I’ve done the best I could to survive the past seven years since my life was destroyed to save insurance companies a few bucks and most likely protect drug traffickers as well. I’ve tried to document this experience the best I could, not only in case something should “happen” to me, but now it looks like a pretty good description of the basic flaws of American society that are leading to the collapse of this country. The average American is now starting to realize that the United States is failing, something myself and other American domestic refugees have known for years.
The United States, especially anything related to the government, politics or corporate business, is nearly all lies. Dishonesty and corruption is the framework of America. Three hundred million brainwashed since birth Americans unable to disconnect from the propaganda to think for themselves. The criminal organization(s) that actually run the country and have the government as a “front”, have their man, convicted felon Donald Trump, in the White House, dismantling the costly prop government to finally take over.
Even though many of the things I’ve written about in the past have come to be, it’s hard to put the thoughts in my head into words because everything is so negative. The failure of the United States may be the biggest story of the past two centuries, and I’ve had the grass roots view, but living in the country that’s failing makes it a little different.
That won’t be much of a problem much longer because this sad documentary, or at least this chapter of it, will be coming to an end. A few years back I wondered if I would die first or the country would fail. At this point, it looks like it will be pretty close. With no medical care, my body is failing, especially from injuries suffered in the 2018 semi truck accident. I had one last hope visit to the Veterans Administration to confirm what I already know; I’m probably not going to last another six months.
A few days ago, I had my last visit to the Veterans Administration clinic. Not because I’m cured, it’s because I don’t get any medical care for the health issues I have and I won’t make it much longer. Even though I have a lung disease, caused by industrial crop spraying, severe damage to my hips and left arm and shoulder, caused by being hit by a semi truck while stopped in a construction zone and have intestinal bleeding, I have not been able to convince the VA I need medical help.
I have not seen a VA doctor since my second visit, more than seven years ago. The “Telemed” or whatever video conference visits are no value. Thirty minutes a year is not enough time for a year’s worth of medical care for most patients, many who are elderly and have issues. When asking important healthcare questions, sometimes you don’t get an answer.
I never know when my medications are going to come. My last visit to my local VA clinic was cancelled. If you don’t go in for annual physicals, which is some blood drawing for lab tests and a thirty minute video conference, your prescriptions don’t get renewed. After last actual VA appointment where I was told I needed mental help, a completely incorrect diagnosis, and this latest cancellation, I knew that if I wanted any medical care, I would have to go somewhere else. I gave the keys to my storage unit to my friend, telling her I would not be back and left the place I’d lived for the past eighteen years to see if I could get some medicine to allow me to live a few more months.
After I left town, the VA sent some drugs to my PO Box I would never see again. If I had a prescription for the drugs I need, I could walk into a pharmacy and buy them. The VA ships drugs by mail. I order them online, but it can be months before they arrive and you can only order so many refills at a time. I have to pick up the VA packages at the Post Office during business hours. I have asked many times about a physical prescription and, as I mentioned earlier, the question is totally ignored, time after time after time. I can’t get the medication I need, the VA is wasting money that could be spent on other veterans.
After a couple months on half doses of medicine I need to keep breathing, I was not feeling all that good. My lungs were filling with mucus every night making it tough to breathe. Along with that, the cold weather at night is very bad for the injuries to my hips from the semi truck accident. I have to wake and move every hour or so or the intense pain in my hips will wake me up. My left hip has popped out of the socket several times, which is very painful and takes months to recover. I fear if this happens again, there will be no recovery.
With no chance of medical treatment that would do anything to help me, I went to a VA Clinic 1400 miles from my, now former, home on the way to the local ER to see if I could get, at least, some medication. I tried to get an appointment with a medical clinic using Medicare, but it would take months for an appointment. I got an appointment with the VA. It was basically a patient check in. I declined a lab test and chat with a social worker. I told them all I wanted was for them to give me six months of some medication so I would be able to wrap up my affairs. I was told I could expect the medication in the mail. I was also given an appointment for December 2026, a year from now, after telling them I only needed six months of medication and no treatment because I only expected to live six months.
Several days later, I drove to the Post Office to pick up medication from the VA. While I appreciate the effort, it was not the medication I need. If I don’t get any other medication in the mail soon, I will have to go to the ER, which I was doing at the beginning of this post.