Yes, I am more mad about my health than I had early accepted, yes it is getting on me, yes, I hate not being able to do a lot of things with the grandchildren, hold them without being afraid of dropping them to the floor if I dislocate again, what I hate even more is the fact that I can’t bend to the floor to be their height, to play on the floor and to have more stamina, and when I though I didn’t hate the doctors that left me with a leg shorter than the other one and with a lot of problems, I do, I do hate, I do hate Doc. E. Pastor and I hope life will do me some justice and I hope he will pay, I hope he will pay some way somehow, no, I could not use the right of suing for malpractice, I could not get justice in a country where justice does not exist and I hope life will make him accountable. And I hope I will know about it just for the pleasure of knowing that I can win at least once in life.
Sanda's Place for Coffee and Voice A funny, sarcastic, humorous and sometimes not quite, journey inside and out...............only first posts, not any more...........decided to publish the good work of others
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