BTW, while I’ve only grocery shopped 2 – 3 times in the past 2 years, if I do shop in a small store (since I can’t make it to the back of a larger store like WalMart) – I often end up wandering from exhaustion and am unable to accomplish the task that I’d set out to accomplish. Then, as if the abovementioned weren’t enough of a slap in the face for a viciously independent person, I get home with a bag and wonder who the he.. the bag belongs to. Holy sh..! I can’t even tell you how many times. I hate walnuts – detest them – why the freak would they be in my bag?! I don’t even have money for walnuts – I am so freakin impoverished now! What kind of crap is this. No matter how much I beg for medical attention – it ain’t happening for me. It’s just an almost unwavering series of degradation and devaluing appointments in which I am repetively reminded that my life has no value. I guess I’m living in a place where there is low value for human life. I don’t know what has happened with regards to that but it is completely foreign to me. I went for an appointment a few days ago and the nurse intercepted me and canceled my appointment citing I already had someone assigned to me for care and I couldn’t have two people. Ok. It’s just that, after approx 3 years of begging for help……..