I am so weak I can barely lift my phone. Your green leather chair is already place. Not where you sat near the door, wearing the Doc Marten (MLK) boots. Today your chair is next to the air conditioner that used to be on. My wheelchair is in the hall, next to an empty food tray. It’s taking me more than 15 minutes to post sentences because the I beam is acting irratically, and extra letters of the alphabet being are inserted between words that I type. This Mormon computer gremlin glitch is fairly recent.
You stopped by my room last Tuesday, before I went to Maimonides Hospital. You stood at the door and asked me if I said anything about you. I didn’t know how to answer the question, so, I asked you what brand boots are you wearing (Doc Marten? Banggood?) but you didn’t tell me. I would like to post a picture of American Standard Brand bathtub and Banggood- boots
This is the question I ask you, Dr. Utah Beehive: Why did Maimodnides Hospital not alert Bensonhurst Rehabilitation to let them know, I tested positive COVID-19??
Most especially because I entered Maimonides Hospital, because my nose was so congested, I could not breathe with the cannula because of dried up mucus and the mask was making breathing less oxygen. I was breathing through my mouth. It was obvious that something was wrong with me because when I saw men sitting in the tent, I asked RCA ambulance medical technicians if the men were homeless. The medical technical did not tell me to put on a mask. (My guess is, they were told not to tell me to put on a mask though I was obviously confused. I have no complaint against RCA medical technicians; quite the contrary. Why did the medical technicians not tell me to put on a mask?
Did someone put something in the calcium drink that was given to me before I left Maimonides Hospital? Something to confuse my thinking ability? Who told a black female, standing where the young black female doctor with the WINNING sign on the wall behind her, to take picture of me entering Maimonides Hospital with no mask on my face.
Cats: new and improved Nazis
Pests: Jehovah’s Witnesses (no picture, the advertisement for pest control disappeared to quickly)
88: Heil Hitler : Cancer and Coronavirus. two of the plagues of the rider on the pale horse. Do anyone remember the “hilarious” story about the two lovebirds “Pale Ma” hawks.
Hawks: war monge
Doves: lovers of peace
I’M STILL LAYING ON A SPIKED MATRRESS THAT SPIKES ME EVEN MORE WHEN SOMEONE PRESSES AN EZ BUTTON LASER BEAM. NO EFFORT HAS BEEN MADE TO REMOVE THIS RELIGIOUS PERSECUTION TORTURE MATTRESS FROM THIS BED.
I must retype the following because the first time I typed it, Mormon computer gremlins deleted.
This Westport Lexus 484 DLM car was parked across the street from 484 13th Street where Nat and I lived and twice our grandson Wesley lived with us. The Westport Lexus was parked in front of a brownstone with mandalas (New Age, Mormon New Era magazine, Dawning of the Age of Aquarius) in the windows.
cc all Mormon barristers
Two men were here earlier, supposedly to give me another mattress. I requested a regular mattress. (I will keep my feet elevated under a blanket, and ask if I can continue to have wound cream several times a week. Preventive rather than healing and maintenance after healing.) That was longer than an hour ago. One man came back and said he will be back but he did not come back. I am actually slowly sliding out of the bed! Why didn’t the nurse who brought my medication tell that my body was exposed? She was busy accusing me of trying to sneeze on her! (Usually I always turn my head if I’m breathing heavily. Why did I not use a tissue this morning when I sneezed the inhaler for the dried up mucous in my nose that prevents me from breathing? Am I still confused from the calcium drink? Did the nurse report me to Dr. B who asks me during her visits, has anybody complained about you (I cannot remember her exact words). Am I really the beast in the book of Revelation? That’s what the other patient, who had an operation on her foot, said. I forgot to mention that in the note I posted yesterday. When I tried to have a conversation with her, in an angry tone of voice, told me, don’t talk to her. Her complete prayer: Please help me, Lord Jesus, help me. Please deliver me from that beast. Does she think I’m the wild beast in the book of Revelation? I am certain that, during the middle of the night, maybe this night, I will have fallen out of the bed. I am suffering from religious persecution in a most cruel and sadistic manner.