When we were driving down here it was rough. But I had these dialysis sunglasses of my moms and that helped. That drive was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I of course didn’t drive it, but what was hard about that drive were the bumps, the lights, the noise, the people, and the jerks. I had severe neurological things happening in this bod. But there were times were I took those glasses off and looked around. It was as if I was seeing it with fresh eyes. I wanted to remember because I didn’t know if I would ever see it again. And I knew I would not be helped. But I had to try.
Things weren’t physical then. It was my brain destroying my body. It was a shunt malfunction, and it was brain damage from MANY YEARS of being put on severe cocktails by some doctors that wanted to genuinely help me and others who wanted to tweak my brain or something and pounded it with drugs. All without a single brain scan.
Those two doctors offices I called up personally, and my voice changed. And my mom heard my life. The first in the voicemail I left for the scientist where I used to live and the second when the woman said I had to pay for my own records because I didn’t give a “hoot” about the therapy notes. I told her I wanted the medication list and WHY. She gave me their fax number. She knows what is coming. And she knows I’m not “typical” clientele of that place….if there is such a thing. 🤦🏼♀️
Perhaps I will have an address by tomorrow morning. Perhaps not. But I have no choice but to live in Florida now. It’s not safe for me to move. But I’m complicated and I have had a hard life. And I’m a realist. Always have been. But somehow I keep moving. That is something that I can always do. It’s no ones fault. I know that too. No one is to blame. I simply want help and not to be treated like a secret. I think that’s valid. If it’s not, fix my heart and my mind, and help me not be ridiculous. Lol! You know how I am.
I’m not a mean person, and my body is the product of a failed system. I’m just weird because I look like this. And have a brain FULL of information. And remember names and faces and bad things that happen.
I don’t believe in handouts. Hand ups are what is most important in life. And it didn’t have to be this way.
It’s no ones fault. But things must change. Please help them change, God. You move mountains. Start to hustle. I can’t now. Otherwise this would’ve been fixed 2 long months ago. 😆You made me in your image to be practical. 🤷🏼♀️
Those sisters in Indiana know what’s happening. But I wanted you to hear it directly from me. Please bring in some Catholic help. Please save my life. It has always had such potential. And still does. Tell everybody hello, and calm down the appropriate people up there in Heaven. 😆
Your faithful frand,
Lisa🤗❤️