cc Claudie Lauper Bushman and Rickard Bushman whom I met at their (Mormons’) church with the temple, at 125 Columbus Avenue aka Two Lincoln Square. I cannot remember the year. Was it 2012, the year of the Easter Sunday fire in Jersey City across the street from Jersey City Board of Education? My first husband’s mom owned the one family house at 323 Claremont. My parents owned the two family house at 321 Claremont Avenue. My second husband lived with his grandmother on Yale Avenue around the corner from Jersey City Board of Education. Yale Skull and Bones: 322
cc all Mormon barristers
I feel very tired. I will finish posting the wound information as soon as I can
I am still feeling very tired, and I’m thinking about my wound. The last time I was a patient at New York Presbyterian Methodist Hospital, there three Chinese names on the chart about me, a chart on the wall across the floor a for each patient. Dr. Huang, Oncologist; Dr. Li (Dr. Huang’s associate or intern); and Li, cleaning department. It is Dr. Li who informed me that I have two wounds, one on each side of my buttocks. I knew I had sores on my buttocks; I used to sit up in bed with my back against the wall, typing all day, sitting on a mattress that’s more boxspring than mattress.
Dr. Li told me the wounds are from herpes. Herpes? I never had any sex disease. At first I refused treatment for the wounds. When I was transported here, a doctor and the head nurse and a wound care nurse examined me while a tall attractive Mormon Danite stood (like a news reporter) observing.
The wounds are now healed but I forgot to ask the head nurse about another wound, on my knee from the weight of the blankets when I have my legs up with my feet flat on the bed, which is often, when I’m not sitting up, or trying to sit up.
A physical therapist was here earlier. I was in pain when he came here, pain in my intestines and my rectum. He told me he will come back after lunch. I don’t think I can do any exercises today. I feel disappointed, with myself.
5 O God, you yourself have come to know my foolishness,
And from you my own guiltiness has not been hidden.+
O Sovereign Lord, Jehovah of armies.+
O may those seeking you not be humiliated because of me,+
O God of Israel.+
Humiliation has covered my face.+
And a foreigner to the sons of my mother.+
And the very reproaches of those reproaching you have fallen upon me.+
And I kept hoping for someone to show sympathy, but there was none;+
And for comforters, but I found none.+
And for my thirst they tried to make me drink vinegar.+
And what is for their welfare a snare.+
And cause their very hips to wobble constantly.+
And may your own burning anger overtake them.+
In their tents may there come to be no dweller.+
cc CIA-ASIS Geoffrey Jackson; CIA Danite Anthony Morris etal, cc all Mormon barristers