Dear Lawd Gawd,
Please kill me now! Last night, the swollen one was angry that I complained about aches and pain. After breakfast this morning, the slow one wondered why I don’t advantage of Medi-Cal.
Below are three samples of why I don’t use Obama’s free stash:
So I’ve made three phone calls today. For the optometry, I managed to get a 15:30 pm appointment on April 15, 2016. For the dental, I left a voicemail message, received a call-back, and got a 14:00 pm appointment on April 25, 2016. I’ve left a voicemail message for the assignment of a PCP (primary care provider); so that I could get my annual physical check-up. My last one was back in 2012.
The service is slow. The appointments are two months out. And I’m not too sure that the quality of care and treatment would be exceptional. I hope that bloodwork and prescription are covered because I’ve inherited high blood cholesterol and triglyceride levels. Plus, I’m up for heart disease and diabetes.
Besides the health management issues, Mom emphasized that I must get outta the house! But since I cannot afford to do so on my own, I’m staying put until I at which time the opportunity allows for me to actually move out!
But she meant that I must get a job at least temporarily so that my frustrations with the slow one won’t wear down my last nerves. It’s sad to witness that lack of compassion and total incapability for him to support her.
So while I curse you, them, everyone, and myself, I ask for your forgives and thankfulness that being home is indeed a blessing and opportunity to learn how to listen, not speak, how to support, not nag, how to manage, not hide and how to be happy, and not vindictive.
Sincerely,
Evil Kitty
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