Bitchin & Gripin' on November 7th, 2016

Sometimes I can be such an ass, an idiot, a fool, and a complete screw-up. Even I can't believe what I have been gearing up for this last enire week. Bud died on May 7, 2002. He was born on November 5,1938. Stupid ass here got my dates all messed up. All day today I have wantd to cry and could not fihure out why. Then, just a little while ago I saw that today is November 7th, so I got all upset and figured that today was his "Angel Day" and that's the reason why I wanted to cry all day. Then, I sat down here at the computer and realized what I had dome. WHAT A PUTZS I AM!!! I mean, who does this? He's only been gne a little over 13 years.I shouldn't have the dates all messed up in my head already, should I? Come on. I refuse to believe that I am following n Cheryl's footsteps with the dementia. But then, of corse, that's another thing that has me wanting to cry constantly.

Maybe I'm jut nuts. Maybe Lynn is right and it's not only her that I "suck the life out of." And Lynn. That's a whole other blog post all on it's own. Who treats someone like they are the most wonderful person in the world, does aqnytthing and everything tey can do for them, tellssthem that they have more money than they can spend in a lifetime,  won't let them spend a dime, tells them theyneed tovent and they wan t be thast petsonventd to and then in a cold, out of theblue fucking email, kicks them to the curb and tells them not to attempt to even contact that peson again? Who "loves" like that? But then I get told that shehad no choice, that her husband "MADE" her do it that way, but not to even hint that he was the controllng factor behind that move. So while I am at her house, after sendding tthem on a date while I work my ass off unpacking her boxes, I am getting raked ovr thecoals and told it's either him or me. Then makes this grand gesture of sending me home on one ,eg of th jurney in first class, so he will look like a hero. What a dirty, roten jerk. Then I learn that he has been gone for 3 weeks and I don't even get a friggin text n my birthday and to ask how I am and to addinsult to injury, after Iaskedhow she was, she tells me she is so much better since I am out of her life. Well great. I hope she has a wonderful rest of her life and quite honestly, I hope she spends e very ay of it alone and lonely. I wanther to know what my last 14 years have been like. But one thing she will never know is where she s ging to lay her head at night, or having to live constanyly in filth with not a damn thing she can do about it. Right now I am hating her more than I ever thought was possible AND I want her to know it. I want her to experience every bit of hurt and confussion that I have. And I so want tto tell Brod Hale what I think of him. But it would not be worth my time or energy to give such a controlling, uncaring piece of shit that he is.

I want this apt so badly I can't hardly stand to wait. And I am just terrified that something is going to happen and I am not going to have enough money. It's jus the not knowing when thst is driving me nuts. I feel like I have been miserable for nearly 14 fucking years and I am no only sick and tired of it, I am wondering if it's ever ging to end. When I was around 8 years old I sat outside on the curb and asked God why He haed me so much. I feel like I am needing to do hst sgain. Talk about feeling sorry for yourself huh? I got that one in spades.

So this ends this awesome blog post. Read it or ignore it. I don't even care anymore, at this point.

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Celebrities Overdosing on Opiods

Bitchin & Gripin was the perfect title for this blog because I seem to bitch & gripe a lot. Well, instead of using my rapidly diminishing friendship supply by boring them to death with the things that bother me but not especially them. So, I have decided to begin this blog with a subject that has the potential to have a huge effect on much of the population, especially seniors. I say seniors because so many of us were used for gunia pigs, or had things put into and/or had procedures done on us and now later, when more research has been done doctors have learned that many of us are quite possibly going to be either disabled for life or end up living in horrific pain. Also, many of those same doctors, the good ole boys network, have lost or lost track of files and evidence that keeps us from sueing.

Now, back to my title: Celebrities Overdosing on Opiods. I am so sick and tired of the media eulogizing these great and wonderful celebs who were taken from this world all too soon because they overdosed on drugs. From Elvis (Of whom I have been a HUGE fan of for most of my life) to Kurt Cobain, to Michael Jackson, and now Prince and many in between. These entertainers were not taken from this world. They killed themselves because they not only wanted to get high but also because they thought they were entitled to them. After all, look at how hard their lives were? Poor things could not go out in public because they were mobbed by fans. They could not do the things normal people could do again, because of their huge celebrity, fans would mob them just for a look, a touch or an autograph. Poor, poor guys, huh? Give me a break! No one MADE them become popular celebrities, they CHOSE to become celebrities. And yes, I will even admit that I believe they worked extremely hard. For some of them it took years of playing in smelly bars, sleeping on stinking busses and getting hardly any pay after paying their expenses. I get it. But what is one of the first things they do when they MAKE IT? Well, from what I have seen, after the buy the big houses and cars and more clothes than would outfit a small country, they hire a personal physician. And I use the term physcian very loosly. These guys write whatever their boss tells them to and often the doc writes it for someone else and gets it filled himself to make things easier for his poor boss who cannot go out to do menial tasks for himself. What these doctors do borders on murder. Do they even remember their Hiprocritic Oath? I think the first line reads DO NO HARM. Harm is not a strong enough word for what these poor excuses called doctors do. And they do it all for the almighty dollar because the star is paying him some astronomical fee. I think the whole process stinks and a stop to it needs to happen NOW! But taking all opiods away from everyone is clearly not the answer. To me, the answer is so simple a 2nd grader should be able to come up with it. First, I believe it should be illegal for a celebrity or anyone else, for that matter, to have a personal physcian. These people should have to be hurt or sick and have to see 3 doctors that are chosen randomly for them by the FDA. Secondly, the celebrity should have to go and sit in the doctors office along with us mere mortals in REAL pain. They should have to bring last months meds and have then counted, and lastly they should have to visit the drugstore, the SAME drugstore every month, to have the prescription or prescriptions filled. They, the doctor, the patient, and the drugstores should be held accountable for the horrible ways these people are breaking the law. Those same laws that are going to rob the real chronic and intractable pain patients from getting the medication they need just to make it through the day. Oh, wait! These celebs cannot go out like normal people. You know what? Neither can I and it is damn sure not because I am a celebrity. If there are 50 people in this whole world who even know my name  would amaze me.

I am just so sick and tired of these selfish people who are idolized and eulogized like they invented something life-saving or even so useful that it changes society as we know it. Celebrities should be treated like anyone else. And as for those of us who are not famous: leave these people alone so they can have a life. A real life.

And that is my bitch & gripe for today.