Mostly crippled with a side of bruised and battered.

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Never worry.  I'll limp through.  If I don't, I'll count myself as lucky.  I'm... just not lucky.  I just wish if they would try to murder me, they would do it in a more direct fashion.  Skimping on medicine and denying medical care is a rough way to go.  Everything was moving at high-summer half-assed as was, now it's a quarter of that at best.  From now on, I'm naming names.  Won't matter, there is no law in this land at this time.

Your government is on sleazy brownout and I have doubts that it will recover.  I doubt if Trump would follow his own plan, or actually implement it, failing as much of the GOP does now.  Still, if it is going to be done, it won't be done by career politicians or the failed side of the quota business world.  Those people have been bought and sold like fish on the market too long.  don't let any of their rhetoric fool you.  Then again, so have businessmen.  As I mentioned, politics won't save you or the nation.  You will be a part of it by taking back your life and ending your dependence on politics.  If I knew more how to do it, I'd tell you.  My way won't work for most.  This is how nations fall into disrepair, and then the evil we are already today (abortion, infanticide, and nearing geriatricide, as well as the fiscal and economic malfeasance... importance in general opposite order).  Tomorrow will be only worse with a field of politicians on both sides who honestly don't believe God has a part to play.  The sheer hubris is astounding.

I'm not even grumpy about it.  I just won't share your false beliefs in the big posterchildren of modernity in the sky, and a government that will, even can, take care of you.  If that is what you are down to trusting, you are finished.  If you had no children, if you spent like a drunken sailor or lost it all betting on the markets, if your time is coming and you are all alone?  Nothing, not your fellow man, not any government, and not even God can or will save you from your wanton ways.  I've accepted my fate, and would still rather do it myself.  Grow a pair and grow up, accept your fate.  No, you may not join me in Alaska.  Go your own way, I will not care for other cripples.  I told you, you are on your own.

As is, I will be limping until I either find another source for insulin, or ween myself from the stuff.  I will know within a week to ten days whether I will have a new source or will have to begin weening and suffering much more severely.  Once I get off it, if I eat right, I have found I do well.  Though eating just right is a bit of a trick.  I keep meaning to find my meter, but what about crippled isn't understood.  Part of the old fog is back.  Though this is different, and not quite, for now, as intense.  Ah well.  I'll keep at it until it all works or I get on a path that will get me to where I need to be, one way or another.  Just won't quit, one way, or the other... but I might fail.  Later.