I am pretty certain the next person who tells me that, or tells me "it can't be that bad", or "stop blaming all your broblems on your mother" will get a VERY large piece of mind. In the form of fragments. Caused by a gun. Splattered all over wherever we happen to be standing.
That will be the biggest FUCK YOU FOR NEVER UNDERSTANDING I could ever do.
I can't wait to meet with my case manager again next week and meet my new PCP. If everything checks out physically, then I'm hoping she will sign off the VNS consent and Cheryl (Cyberonics) and her manager eventually get the P.A. for the VNS replacement from Medicaid. I need this device like I need the air I breathe. That's not an exaggeration or being overdramatic, it's true.
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