Shart Not, H.A. Put the Kibosh on the Kaka

HOLD UP, my Beloved Soiled Compatriots.

Health Alliance called a last minute audible. (They said "Eff you, Kel.")

They will not approve the provider (Shea Ear Clinic) or the procedure (profusion).

We were packed. Arrangements, reservations and appointments were made. HA said "No soup for you!"

I cried like a child.

I lurve my GP and my rheumatologist. We will devise a plan for World Domination, and/or an appeal.

I'll keep pleading for someone to answer that d*mn ringing phone
having dizzy spells
falling and vomiting updating.

For now all my maaaaad writing skills will be involved in producing my manifesto.

I'm torn between meaningless drivel, bathroom humor, religious banter and church tales, but I think with some careful editing I can include all of my gifts in one composition, with lots of threats and cursing, liberally peppered with medical terminology, of course.

No worries, I won't ask you to Poop Yourself ever again. Not for This Cause anyhow.

I'm disappointed. But not as much as I would have expected.

Maybe it's the hope I have in the appeal process.

Maybe it's the peace I found in a friend's loving counsel.

Of course, it could have been Ben & Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk.