Homeless Again…
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This happened in the morning. I wasn't too keen on having to go to the hospital. I have been there before and have encountered their practiced and professional malpractice, many times. Actually, it seems like everytime I have been to the hospital or a clinic they all seem to be in their professional character for deceit and manipulation. I can't go into it in full detail now, because it would just take too long to write out, but it is quite consistent.
They too have directors to put them in their parts and say their lines the way they are taught and supposed to,, to deceive other people for their jobs and their money. It is kind of inhuman how people can be without conscience or a soul and do stuff like this, but it is electronically enhanced with SMARiTT REMOTEER and the directors who are the "people" in charge of, and using SMARiTT to do it with.
So I didn't go to the hospital right away. I got up in the morning and I somewhat went about my normal routine. Though I was doing everything a bit slower. Having to go to the hospital was and is that serious of a venture, because of the fact that the SMARiTT queers are in charge of the remote control of society and reality with SMARiTT and REMOTEER.
I was homeless sleeping/camping in downtown Seattle. I took a bus out to Renton to do a little food shopping. While I was in Renton I saw an ambulance and a fire truck in the parking lot of one of the stores there. Though I was deathly reluctant to go to the hospital I decided to walk over to them to see if they would take me to the hospital. I was thinking I had to go because the bone in my chest may have killed me anyway, but I was just as concerned about what they might do to me at the hospital also.
The ambulance and fire truck were there for something or someone else at the time, so I waited for them to come out of the store. When they did, I spoke to the ambulance driver first. When I tried to tell her of my problem with the broken bone in my chest, she just looked at me like I didn't have any money and she couldn't do anything about it unless I payed for it or something. She didn't do it like she wanted me to pay her, but as if it were a company thing or something and she couldn't do it because of her job. Then she left.
Then I spoke to the fireman when he came out of the store. I explained to him about the broken bone in my chest and he just looked at me like I was mentally ill or something. He kind of did it like, if that were actually true, I would already be dead, so that couldn't actually be possible. Then he tried to appease me by offering to get me a bed at one of the local shelters. As if I were some mentally ill homeless person looking for some kind of a free handout. I just kind of played it down and let it slide. I suppose my appearance may have given him some cause to think like that, being that I was severely under the weather and half dead, but I did tell him truthfully and I would have expected a more professional, intelligent, realistic response. So I let it go and he left. I didn't want to push the issue because I was still extremely concerned about having to go to the hospital anyway. So I went about my normal routine for the rest of the day.
I got back to my tent later on that evening. When I tried to lay down to go to sleep I could not lay down. I was stuck sitting up. I could not move to lay down because the broken bone in my chest and whatever else it was causing would not let me. I thought, oh no, I can't even go to sleep now. However, after about 45 minutes of just sitting there, somehow my body relaxed and I was able to lay down and go to sleep.