Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Finger prints for the FBI and to see...

Who I really am? Do any of us know that? A man of thirty-four thought that he knew that he was adopted but found out that he was first kidnapped and then he was adopted when just a baby… by that age graduation program or some such new fangled app. That showed him as an older child and he recognized himself. But alas my fingerprints via a now a way too long saga were taken by the new techno system that I was informed was not really that new that 15K conundrum machine… and it kept saying that my prints weren’t good enough! This time the other woman Kathleen did it and conferred with the other gal Betty who knew too how to operate the machine but it must be me, I kept saying. They insisted that it had happened before and that it wasn’t me. Now I ask you if it wasn’t me and it wasn’t the machine than why they were making it not work; I ask you hmm. To me it seems counterproductive, but I am just a layman not a professional finger-printer woman… In a day or two I will find out if they will have to take me into custody or let me roam free. Gosh, I hear in the BIG HOUSE, you get free food, cable TV and medical care and Geez… I did it, whatever they find out I will confess to! Too good to pass up…KIDDING folks! I am as innocent as the day is long next month on the summer solstice, but I can dream can’t I? Again, a joke. This is America and we take very good care of our incarcerated peeps, since I do believe it is the law. It’s the elderly and infirm that we are still trying to figure out what to do with… sad, but true. Treatment unless in an excellent nursing home is iffy to say the least, and they’re laws to protect that too, as in our child protective services systems that unfortunately have too many fall through the cracks and end up dead or missing…laws can also cause delays… but most are needed; definitely no joke. Rambling tonight due to again experimenting with my shoulder that also flunked the maneuverability test and is slowly but surely reaching the painful point of no return. Oh why don’t I get some medication or do something to help myself, well dear sweet readership, I did. And you know what none of the usually prescribed or over the counter meds I can take because they do not co-exist with the others that I already take to keep me alive! And so I must stop this, which seems to aggravate it more so, and use some moist compresses that seem to help temporarily. It is a common symptom of the Multiple Sclerosis and is one of the many that is NO FUN! And so to be another shorty delightful night, allow me to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly to count your blessings and share all your overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

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