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How Come everyone
is so much smarter, prettier, clever-er, better educated, more informed, has better stuff, smarter children, wittier lines (eg. Oh, yes I said it!), and knows where all the silver goes on a formal dining table?
why am I so fucking small and insignificant? why can't I say cliche lines and get away with it?
why does my arm still hurt and NOBODY will help me? I hear things like this, "OH, well....5mg of percocet every EIGHT hours is A LOTof medication!!! NOBODY has EVER had that much medication---ever!!!!!! AS a matter of fact, you should be dead via overdose by now...and no, we can't give you anything stronger---there simply ISN"T anything stronger!!"
"Nurse, there are PLENTY of stronger things. Percocet 7.5 mg or 10 mg leap to mind....I'm not asking for fentanyl here, sister, just a leg up,"
Why do I feel so blackish in my soul? they want me to get radiation but EVERYTHING was neg---the breast tissue, the (24) nodes they cut out and now I'm supposed to say---hey, bring more shit on! with NO pain relief! Kwel!!!!
I hate the medical establishment and I have a voice mail in to tell them.
despite my god given PATIENT rights to have my port taken out during breast surgery, my surgeon REFUSED to do it.
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
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