The View From Serendip

I have come to a conclusion, somebody just doesn't care if I live. Rather than pay the stipend to deal with my knee they'd rather I die. My knee could be fixed, unlocked as it were, and with exercise I could be up and about and doing things. But my insurance agent is a perpetual 9 year old who has never, and will never become socially aware. He will never become empathetic. Interruption: Got moved to a new room, but other than that I see no real change. Any ... how... So I'm just giving up, I'll have fluids but nothing to eat; I should be gone in a few months. In essence I'm being killed by greed, the "need" for insurance to save money that never has been theirs to deal with. The government set it aside to handle my needs, not for Blue Shield of California to cling to like a toddler and his blanket. And I still have work to do. Maybe in my next life.

 Now to start blogging again. Or at least to try again, and that means clipping my nails again Such joy!