Psychic Advisor
Monday, November 30, 2015
Friday, November 27, 2015
Free food
I remember years ago during my divorce before Daddy was forced to pay child support while I worked sixty hours a week (yes 6 days a week, 10 hours a day) to solely support my six kids with out food stamps, assistance, or daddy dearest I once went to a church for food.
Just once, way back then.
This is what happened. My best friend who worked 40 hours a week while supporting her 4 children along with myself with 6 used to pull our food together every Sunday and make the kids a Sunday dinner. Two single moms and 10 children sat around a big table like it was a holiday each Sunday. We chose Sunday because it was the only day we shared that we did not have to work. One Sunday while trying to figure out what we could make we lacked anything good. Lots of condiments but little in main plates. She mentioned a friend she had that was on food stamps but would also go to the local churches to get more food and why couldn't we? After all we are single working moms with a shit load of kids! To top it off we both left abusive relationships. How could we be denied, after all they give it to anyone right?
So off we set to beg for food but confident we were not begging because we never did this before and worked for a living. We even felt we deserved it more because of the same reason we did not feel we were begging. We found a church that was set up and prepared to do their part of Gods good work. We entered, our entire tribe, and announced very politely that we were in need of food. This week we paid bills leaving us with little if any food for our number of children. We smiled. They didn't.
Instead of arms wide open and with stern nearly accusing feature of their faces one woman asked as she was preparing a box for some other unfortunate "Are you on food stamps?"
We proudly announced "oh no, we work full time we are just stuck right now after paying the bills, we just need something to get through this week"
"Well" Said the woman matter of fact and with less compassion than expected "If you are not on food stamps we can't give you anything. Go apply and then come back."
We left stunned and in agreement that we would never humiliate ourselves like this again.
So unless you're receiving $300 a month in food stamps, while getting a reduced rate on you're fuel and electric bill or reduced rent at some housing project you can not get help from Gods servants. It isn't Gods fault, It is that institute called Church that I have come to discover has very little to do with God but more to do with self ego of it's members.
So now while the working man goes with out everything if they earn less than they need while the welfare, unemployed leaches get everything we are working for to give them, now in the year 2015 this same establishment will rub in my face the thousand of refugees that contribute nothing to my country, or ever has is also able to join the hand out side of society while my family, according to this experience, can do with out. After all, If I can afford Rent I shouldn't need help with food. If I can pay my bills then I can afford food. If I pay taxes for others to eat why do I need to eat?
Now I am not implying everyone is a bum who is on welfare. I have had to go on it in the past but I did rise above in a very short time, my daughter was on it also but only temporary and now a full time single working mom. I paid for my short duration and my daughter is paying for hers. Remember it IS our tax dollars from working that affords this luxury to those who have made a lifetime of it and the refugees that will as well, (if those refugees do not take our jobs in order to rise above their situation).
Think about it. I do every single time I pay my taxes and read the news. HERE
Just once, way back then.
This is what happened. My best friend who worked 40 hours a week while supporting her 4 children along with myself with 6 used to pull our food together every Sunday and make the kids a Sunday dinner. Two single moms and 10 children sat around a big table like it was a holiday each Sunday. We chose Sunday because it was the only day we shared that we did not have to work. One Sunday while trying to figure out what we could make we lacked anything good. Lots of condiments but little in main plates. She mentioned a friend she had that was on food stamps but would also go to the local churches to get more food and why couldn't we? After all we are single working moms with a shit load of kids! To top it off we both left abusive relationships. How could we be denied, after all they give it to anyone right?
So off we set to beg for food but confident we were not begging because we never did this before and worked for a living. We even felt we deserved it more because of the same reason we did not feel we were begging. We found a church that was set up and prepared to do their part of Gods good work. We entered, our entire tribe, and announced very politely that we were in need of food. This week we paid bills leaving us with little if any food for our number of children. We smiled. They didn't.
Instead of arms wide open and with stern nearly accusing feature of their faces one woman asked as she was preparing a box for some other unfortunate "Are you on food stamps?"
We proudly announced "oh no, we work full time we are just stuck right now after paying the bills, we just need something to get through this week"
"Well" Said the woman matter of fact and with less compassion than expected "If you are not on food stamps we can't give you anything. Go apply and then come back."
We left stunned and in agreement that we would never humiliate ourselves like this again.
So unless you're receiving $300 a month in food stamps, while getting a reduced rate on you're fuel and electric bill or reduced rent at some housing project you can not get help from Gods servants. It isn't Gods fault, It is that institute called Church that I have come to discover has very little to do with God but more to do with self ego of it's members.
So now while the working man goes with out everything if they earn less than they need while the welfare, unemployed leaches get everything we are working for to give them, now in the year 2015 this same establishment will rub in my face the thousand of refugees that contribute nothing to my country, or ever has is also able to join the hand out side of society while my family, according to this experience, can do with out. After all, If I can afford Rent I shouldn't need help with food. If I can pay my bills then I can afford food. If I pay taxes for others to eat why do I need to eat?
Now I am not implying everyone is a bum who is on welfare. I have had to go on it in the past but I did rise above in a very short time, my daughter was on it also but only temporary and now a full time single working mom. I paid for my short duration and my daughter is paying for hers. Remember it IS our tax dollars from working that affords this luxury to those who have made a lifetime of it and the refugees that will as well, (if those refugees do not take our jobs in order to rise above their situation).
Think about it. I do every single time I pay my taxes and read the news. HERE
Friday, October 16, 2015
A Medical Experience
This is not about a news article as my others have been. It is a personal experience I endured with my client who I care for about four days a week. One of my duties is to take her to her doctor appointments. The woman is 79 years old who had a stroke three years ago and a fall that broke her ankle a year ago. I took her on after her ankle healed. I should add I am a skeptic of everyone and everything including the entire medical industry.
