fyi – My wife found this post on Facebook, and forwarded it to me. There is only one thing I might add to this – that Bernie’s 52% tax is ONLY the federal tax. There is still the additional state, local, and sales taxes to be factored into the equation. If Bernie has his way, anyone making less than $100k/yr will not only be taking a pay cut to fund his Universal Health Care initiative, but they will also qualify for welfare. It is absolutely certain that anyone making minimum wage right now will be taking home less than they are now if Bernie gets his way.
that is the address for the official interface online between veterans and those who provide health care to veterans, in the USA.
There is just one problem. It doesn’t work, at least 50% of the time.
For example, I recently contacted my primary care doctor through the MyHealthEVet.com site, about a (potentially minor) health concern, and got a reply back asking about my access to online video conferencing technology. I responded that I do not use any online service of that nature, and do not trust them to be secure, and the reply was ANOTHER REQUEST for my contact information via the preferred video conferencing services the VA wanted to use to conduct an interview.
I realize that the Covid-19 crisis has placed a huge strain on health care providers, worldwide, and is still continuing to do so. However, for them to place the burden of compromise on MY shoulders to be able to continue to provide services that they are LEGALLY required to deliver is beyond the scope of acceptability. Either you can deliver the services you should through the interface already provided, or you need to update the interface. It is not MY problem, and I will not bend my comfort zone to accommodate your problems!
I have a photo (actually 2 of them) to share from a recent experience. First, I should warn you that the images may be disturbing to some people.
So, what is it?
Ha, ha. I’ll bet you thought it was my choice of Halloween Costume for this year! Not even close. It’s also not photographic evidence of my wife beating me up. Such a thing has never happened. Here is another view:
Okay, I’ll spill. Actually, that’s what I did. I spilled off my front porch Saturday morning at around 9:30 am Central USA time zone. This is an example of why multi-tasking is such a horrendous idea that it should be outlawed. I was heading out to the front yard to trim some more tree branches, and instead of watching where I was walking, I was thinking about where I was going to make the cuts. Turned out, I didn’t make any! What I did instead was a beautiful swan dive off the porch, head first into the sidewalk at the bottom of the stairs.
So, I did have to go to the ER – about 10 stitches in my right eyebrow, and a broken bone in my right wrist. Other than that, there is a lot of bruising that is keeping me uncomfortable, but I’m alright.
Eckhart Tolle wrote a whole book on the importance of “NOW” Veterans of Scientology would call it “Being in present time”. It all boils down to this lesson: Whatever you’re doing, make it the ONLY thing you’re doing, do it well and completely, and only then move on to the next thing.
This is a post of updates . . . .
Yesterday was my trip to Fayetteville, Arkansas, to the VA Hospital for the MRI to see if I qualify for the femor replacement surgery yet. It was a day of trials on every level.
First, because there were storms throughout the surrounding area, from 7am Thursday until we left for Fayetteville I only got about 2.5 hours of sleep. I was already uncomfortable, and it was only going to get worse. Just after we passed through Joplin, MO, we drove into a torrential downpour that we continued to drive through the rest of the way to Fayetteville. However, by slowing down and driving carefully, we made good time overall and got there safely.
When the MRI was started, the machine they wanted to use wouldn’t work – something about the coil for the magnets. So, they had to use a different machine that was slower and far less comfortable. The first machine would have been able to do the 4 images they wanted in about 2 hours – the one they had to use took about 45 minutes for each image. That may not seem like much of a difference, but it’s huge when you’re already in pain, and the area that hurts is the area you absolutely can’t move if the images are going to be useful. I got through the first image alright, but after starting the second, I had to take a break for a bathroom trip, and that ruined what we already had of the second image. By the time we finally got the second image finished, I was in such pain I couldn’t repeat them with the contrast media. The technician was polite and understanding, but I felt like I had totally failed. Still, there wasn’t any way to change the outcome.
Fortunately, we had good driving conditions for the trip home, and concluded our day eating supper in our own home with our cats happy to have us back. I did a little bit of more searching on the internet, and discovered an article on PubMed summarizing recent research into Total Femur Replacement (TFR) surgery (it was published in 2015) which indicated very strongly that I’m almost certain not to get the surgery. There are significant risks of life-threatening infections post op for patients over the age of 50, and I turn 57 next month. Combine that with my history of a bone tumor and already compromised immune system, and I’m simply not a viable candidate.
I sort of wish I’d known that a month ago. I wouldn’t have wasted the time and resources.
Yesterday was a very long, but ultimately worthwhile, day for us. It was my first visit to the new VA Health clinic in Joplin.
Of course, being a new facility, it looked nice. In fact, it’s so new that the installed TV’s weren’t hooked up to any programming, yet. LOL! To me, that was actually a good thing – we didn’t have to sit through hours of TV commercials while waiting for my appointments.
Anyway, the new care team I’m working with is AMAZING! Every member of the team is either a veteran, or directly connected to a veteran. They all expressed that they want to treat every veteran the way they’d want their family to be treated.
A direct result of that was exposing a lie told by my previous care doctor. The previous one had told me, many times, that the Imitrex he was giving me was the ONLY prescription for Imitrex he could write. 10mg tablets, 9 tablets per 90 days, no automatic refills. Yesterday’s visit with the new doc was RUSHED – his nurse said the doc usually wants to spend 2-3 hours working with a new patient on the first visit (I got 15 minutes because of a scheduling glitch) – yet he heard my complaint about the Imitrex and had no qualms about writing a new prescription for Imitrex at 50mg, 18 tablets per MONTH, with auto refill.
I think, in the long term, this is going to be a better experience, with another positive change scheduled to happen in June. That change will come from Congress, so we’ll see how it works.
