Oh, The Bureaucracy!
As I detailed in my last entry, yesterday I boarded my disabled taxi and headed off to my consultation with the pain management center to continue my pain drug approval. As we left, I had an unsettling flash that it wasn’t going to go well for me. I’ve had the odd feeling before with no unpleasant results so I decided I was being obstructively anxious.
As we reached the area my driver had entered in his GPS, there was nothing in sight that looked anything like a medical facility. A couple of phone calls confirmed it; the center had moved to a location prohibitively far away months ago, yet my physician’s office had never updated their records.
Hopping mad, I phoned the only other pain management center within a reasonable distance from my home to begin the process again. When I discovered that the first available appointment was October 24, it felt like I’d been sucker punched…my current supply of pain drugs will be exhausted right after the first week of October.
As I’ve explained previously, at this point in time I genuinely need the drugs to damp down the constant neuropathic pain I experience in order to function. While not screamingly severe, the pain resulting from nerves stripped of their insulating myelin coat by MS and essentially stuck full time in the ‘on’ position is enough to drive all else from my mind, rendering me incapable of carrying out daily tasks beyond the most basic ones a person has to do just to exist.
I went home, made a few more calls and eventually had my call returned by a nurse at my physician’s office, who not only took responsibility for the snafu, but obtained a new prescription to cover the interim period until late October.
I dodged the bullet, but was reminded yet again what a dehumanizing affliction I’m dealing with. I need the power wheelchair just to move, I’m dependant on chemicals to function, and narrowly averted a looming disaster when the supply of drugs was threatened. These are anathema to a person like me, who has always been an independent and self sufficient sort. I feel like I’m in an alien and hostile environment, like an explorer in space or on another planet, reliant on machines and pharmaceuticals, a never ending need for support equipment.
That’s bad enough, the facts are the facts, I know perfectly well that life’s not fair and I can cope with these factors. What I find unacceptable is how the unpleasant events of the day were caused directly by government intervention with its insane War On Some Drugs and its naasty offshoot, the war on pain patients.
Lest anyone dismiss this subject as unrelated to thir lives, something not their problem, it has significance for all Americans. The fact that I’m threatened with violence for putting any substance I see fit that the government doesn’t like in my body is clear proof that these so-called ‘leaders’ in America responsible for the War On Some Drugs don’t believe you own your body, simple as that. That makes everyone their slave, when you strip away the flowery rhetoric, and I reject that idea, as should anyone who believes in liberty.
I’m grateful to have the forum for the Freedom Finders show available on the WeROAR network, because this was the topic that guest Brandon Council and I discussed tonight. The US government has incrementally usurped most of the fundamental human rights Americans have taken for granted for too many years, and it’s going to take a lot of effort to recover them from Leviathan.
As we’ve seen with the mountains of laws spewed from DC (beginning well befor the odious USA-PATRIOT Act if you do your research), the government thinks you are its chattel, to be used, abused, or discarded at their whim. The Welfare/Warefare State, the metastasized police state and the US’ devastating interventionist foreign policy, along with the rest of the antihuman collectivist practices the government manufactures the vast majority of the problems we face are terribly dangerous to all of us. The tighter the impersonal gears of the bureaucratic machine enclose us, the likelier we’ll be caught in those gears and devoured.
I’ve referenced the studies of democide, death by government, by RJ Rummel many times: we now face a government that’s accued a huge amount of unaccountable power in a relatively tiny number of hands, and historically that invariably results in vast numbers of prople murdered by their own governments…around 262 million by Rummel’s estimate over the twentieth century, a number that excludes the millions who’ve died as combatants in war. I can only hope that the American public finally accepts the reality of the hazard before it’s too late. Psychopathic power crazed people who create these situations are immoral and vicious, but they’ve always been bullies and cowards and will back down if enough people withdraw their consent from their control. Seeing them accelerating their monstrous plans is dismaying, but such types are also historically blinded by hubris, by overweening pride, that is so extreme that we may indeed see sufficient Americans alerted to their criminally murderous schemes and realize just how much is at stake in time to peacefully thwart them.
Meanwhile, I’m not backing down, nor slacking in my efforts to regain my freedom of mobility. I will not surrender my life without resisting, and I’m confident I can be an asset to others fighting for our freedoms once I can get out to confront the goons. I wish it would happen faster, but the slow progress of my fundraiser is what it is; as an entirely voluntary effort I know that nobody owes me a thing and it’s up to me to persuade them to help me correct this unjust situation.
I’ll be documenting my experiences with the system, count on it. Sunlight really is the best disinfectant, and I’m trying to spread that light as far as I can to wake people from their somnolent state and convince them that it’s well past the time to stand up to these creeps, so even if it’s only in their self interest to do so, we can finally see the wave of tyranny crest, break and roll back.
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