trying to vacumn a futon with one good hand, is just self-torture, really. lesson learned, i got burned. no, literally burned.. a pinched nerve here, a numb hand there, 1, little 2, little 3 little fingers numbed, i’m not complaining really, just sharing what i face every day of my life, not even mentioning all the other ills, pains, and poverty-related anguishing. not today. today, is already too hard. Chronic illness’s, chronic pain, chronic poverty. Only one of these can be cured, and for some perverse reason unknown to the world, those able to end/cure poverty, refuse. I remain therefore.. victim, to the death, from corrupt politics. An innocent..
What a brutal few months. How to express all the issues i face, as a young senior, with debilitating illness’s/pain for life, dehumanized in poverty because of it.
Been a brutal few months. 3rd major surgery, nine weeks ago, and i feel like a worn out ol’ boot. I’m hard on myself, trying to do all i used to be able to do, but i just can’t. My bones.. just don’t understand?
It’s hard not to think of my mortality, all things considered. I’m amazed at myself for surviving a right parietal meningioma craniotomy, a blocked kidney operation, and removal of a fist sized, 4.3 inch tumor from my side, just last month.. all since Nov. 2012.
Another month, enters the gloom of my real-time dehumanization process by my governments, both provincial, and federal abandonment,