The physical malaise still besets me, feel defeated, weak, worn out, give up.
Depression today as deep and dark as the rainy day.
However an unacceptable response from the dr office late today 'riled' me and I let the young woman know that the Corporate CYA generic one-size fits all neat and tidy little answer was altogether unacceptable. It did not address my inquiry at all and left me with NO care or instruction for the entire weekend.
Tonight after 6 I get a call from the prescriber. He was very good and apologized.
Communication is such a great thing. He answered my question very well. Thank you.
So I guess I'm not dead yet, I've still got an intelligent voice when I'm riled at least.
I feel better for the satisfaction after the aggravation today.
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Traveling west back toward Eden (interestingly the wise men in the Gospel account of Jesus' birth came from the East), has been full of confrontation with
the trials and tribulations of living outside the Garden.
She is an artist without doubt disappointed that paradise was not as close in 1969 as she and so many others hoped it was. Her work is now filled with the reality of humanity's failure to achieve the prophetic dream of her song, but never without the hope that that day will yet come.