Omg.. not enough spoons this day or maybe this coming fortnight to read these part 1 & 2 (meaning consume, digest, empathize and perhaps even write a proper emotive and caring response).. in the meantime though, I’ll just say (while in bed drooling having scanned this amazing story when I saw it come in, got the 40,000 ft gist).. I’ll just say, my darling girl.. that I’m feeling you, extreme frustration and.. and.. I wish I was an billionairesssssssss omg. I’d get you on a jet plane, to the best place with the best med team. I love you. ❤️
DOOD. I know you get it and this reply right here, as well as the fact that you even scanned and scanned and...inhaaaaale...scanned to even take in the gist is all the meaningful reply I need. The story simply needed to have glaring light shed on it. Especially for once I'm done with the procedure itself and then start writing HUUUUGE nasty-grams so I can just link to it. Anybody who takes the time to even scan this series makes me purr. Because this kind of crap hammering me with hardly any reprieve, and sometimes overlapping from different agencies, is why I'm having all these neurological issues to begin with.
Gather spoons. Enjoy your weekend. Skip down to the bottom of Part 3 for the Triumphant Ending and what I'm up to right now. MUAH!!!! Thank you so much for being here with me!
My pleasure, daaaaling.. thanks for the breadcrumbs to the Triumphant Ending piece.. and of course, I now see the point of it, I mean.. with so much crap behaviour from all the so-called services in this entire story, and all the ridiculousness, that folks at services don’t know, umm, no we not resting easy, we having churn (was it this or that, them first or me first?), but.. girl.. I know the night sweats.. and you are a genius, yes.. you do need to put it in chrono order, I mean, it’s pretty long.. and then, to have it somewhere to link to is brilliant.. and now, it’s off your email and brain buckets, and you can get busy with other things, more crapola, haha.. My girl. Haha. Love you. 🍒❤️🍒❤️
Oh absolutely. It was one of those cases where I had to transform it into an all tap-dancing, all singing crap-show to laugh about its ridiculousness vs losing my shit every day. Or quitting. It became “huh…I wonder if they can beat the on hold time from so-n-so…oh you wuss. That was only 3 min.” Or “oh c’mon you guys only took 1/2 a page of notes. Pffffft.” Cathartic and fist-raised rabid for painting the full friggin’ picture.
Because the people who could change this are not the people who have to live under what they create, and nasty-grams will be going out with these links once I am done with the EEG and it’s been paid for. Thank you for being here with this. 🙏
Omg.. not enough spoons this day or maybe this coming fortnight to read these part 1 & 2 (meaning consume, digest, empathize and perhaps even write a proper emotive and caring response).. in the meantime though, I’ll just say (while in bed drooling having scanned this amazing story when I saw it come in, got the 40,000 ft gist).. I’ll just say, my darling girl.. that I’m feeling you, extreme frustration and.. and.. I wish I was an billionairesssssssss omg. I’d get you on a jet plane, to the best place with the best med team. I love you. ❤️
DOOD. I know you get it and this reply right here, as well as the fact that you even scanned and scanned and...inhaaaaale...scanned to even take in the gist is all the meaningful reply I need. The story simply needed to have glaring light shed on it. Especially for once I'm done with the procedure itself and then start writing HUUUUGE nasty-grams so I can just link to it. Anybody who takes the time to even scan this series makes me purr. Because this kind of crap hammering me with hardly any reprieve, and sometimes overlapping from different agencies, is why I'm having all these neurological issues to begin with.
Gather spoons. Enjoy your weekend. Skip down to the bottom of Part 3 for the Triumphant Ending and what I'm up to right now. MUAH!!!! Thank you so much for being here with me!
My pleasure, daaaaling.. thanks for the breadcrumbs to the Triumphant Ending piece.. and of course, I now see the point of it, I mean.. with so much crap behaviour from all the so-called services in this entire story, and all the ridiculousness, that folks at services don’t know, umm, no we not resting easy, we having churn (was it this or that, them first or me first?), but.. girl.. I know the night sweats.. and you are a genius, yes.. you do need to put it in chrono order, I mean, it’s pretty long.. and then, to have it somewhere to link to is brilliant.. and now, it’s off your email and brain buckets, and you can get busy with other things, more crapola, haha.. My girl. Haha. Love you. 🍒❤️🍒❤️
This is rough!
I do imagine (or at least hope) that writing all this out must be cathartic in someway.
Oh absolutely. It was one of those cases where I had to transform it into an all tap-dancing, all singing crap-show to laugh about its ridiculousness vs losing my shit every day. Or quitting. It became “huh…I wonder if they can beat the on hold time from so-n-so…oh you wuss. That was only 3 min.” Or “oh c’mon you guys only took 1/2 a page of notes. Pffffft.” Cathartic and fist-raised rabid for painting the full friggin’ picture.
Because the people who could change this are not the people who have to live under what they create, and nasty-grams will be going out with these links once I am done with the EEG and it’s been paid for. Thank you for being here with this. 🙏
“Because the people who could change this are not the people who have to live under what they create...”
— yes, I think that’s such a good point. It’s such a bummer that that’s the way it goes.
But yeah, it’s good the writing helps. :)