On November 14 I went to the doctor. Due to a low red blood cell count he had me go back the next day and gave me a two prescriptions. He said I likely have or had bleeding ulcers. He wanted to do a EGD. A test on my esophagus and stomach. He wanted it done in a couple of days. It wasn't scheduled for a week. Then I figured that I could get it done for free at VA so I cancelled that appointment and made one at VA. They didn't schedule it for six weeks.
I had gone to the doctor the first time the year before. When he was checking me this time he found a scar on the back of my hand. He didn't know if he had found it before and commented on it. I told him I got it from my sister who burned me with a poker when I was only three. He asked if I was still talking to her. I told him that I had them all mad at me. It boils down to I got tired of all the negativity. All the abuse. All the controlling. I needed to be treated as a human being. Not a doorstop, rug or some rock or other object. They don't get it. Even if I explained it to them they would not get it. They are too stuck on themselves. Amen
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