Connecting the Dots

 

    At least the hospital is finally learning when enough is enough. If certain other people would finally take a hint, mind their own damn business, and stay out of my healthcare, a lot of people could breathe a little easier, not least of all me. I hate to have to consider legal remedies. It's not pleasant. I still have that one friend that works in the health department. Though we haven't talked in a long time. I've had to close a few doors. I can't afford more setbacks. Trust is a risk. 

    I had a good talk with the healthcare team and adjusted emergency contacts. I'm not going to sign any further releases. It's time I learned my lesson. Some people will never give up. They'll shoot themselves in the foot to spite their patient, or their family, or whoever they feel they need to control. My life needs to feel a little less like a game of Healthcare Clue. If some people would just get a clue. I can't keep grinding the same stones. I don't have the energy or the desire. Then they wonder why I need a counselor. Brilliant. She's the one that helped me start writing the funny stories that make me feel good. She's the one that stopped Prichards. She's the one that cleans up the hospital's mess. She is the firewall.

    Anyways. The medication really seems to be in a good groove. The driving feels peaceful, and I'm enjoying my writing, when I get the inspiration. I've got a number of projects and the occasional poem going. 

    It's funny how the little things bring me back into tune. The ticking of a clock, the chirping of birds, the whirring of a fan. Every day has regularity now. Even the cat has a routine. Maybe I'll try to paint something. It will probably still look like a little kid's painting, but I enjoy it anyways. 

    I got tired of Gone with the Wind. Maybe I'll try reading a hardcopy at some point. The audio book is harder to follow. My sample of Cold Mountain ran out, but so far The Black Flower is good and somewhat similar. 

    Just every time I think of this healthcare monkey business, I get annoyed. I need to forget. Life shouldn't feel like a war. 

    I want to write something playful and funny. Like Tales of the Attick. 

    I've got more deliveries later. I have to finish that tax business. I'll actually get a little more back than I expected, because of a previous math error. I'm debating keeping my Taser in my vehicle because I drive to isolated areas sometimes. 

    I do need to relax a little. When I'm not in defense mode, I can actually be fun. Just last night someone asked me a question, and I was so businesslike. Granted, I was working, but still... some cheerfulness loosens things up. I've been getting some tension from driving so much and worrying. I need to do some stretches and relax. Enjoy life. No more healthcare whack-a-mole.