my test meter leads onto.
I set my multi meter to ohms and put my test leads on the test points.
At the exact moment that I got the negative onto the second test point
the world when white.
The next thing I remember
was trying to stand up and hearing the sound of all the fans and the CSSG test
station running. After that the
shop chief started walking toward me really fast he grabbed me by the shoulders
and asked me if I was OK. Before I
could tell him how I felt, he started telling me how sorry he was.
He started helping me walk over to the round table that was in the center
of the room and pull out a chair for me to sit in.
He started patting me on the shoulder and telling me that we didn’t need
to file a report about this. He
asked me how I felt again. I told
him that I felt really shaking. We had
been testing for ohms on a -400 volt DC circuit.
Both my fingers had been touching the metal test point leads of the
multi meter, trying to pierce the thick protective coating on the metal.
He told me that I could go home and take today off if I wanted.
I told him that I’ll be OK if I could just sit there for a little bit.
I crossed my arms on the table and put my head down on my arms and tried
to wait until I could stop shaking.
The shop chief quickly told another airman to go get a cup of water.
He came back with the cup of water and I raise my head up and drank it
was shaky hands.
They all left me there at
the table and went on about their business.
The shop chief went back to testing the CSGG by himself.
After about what felt like
an hour I started to feel a little better, got up and walked around one bit.
GOD had been watching out
for me again.
Number 2
Post Subject: Radiation in
the Desert
Two F-4 fighting phantom
fighter/bombers had collided in the supersonic corridor over the Mohave desert.
I was picked for each team to go recover the aircraft and its crew.
We were billeted at a lodge in a resort called the Devils’ golf course.
From there we were taking a truck every day out to a campsite.
From the campsite we walked out to sign posts.
Each signpost was 1000 feet.
Once we reached a signpost a Huey helicopter would come and pick us up and bring
us back to the campsite. Sometimes
if the signposts were far out the helicopter would pick us up at the campsite
and take us to the signposts.
The terrain was very very
arid. They made us drink two
canteens of water per hour. They
had told us that the area had -111 inches of rainfall per year.
F-4s had crashed into two
separate but distinct locations.
One was called the pancake and the other was called the smoking hole.
The bulk of the aircraft resided in those two locations.
There were many small items lying on the ground within a large radius
around each impact site. We had
been charged to pick up everything larger than the size of the nickel.
I had gone out on the third
leg of a trip to the 3000 foot sign post.
Between the 2003 thousand foot sign post I had found a small hole about 3
to 4 inches across. There was a
funny characteristic about this desert area.
Anything that went into the ground deeper than one foot would be covered
with a green and super salty brine.
As I pushed my hand down into the green sandy briny water almost to my shoulder,
I began to feel something hard with my fingertips.
I nudged it and pushed it until I can get a good grip on it.
Then I pulled it from the hole into the sunlight where I could see it.
Almost instantly I recognized it as a three-day clock.
These three day clocks were built by Timex.
One was put into the front cockpit and the second was put into the
co-pilot’s cockpit. You could wind
them up and they would keep ticking for three days.
I shook the green sandy brine off of it and moved the winding knob back
and forth a little and it began ticking again.
This was amazing. This three
day wind up clock built by Timex had been in a collision at almost 1400 miles an
hour, falling 25,000 feet, put a crater almost 3 feet deep into the desert
floor, and it was still ticking.
The next funny thing that
happen in the desert was about the engine gear box.
The F-4s use of J79 jet engine, and the gear box is filled with the
special type of oil that has strontium 90 particles and it.
At least that’s what they told us the last day of the recovery project.
We had picked up all of the parts put them on flatbeds to be taken back
to the base. They were put into
large Dumpsters and put into a secure location at the base.
It’s really funny that after we had picked up all those parts they told
us if they were radioactive and we were not supposed to touch them.
Social Security
Administration
Number 1
Post Subject: US Government
robbing the elderly (your Dad & Mom)
UR next...
My mother was born with a club foot. It has been hurting her more and more until
finally she became unable to work. She filed for SS and won. I say won because
it is a battle. We all know that those scum sucking politicians have already
spent all of the money that our parents and grandparents put into that fund.
Anyway back to subject at hand. After a few years of getting SS her foot
starting feeling a little better and under prompts from SS she found a job that
would accommodate her to the extent that she could perform it. After a few years
of that her foot began to hurt her really bad again and she had to stop working.
We’ve reapplied and she still isn’t getting her money, as of April 2008. I’ve
contacted Ms. Colefield at Congressman Joe Wilson’s office to get it
straightened out. Nothing has happened yet. She wanted us to do this and to do
that. We did what she said, the least she could do is call us and tell us what
she's found out. But no, no phone call, no letter, nothing. That's a lot of
no's.
My mother’s entire income, consisting of my Dad’s military and civil service
annuity to her, is approximately $600.00 per month.