The first appointment we made with her ankle specialist was because her ankle hurt her when she walked. That appointment resulted in a $100.00 ankle brace to hold the ankle in place during her free physical therapy which lasted only a month before she had to pay $39.00 a month and I have to guide her during this. I have now become a physical therapist! I could already see a pattern. The doctor then recommended she see the stroke specialist after we complained that her hip on the same side as her once broken but still painful ankle is. My first question was 'What could a stroke specialist do three years after the fact for her aching thigh?' He did not know but better to find out if anything could be done. If something could be done she would know. I now thought this was an entire waste of time.
So now she, and two health insurance companies, has paid for a doctor appointment, ankle bracelet, physical therapy and soon a second doctor.
Now the second doctor. This doctor walks in saying she doesn't know why the ankle doctor referred her but let's take a look and see. I feel better already! She pushed and poked and asked if she was still in physical therapy. Yes. "Well, there is nothing I can do but sometimes a stroke victim can have small improvements up to five years after a stroke so continue to do physical therapy." Really? That's it? So I said "Her hip hurts her. This was not caused by the stroke but after her fall. 'She doesn't recall if they x-rayed anything other than her ankle' The specialist glanced at the computer saying she did not see where they x-rayed the hip but it could be her muscle rubbing against a bone and she could receive cortisone shots. These shots however can cause a spike in sugar and she does have diabetes....but we can give her the shots. (What? Really?) Then she decides we should x-ray her hip and see if it's something else, could be bruising after all.
While waiting for someone to bring her to the x-ray room I am also thinking. Now we have the cost of the ankle doctor, ankle brace, physical therapy, stroke specialist doctor, and an x-ray. Possibly leading to cortisone shots which leads to a visit to the sugar doctor and depending on what they decide...my imagination goes nuts thinking they will give her a sugar effecting pill that will effect her blood pressure, another pill for blood pressure that will cause heart trouble, another pill for the heart that will cause kidney failure and so we need a pill for the kidneys .....and on and on we go. Plus don't forget the follow ups.
I took her out of there and told her we will consult the third doctor, her regular physician, who started all this to begin with. FUCKED UP BULLSHIT!
Think about this. Really think about one simple recommendation from her regular doctor over a minor complaint about her sore ankle and where it took us, so far. How much money passes through the medical industry on all levels. I have elderly clients that take over 20 pills a day for all sorts of imperfections. One pill usually causes a reaction that results in another pill that causes a reaction that results in 20 pills a day until death. And the major payer is....the one who will die. Everyone else lives and pays their mortgage.
If I am ever ill with a disease, I fully expect to die. But, I promise I am not paying anyone's mortgage. I'll just accept the inevitable and save myself the hype, aggravation and false hope.
Moral of the story....go holistic and don't fall for everything you're doctor tell you.
The first appointment we made with her ankle specialist was because her ankle hurt her when she walked. That appointment resulted in a $100.00 ankle brace to hold the ankle in place during her free physical therapy which lasted only a month before she had to pay $39.00 a month and I have to guide her during this. I have now become a physical therapist! I could already see a pattern. The doctor then recommended she see the stroke specialist after we complained that her hip on the same side as her once broken but still painful ankle is. My first question was 'What could a stroke specialist do three years after the fact for her aching thigh?' He did not know but better to find out if anything could be done. If something could be done she would know. I now thought this was an entire waste of time.
So now she, and two health insurance companies, has paid for a doctor appointment, ankle bracelet, physical therapy and soon a second doctor.
Now the second doctor. This doctor walks in saying she doesn't know why the ankle doctor referred her but let's take a look and see. I feel better already! She pushed and poked and asked if she was still in physical therapy. Yes. "Well, there is nothing I can do but sometimes a stroke victim can have small improvements up to five years after a stroke so continue to do physical therapy." Really? That's it? So I said "Her hip hurts her. This was not caused by the stroke but after her fall. 'She doesn't recall if they x-rayed anything other than her ankle' The specialist glanced at the computer saying she did not see where they x-rayed the hip but it could be her muscle rubbing against a bone and she could receive cortisone shots. These shots however can cause a spike in sugar and she does have diabetes....but we can give her the shots. (What? Really?) Then she decides we should x-ray her hip and see if it's something else, could be bruising after all.
While waiting for someone to bring her to the x-ray room I am also thinking. Now we have the cost of the ankle doctor, ankle brace, physical therapy, stroke specialist doctor, and an x-ray. Possibly leading to cortisone shots which leads to a visit to the sugar doctor and depending on what they decide...my imagination goes nuts thinking they will give her a sugar effecting pill that will effect her blood pressure, another pill for blood pressure that will cause heart trouble, another pill for the heart that will cause kidney failure and so we need a pill for the kidneys .....and on and on we go. Plus don't forget the follow ups.
I took her out of there and told her we will consult the third doctor, her regular physician, who started all this to begin with. FUCKED UP BULLSHIT!
Think about this. Really think about one simple recommendation from her regular doctor over a minor complaint about her sore ankle and where it took us, so far. How much money passes through the medical industry on all levels. I have elderly clients that take over 20 pills a day for all sorts of imperfections. One pill usually causes a reaction that results in another pill that causes a reaction that results in 20 pills a day until death. And the major payer is....the one who will die. Everyone else lives and pays their mortgage.
If I am ever ill with a disease, I fully expect to die. But, I promise I am not paying anyone's mortgage. I'll just accept the inevitable and save myself the hype, aggravation and false hope.
Moral of the story....go holistic and don't fall for everything you're doctor tell you.
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