"She was on the side of the angels, even if the angels weren't entirely sure that this was a good thing.”
― John Connolly, The Reapers
“That's the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.”
― Dave Matthes, Sleepeth Not, the Bastard
>>> THE BUST:
An hour or so ago, Patrick came with one of the several vehicles from the Used Car Agency -- that have not changed in a year -- so they must not actually be for sale. A sort of boxy, larger "station wagon" ideal for hauling cargo, but smaller than a van. He ran up and down the stairs several times, and I only watched as he backed up to then pull out forward -- and I was surprised that it had only one white back-up light -- on the left side as you face it.
Ten or so minutes after he left, I stepped out to smoke (STILL smoking LESS than a pack/day since I got out of "The Oaks"), I saw blue lights flashing and discovered two Police cars parked in the circle, nearly halfway around from my perspective -- too far away to make out much, but it was pointed toward Wrightsville Ave. -- nose-to-nose with the cops. There was a white light on its back -- on the left side.
But when they left, the vehicle in question also left -- so it must not have been a successful bust -- or nothing worth an arrest. I didn't see it well enough to KNOW it was Patrick's vehicle.
>>> THE MOST IMPORTANT THING:
Several days ago, I DIVORCED my brother and sisters sending me money from whether or not I will write Navy Commander James Iredell Godley. I HAVE to write Godley, and so they should not feel their decision now has anything to do with whether I mail my Letter or not. I CONFESS to having tried to PRESSURE THEM with it to send remittances again.
Also, This morning I got a SECOND ATTEMPT from my Social Worker to call me to see how I'm doing (smoking less tobacco, much less pot -- and drinking less alcohol as well), and this time I was able to call her back and leave her a four-minute message which included that I HOPE they (or at least she), has been reading this blog, which she found in front of me in the Hospital, and said she was EAGER to read more.
I told her I have written up MANY GREAT THINGS about New Hanover Behavioral Health Hospital -- and ALL the Staff as well (except Food Service). I HOPE she will pass my compliments to everyone, especially Drs. Waldrep and Selmach -- and that Irish Gal Nurse, who is always such a FUN TRIP to spar with!!!
>>> NEVER BEFORE BLOGGED:
I've understood this for about eight years now, and it BREAKS MY HEART because it shows my mother's REAL intention about me. This is NOTHING NEW to Medicine, and Mom knows it very well, she renewing her nursing license as recently as the late 1970s.
Mom has seen my SUPER edema of the ankles and lower legs MANY times -- beginning about 1990, and said she had no idea what it might be, so I figured it must have been caused by taking Lithium Carbonate since 1978, so didn't worry about it. But then it CONTINUED off and on after Alex Widdon took me OFF Lithium in 2009.
And then at "The Oaks" I asked all around about such a thing -- which I don't suffer from now -- and they all immediately said it was nearly always a sign of SERIOUS HEART DISEASE -- or rarely, Diabetes!!
Mamma just wanted to KILL ME -- anyway she could do it. That's all I have to say about Ruth Anne (Meyer) Kenan -- for now.
PRAISE THE LORD!!!
At this GREED-FEST of Christian Kenan/Cameron/Trask family members and MONEY-SLAVES, I did NOT see a SINGLE ONE of my doctors (General or Psychiatric), and ALL of them are associated with New Hanover Regional Medical Center -- HA!!!
No new "Poison-Pen" Letters to write . . . the theme was "An Evening in Greece" -- with LIVING STATUES like the one showing, THROUGHOUT!!!
Not REALLY . . .
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