Now that she can’t work any longer they are deducting that money from my Dad’s
annuity to her. They are taking $150.00 a month from a woman who only makes
$600.00 per month. WOW!!! That leaves her an entire $350.00 to live on. Imagine
that. One of the richest and most powerful nations on Earth robbing a poor 63
year old woman and leaving her with $350.00 a month to live on.
Now, I don’t know what book you like to use for your moral fiber. But, I’d like
to believe that any book on this planet would call that wrong. There is not even
a word bad enough for the kind of people who do this.
Hypothetically, what if I went over to OK Senator Inhofe, Clinton, Obama’s
parents stopped all their income, gave them $600.00 a month to live on and then
started deducting $150.00 a month from that. How do you think that those clowns
would feel? Do you think that they might be motivated to do something to change
things to help their parents? I believe that they would. However, because it’s
someone else’s parents, they don’t care about them. For all they care, my Mom
and Dad or yours could starve to death.
Number 2
Post Subject: Orangeburg SSA
office disses customers
28Mar08 - I called the local SS office (803-531-4550) again
around 0930 hours. I was on hold for 11:49 minutes and they hung up on me, they
didn't say hello or anything, just hung up on me.
I called back and waited for 6:42 minutes and then the phone rang and rang and
rang about 40 to 60 times and then they hung up on me again, they didn't say
hello or anything, just hung up on me once again.
I called back and was on hold for 8:23 minutes. When they finally answered I
spoke with Ms Benton and she transferred me to Ms Gidron's voice mail, I left
another message even though I know that she will never call me.
I called back again and someone hung up on me again after 8:64 minutes on hold.
I called again and was hung up on after 7:57 minutes on hold.
I called back and finally a woman answered the telephone at exactly 10:58.
My scientific proof is that I noticed how Ms Gidron had put me on hold twice
already and hadn't been disconnected from me once. A little more scientific
proof is that she, Ms Puzer, announced zero problems in understanding me.
Therefore, my scientific conclusion complete with scientific proof to back me up
is that someone at the local, Orangeburg, social security office was picking up
the telephone and then hanging up on people. My scientific evidence also backs
up the fact that they pretend that they have trouble hearing you simply so that
they can hang up the telephone and not have to deal with you. My heartburn comes
from the fact that we pay thousands of dollars for that extensive, up-to-date,
high-technology telephone system and then the high-paid employees at the social
security office repay that dedication from the taxpayers by pretending that they
can't hear them on the telephone, hanging up on them, and/or not returning their
phone calls. This is a terrible disservice to the American citizens in the
Orangeburg area and to Americans everywhere.
I called again on
21May08 – I called and spoke
with a gentle man, who answered the telephone after 9 minutes and 22 seconds, he
made me re-authenticate everything about my mother and attempted to connect me
to Ms Puzner. I was on hold for another 12 minutes and 40 seconds when she hung
up on me. I called back and was on hold for 9 minutes and 10 seconds. Another
gentleman answered and I told him that I was on hold for 22 minutes the last
time I called in until Ms Puzner hung up on me. He said I’ll connect you, and I
never even heard any music this time, she just started talking on the phone. She
told me that she was just about to call me back because her telephone dropped
the call. I figure that if she realized that the phone dropped the call and was
trying to call me back, why would it take her more than 9 minutes to call me
back. I don’t believe her.
Anyway, I asked her what the status of
my mother’s claim was and she told me that she had spoken with Ms Gidron and
they had determined that my mother needed to sign a new agreement to pay the
overpayment back. I told her that she had told me all that last month and that
Ms Gidron would be contacting us about what to do next. I told her that someone
could’ve already sent that agreement to us in the mail, we could’ve signed it,
and sent it back. She said that we needed to come down there and sign it. I told
her that we would make arrangements to do all that, once again.
She asked me how much my
mother would be paying back per month. I told her that she wanted to pay back
$100 per month. She said that she didn’t think that they would go for that
because Mom had agreed to pay $250 per month on the first agreement. I asked her
why she had asked me if she really didn’t want to know. Furthermore, I told her
that we had agreed to that before SS had taken over a year to decide that the
old letter was no good, started stealing money from my dad’s military annuity to
my mother, and to tell her that she needed another one.
Politicians
Number 1
Post Subject: Don’t vote for
that one
I saw a woman politician on
channel 19 news. She was talking about recycling. She had started by telling us
how recycling pays. She pointed to a few broken items in the trash and explained
how valuable each item was in the recycling market. She was explaining how she
raises taxes, by charging an extra dollar recycling fee for each recyclable
item. I don’t understand her scam at all. Why would she want to raise taxes and
charge extra for recyclable items when recycling pays for itself. She mentioned
that there is gold, silver, copper, aluminum, lead in those items. Then she
wants to charge us to extract it. If you have a greedy, unintelligent politician
like this in your area, please get rid of her. That is, don’t vote at all.
