So I walk into the place on the shoulder of my dear friend the other day. There's a total of two people there that I had ever seen before. So what might have been a victory for me, very few people noticed. I guess I just look too normal. I guess that is what the problem is. I'm going to tell you what sets me off. When people start talking about it's time for this or time for that. Oh it's so easy. All you have to do is… I can't read the directions. I can't mix one thing into another thing. I can't measure things. People won't let me talk. They interrupt me. They dismiss my concerns. I blow up. That is what happens. My Splenda comes in a large pouch. The packets would be easier, but I'm poor. So my cousin has to pour the Splenda into a plastic container with hard sides so I can manipulate it. You've seen me pour diet Pepsi into a glass before. But that's only because I know the glass. I know how large the opening is. I know where to place the 2 L. How to pour it. I can hear as the container fills. They have an at HomeKit that will screen for colon cancer. You have to do it every two years as opposed to 10. You have to put a sample of your shit in something and mail it off to a company. She was talking about fishing around in the toilet for a sample. I can't see the piece of shit. I'm only willing to go through so much. I've had medical disasters happen because I was left alone because people just assume I can do what other people can do. And very few people listen and very few people care. All of my medical history is at that place. It should be required reading before you walk in the door and meet me. Trust me I feel sure a lot of people in that office have read every word.

Originally written by B. On July 2nd, 2026.