A US jury has rendered the verdict that Monsanto’s weed killer is “substantially responsible” for a man’s development of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. This is the 2nd such jury award in the last week, with both jury’s awarding in excess of $280 Million USD.
It seems that Monsanto has been aware of this for a very long time. They even accepted a $66 Billion buyout from Bayer just to loose the Monsanto name while continuing to sell a product that has faced adverse scrutiny around the world.
Here is the BBC article:
IF YOU DO NOT READ ANY THING ELSE BE SURE TO TAKE THE TIME TO READ THIS:
WANT A FREE HOUSE?
I was in my neighborhood restaurant this morning and was seated behind a group of jubilant individuals celebrating the coming implementation of the health care bill. I could not finish my breakfast. This is what ensued: They were a diverse group of several races and both sexes. I heard a young man exclaim, “Isn’t Obama like Jesus Christ? I mean, after all, he is healing the sick.”
A young woman enthusiastically proclaimed, “Yeah, and he does it for free. I cannot believe anyone would think that a free market wouldn’t work for health care.”
Another said, “The stupid Republicans want us all to starve to death so they can inherit all of the power. Obama should be made a Saint for what he did for those of us less fortunate.”
At this, I had more than enough. I arose from my seat, mustering all the restraint I could find, and approached their table. “Please excuse me; may I impose upon you for one moment?”
They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation. I stood at the end of their table, smiled as best I could and began an experiment.
“I would like to give one of you my house. It will cost you no money and I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you live there. Anyone interested?”
They looked at each other in astonishment. “Why would you do something like that?” asked a young man, “There isn’t anything for free in this world.” They began to laugh at me, as they did not realize this man had just made my point.
“I am serious, I will give you my house for free, no money whatsoever. Anyone interested?”
In unison, a resounding “Yeah” fills the room.
“Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to who receives this money-free bargain.”
I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention to the spectacle unfolding before their eyes, the old man shaking his head in apparent disgust.
“I tell you what; I will give it to the one of you most willing to obey my rules.”
Again, they looked at one another, an expression of bewilderment on their faces.
The perky young woman asked, “What are the rules?”
I smiled and said, “I don’t know. I have not yet defined them. However, it is a free home that I offer you.”
They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of which said, “What an old coot. He must be crazy to give away his home. Go take your meds, old man.”
I smiled and leaned into the table a bit further. “I am serious, this is a legitimate offer.”
They gaped at me for a moment.
“I’ll take it you old fool. Where are the keys?” boasted the youngest among them.
“Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms then?” I asked.
The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained as they watched from the privacy of their table. “Oh yeah! Where do I sign up?”
I took a napkin and wrote, “I give this man my home, without the burden of financial obligation, so long as he accepts and abides by the terms that I shall set forth upon consummation of this
I signed it and handed it to the young man who eagerly scratched out his signature.
“Where are the keys to my new house?” he asked in a mocking tone of voice.
All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the table, pulling the keys from pocket and dangling them before the excited new homeowner.
“Now that we have entered into this binding contract, witnessed by all of your friends, I have decided upon the conditions you are obligated to adhere to from this point forward. You may only live in the house for one hour a day. You will not use anything inside of the home. You will obey me without question or resistance. I expect complete loyalty and admiration for this gift I bestow upon you. You will accept my commands and wishes with enthusiasm, no matter the nature. Your morals
and principles shall be as mine. You will vote as I do, think as I do and do it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are your keys.” I reached the keys forward and the young man looked at me dumbfounded.
“Are you out of your mind? Who would ever agree to those ridiculous terms?” the young man appeared irritated.
“You did when you signed this contract before reading it, understanding it and with the full knowledge that I would provide my conditions only after you committed to the agreement.”
The elderly man chuckled as his wife tried to restrain him. I was looking at a now silenced and bewildered group of people.
“You can shove that stupid deal up your a** old man. I want no part of it!” exclaimed the now infuriated young man.
‘You have committed to the contract, as witnessed by all of your friends. You cannot get out of the deal unless I agree to it. I do not intend to let you free now that I have you ensnared. I am the power
you agreed to. I am the one you blindly and without thought chose to enslave yourself to. In short, I am your Master.”
At this, the table of celebrating individuals became a unified group against the unfairness of the deal.
After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my true intent.
“What I did to you is what this administration and congress did to you with the health care legislation. I easily suckered you in and then revealed the real cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the belief that you can have something you did not earn, and for that which you did not earn, you willingly allowed someone else to think for you. Your failure to research, study and inform yourself permitted reason to escape you. You have entered into a trap from which you cannot flee. Your only chance of freedom is if your new Master gives it to you. A freedom that is given can also be taken away. Therefore, it is not freedom at all.”
With that, I tore up the napkin and placed it before the astonished young man. “This is the nature of your new health care legislation.”
I turned away to leave these few in thought and contemplation — and was surprised by applause.
The elderly gentleman, who was clearly entertained, shook my hand enthusiastically and said, “Thank you, Sir. These kids don’t understand Liberty .”
He refused to allow me to pay my bill as he said, “You earned this one. It is an honor to pick up the tab.”
I shook his hand in thanks, leaving the restaurant somewhat humbled and sensing a glimmer of hope for my beloved country.
1. Remember… Four boxes keep us free: the soap box, the ballot box, the jury box, and the cartridge box.
2. THIS SHOULD GO AROUND THE UNITED STATES SO PEOPLE CAN SEE JUST WHAT IS GOING ON. MAYBE EVEN THE POLITICALLY BLIND ONES WILL LEARN SOMETHING FROM IT.
“ANY MAN WHO THINKS HE CAN BE HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS BY LETTING THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT TAKE CARE OF HIM; BETTER TAKE A CLOSER LOOK AT THE AMERICAN INDIAN.” HENRY FORD (or perhaps the US Military Veteran)