Neither one of them is any good, just don’t vote. However, I do urge you to call
them, fax them, email them and tell them how you feel and what you think. Voting
does absolutely nothing but encourages them to continue being ignorant.
If you see a politician
that wants to put the 10 commandments everywhere vote for that politician.
When you see a
politician voting to cut all congressional salaries in half, both federal
and state, vote for that person.
If you see a politician
that wants to sell private jets and fly coach, vote for that person.
If you see a politician
that wants to make divorce and child support illegal vote for that person.
If you see a politician
that wants to make other countries stop polluting vote for that person.
If you see a politician
that believes that only American born citizens should own property vote for
that person.
If you see a politician
that believes since we are the richest country on Earth because of our grand
and great-grand parents, we (native born Americans) should all be able to
retire and receive social security at age 45 vote for that person.
If you see a politician
that believes that only American citizens should benefit from what our grand
and great-grandparents lived, suffered, and died to build vote for that
person.
Don’t vote for the ones
who want you to pay three times for something that is going to pay for
itself.
Don’t vote for the ones
who believe in laws that give them a pay raise whether they want one or not.
Number 2
Post Subject: US gov
communication with citizens squashed like a bug
I’ve written my congress people many times over this decade
about the government’s blatant waste of our money by printing on a single side
of a piece of paper. I’ve written to the specific government agencies involved.
I’ve written government watchdog agencies. I’ve never gotten any satisfactory
responses from any of them, as a matter of fact I’ve ZERO response from them.
They buy millions of dollars worth of special printers that can duplex by simply
putting a checkmark in a box and they don’t use them. This enables them to waste
our money at twice the usual rate.
To add injury to insult,
they call us STUPID, by hiring specially trained individuals and paying them
more of our money for being specialized. These highly specialized people cannot
even put a checkmark in a box to make a printer duplex and save us all millions
of dollars. Using this method our government can waste our money three times as
fast. Someone needs to fire the people making these kinds of decisions.
Why does the government
spend millions of dollars on computers for Social Security and the Department of
Labor and won't allow people (users, taxpayers) to communicate using the fastest
method of communication (E-Mail) on Earth. These systems were purchased so that
they could make these offices more efficient. How can they encourage and improve
communication with taxpayers if they are NOT allowed to communicate. More
millions of dollars wasted.
Number 3
I've
been reading many stories about our current financial crisis on various the
websites of various news agencies.
I
can't understand why this should be our crisis, instead of a grand opportunity.
I
vote YES. Bail them out.
However, we should charge interest. It's our (my) money and I demand that they
(our congress people) charge interest on that money, just like they do everybody
else. If they are very, very, very nice they could charge 1%. That would lend a
profit of 7 billion on a 700 billion dollar bail out loan. If they use the much
more aggressive most common market lending strategy, used for credit cards, then
the American taxpayer would see a 2.1 trillion dollar profit. That's enough
money to fix the Social Security system many times over. As a matter-of-fact
with this type of investment into the SS fund, everyone in the country should be
able to retire at age 45, just like many of our congress people.
I'm
sick and tired of our fat, over-paid politicians not taking advantage of their
fat, over-paid education that we're paying for, to take these opportunities in
hand and get us all ahead. Instead they usually find a way to fat, lazy, and let
us all get caught in the cross-wind, the tornado, the hurricane, when the bottom
drops out, or whatever type of caught with your pant down analogy you want to
use. The gas crisis which they knew foresaw 50 years ago, bit us in the shorts.
Now, this world financial crisis that they caused by forcing lenders to be much
more aggressive then they would normally be has bit us yet again in the shorts.
I could go on and on and I'm certain that many of you could go on and on also.
However, my shorts are getting too many holes in them. In cases like this, we
need to get a whole new pair of shorts. A pair of shorts that has a bite-proof
bottom. One that uses it's intellect to foresee possible problems and build
plans, prevention models, disaster recovery plans and systems. Something that
these people know how to do, they are just too lazy to do it. I say, "FIRE them
ALL!!!" get a new pair of shorts.
Medical
Number 1
Dan McGrew & Polycythemia
A few days ago my VA doctor
noticed that my hct was high. It was above the high mark on his graph. So, he
told me that I have polycythemia. He said that he wanted to have some more tests
done. I told him okay. He signed me up for a bone marrow test. That is going to
happen sometime in the future.
If anyone has had the bone marrow test done, please let me know about your
experience with it.
In the meantime, I have some questions:
1. Is there a diet for people with PV???
2. The US National Institute of Health says that PV is not hereditary, but
everybody on the PV boards says that it is. What is the TRUTH???
a. My great granddad had PV.
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Love is very patient and kind, never jealous or envious, never boastful or
proud, never haughty or selfish or rude.
1 Corinthians 13:4 - 8, 13