I’m still at Maimonides Hospital, if I am not mistaken, room 1123. (I am mistaken. I am in bed 1, my room number is 7232.
Shrinkage cream in my rectum, catherer in my vagina to drain the urine in my belly. I will be sent back to Bensonhurst Rehabilitation today.
When I came to this room, room 1123, and spoke to the resident in the bed nest to me, whom I had not seen other than her amputated foot sticking out from under the sheet and blanket because the curtain or drape is drawn, she told me to not talk to her.
Approximately 15 minutes ago, a psychiatrist was here, asking her how did it happen. If I am not mistaken, she said, a passerby on the street. The psychiatrist asked if she knows the person.
MORMON COMPUTER GREMLINS ILLEGALLY PREVENT ME FROM POSTING PICTURE OF THE DECORATIONS ON BARBARA CUTLER’S DOOR, DECORATIONS INCLUDING A BALLERINA DANCER, ROOM 1123, YWCA BROOKLYN. AS I’M TYPING, I FEEL PRESSURE ON MY RHEMORRHOIDS, BUT NOT A LOT, AND EARLIER WHEN I BEGAN TYPING FELT SLIGHT PAIN IN MY RECTUM.
The psychiatrist had actually come earlier to see the patient. She asked the patient her name, and she said she would be back. As the doctor was leaving (a young attractive female, of course), I asked her if she is Indian (from India) and she said yes. Yesterday in the radiation department (I was sent there for a contrast cat scan), a SOMABOARD something or other was showcase next to the cat scan entrance. Instead os asking if I could take a picture, I should have taken a picture!
The resident, whose foot has recently been operated on, used a chair like a walker and walked to the hall to report me to nurse (for asking the psychiatrist who was there to her, if she is from India). It must have been very disturbing to her, being in this room with me. The doctor came back and asked among other questions: Who is your doctor? Dr. Huang or Dr Wong. (My oncologist’s surname is Dr. Huang, New York Presbyterian Methodist Hospital. I have no complaint against Dr. Huang. My complaint is against the new and improved Nazis wo invented the blissful cancer.)
When I realized some of the questions sounded like he was talking to me (a nurse is here to give me magnesium; I HAVE NO COMPLAINT AGAINST THE NURSE, QUITE THE CONTRARY).
TWO HOURS WORTH OF TYPING, GONE. DELETED.
These are two more of the questions the pretty young Indian psychiatrist asked the middle age Hispanic amputee: Have you ever thought of harming yourself or anyone else? If I am not mistaken, she said. No. And because to me it sounded like some of the questions she was asking me, I thought about that question and I can honestly answer that never in my life have I ever wanted to physically harm another person. (I’d better save this little portion of what I already typed before it, like Orlando magic Disney magic Macys magic, disappears, again.) Recently I began having thoughts about dying bur me asking Jehovah God to please just let me die, when the hemorrhoid pain is really really painful as has been the case while being diapered a few times so, a few nurses heard my prayer
Jehovah God, please help me. Please just let me die.
(Suffering so my mentally, emotionally and physically, even righteous Job wanted to die. Job wanted to die. He did not know why he was suffering so. He knew about the resurrection. And he knew that he was determined to maintain integrity to God, the true God, Jehovah. Jesus Christ is not God. Jesus Christ is God’s son, his first born. God’s title is Almighty God; Jesus Christ is mighty God. Jesus Christ is the Word, God’s messenger.
After the resident in the other bed in this two beds room, met with the Indian psychiatrist, she (the patient) began moaning and groaning, almost exactly like I do when I’m feeling pain in my rectum:
The other resident (who is no longer in this room even though I am leaving here today):
Please help me, Lord Jesus. (Repeatedly she said this prayer.)
Please help me Jehovah God, please help me. (Help me endure the pain. Help me maintain my integrity.)
PHOTO OF BARBARA CUTLER’S DOOR (THE WITCH WHO, ON
THREE SEPARATE OCCASIONS HISSED AT ME, “JEHOVAH’S FAILURE”.
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