WHAT I’VE LEARNED FROM MY OPERATION
Really, was this an operation? My body received a cut that is over a foot long. There has been intense pain, but there has been no benefit from this cruel attack on my body. Like a Wet Back in a bar I have been subjected to a vicious attack that the surgeon will harass me with the logic that if I do not have the operation I will soon bleed to death. But, what difference will there be in an artery bursting on its own and of me bleeding to death on an operation table where there is no life sustaining blood to keep me alive?
Trust the surgeon? Look, I trusted the surgeon who was able to cut but not to complete the operation. While I sleep under heavy sedation will he again make a fatal decision that will allow me to sink into a bloodless death?
Doctors have screwed me every since I had polio in the Navy. Will they continue to do so? I have to decide whether I will die a natural death or if I will die a death that will bring several thousand dollars into the hands of a medical profession that has little more to offer than a prayer before the procedure, and after the failure of the surgeon to blame me for taking a blood thinner that I stopped taking when he told me to stop taking it.
I don’t trust the medical profession.




LET ME SHOW YOU MY SCAR.