Vinewell

I like Vinewell. Maybe we get too comfortable. It started to feel like an mip thing. Especially since some of them work there. It started to feel too comfortable. Plus I was making ruby slippers nervous. She was sweet. Then I had another lady. We had a good groove. Maybe my allergies were just getting too bad. Maybe they got tired of seeing me. I never spoke to the doc but I saw him from time to time. Maybe I'm oversensitive. I like simple. I don't like know it alls. I never asked to hug them either. I did ask about that mip nurse once. The one that liked the poem. She was nice. It's funny how they get so worked up over I'll listen to. What I do. Im a 43 year old disabled guy. Not that important. Maybe I'll go back to taxes. Or teach. Some people just don't know how to shut up. Elle was never like that. Always the right words at the right times. So yeah I switched. I turned against liberalized medicine. Against too many pills. They forced me to. That's why I talk about legalized drug trafficking, human trafficking, abuse, fraud, and reckless endangerment. That's why i think about lawyers and guns. That's why medical complexity trauma. That's why two comas. That's why I worry about them trying to bury me. Because what they do is dangerous. Borderline criminal. So now the FBI stands between me and the doctors. Until they shut the fuck up. Though... with the records and witnesses, it may be too late. People are pissed off. I can't control the law, but they don't scare me. This looks alarmingly like racketeering. A shit load of state and federal laws in question. I can't protect anyone. It's gone Federal.