Posts Tagged ‘Health’

Obama care’s been an ongoing topic within mass-media from the day the people nominated Barack Obama as their president. The thing American media coined Obama-care, focuses on affordable health care options for all legal citizens of The United States of America. Because I receive disability benefits, I know most the options aren’t considered Insurance. The available options to me, only cover needed surgery, or evaluation of anything I think’s troubling me. As a result of my experiences, I view health insurance as automobile insurance for a human being. The circumstance any doctor uses for determining how health insurance’s applied.

Health care, available to everyone, appears as a resolution to a growing question I’ve asked for why health insurance’s required. Health insurance can prove someone’s been exposed to elements outside the legal exceptions of the F.D.A. and U.S.D.A. My pursuit, in a technical field suggests the working class‘s required to pay for health care insurance, due to the nature of workplace demands. Inside and outside that environment major corporations continue manufacturing products not used or everyone prefer. Some cases, a person doesn’t prefer those products, because of their personal health. Allergies, legal medical uses of Marijuana, fist fights, and cigarettes to name some products and situations I think of  focusing on my topic.

When I visit doctors, I wonder what they think about my appearance, and their stereotypes of me. will they accept the idea of putting their fingers in my mouth, or are these people wondering if I’m contagious. For these questions, I’d consider investing into health care insurance. Because Medicaid , and medicare, doesn’t aid health care benefit recipients treatment every time, insurance’s the only available option. I’d like to think I’m responsible enough never be the cause of my problems. Because of this I wonder how serious all other members of society play on the same field. If the U.S. Government makes an attempt with your money to prevent your demise, but you use your money and everyone around you suffers, you’re going bankrupt. I’m only thinking about the working class losing their jobs because organizations like OSHA‘s told everyone all things aren’t exactly good for you.

To all bloggers I love: I swear I won’t wear my cologne so thick, and I’ll never wash my underwear again.

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In this garden‘s space for every fruit of this garden’s maker’s seed. Though within this space, a place for a thing, beast fail to defile. be the reason because of compassion, or lack of will toward the act of plundering your beauty. Within the space, only negated opportunity to imagine a thing of bliss and delight. For that beauty I don’t dare garrison our sanctuary for the selfish want of  this world ‘s beneficial decor. From mine hand flow not your essence because I’ll never subject seed not of my own to the thing compelling me. That deed‘s a deed for things in need of undaunted reward. Place thee, yourself hither to allow dreams  intended of dreamers. As fruit coveted not, beast nor beauty deserve space for withering. If never thou wither, our want’s a thing everlasting. Though thou dismissed my intent a thing willed to minds of the forgetful. Deed and misdeed’s an act of actors. For being a contradiction to discourse your space remains for your occupancy. Because in the eye of the beholder, I’m observed sinner and not accused of defilement.

In my garden thou shall find pleasantries as only liberated desire lead thee. For confession we exist between love and hate, did, did not, is, is not, dead, living, and undying inhabitants. If, and when you see your face here, believe believer’s opened the gate beckoning not. believe you self-indulgence.  For unity restrain beauty and beast by the vine of one accord. For beauty, beast ravages our inhibition’s sanctity. For beast, beauty need not anything from savage retribution. Though we’re yet outside the gate of resolution.  If I imagine another thing and discover myself without my own imaginings, let me stand as a marauder of the maker’s garden. For that beauty I imagined, but for the beast the marauder invaded.


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Oh! How the day hold  event of phantasmal nature. Not everyday can I go out and become stifled as a result of my encounters. though I’ve always questioned women’s sensual and ability of allurement my recent experiences before being subjected to sedation aren’t answered. Being both disappointed and encouraged about my expectations of sensuality I wonder if I’ll often experience similar experiences compared to these. If ever you’ve been prepped for serious medical attention and you discover yourself subject of foot fetish oriented conversation, you relate to experiences like these. Because of my sensual nature and wonder of the general public’s capacity of the same nature I wasn’t troubled because of the topic but because of the spontaneous occurrence and situation of the experience. Despite the dilapidated state of my gym shoe, the nurse suggested the nature of her fetishes were the cause of physical contact between her and I. That didn’t explain the contact between the other assistant and me, but I’m assuming because I’m a single guy and my standards of allowing women to practice their fetish practices in my presence are acceptable I’m not in any danger. I expect not all visits to the doctor’s going to occur as this overwhelming event, but I’m growing fond of thinking they could happen. The chance to display the fleshy foot beneath that shoe never happened and wonder what might have happened if she did. Fat , skinny, tall or short if you can persuade me toward believing I’m in no danger your chances of enjoyment are as good as mine. I can’t tell you I’ve never experienced similar experiences and won’t. In this garden you might find things in places you never expected they’d be. I hope I’m not informed some time in the future about YouTube videos staring me as object of an obsession. Not due to my actions, but being a violator of user terms of service.

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                        I laid in bed for three weeks before visiting the emergency room. Cat scans, ultrasounds and over 10 liters of different fluids  later, I could walk well enough, so the hospital discharged me. Colitis and lesions of the liver is the diagnosis for my illness and the reason I wet to the emergency room. I’m sure the diagnosis is a gut disease. Psychologically, I have the other disease called technology, or then there’s the economy.

For instance, no-one ate the hospital could read or write with next to perfect english grammar. I obtained several articles of documentation  containing nice examples of my other disease. I also have WordPress and their spell checker. This spell checker insists the name of this disease is non-existent.

From the ill documentation referring me to a psychiatrist, I discovered the most bad grammar. Lack of punctuation between sentences sent me on a wild goose chase. I’d later discover some arrogant psychologist from India thought he knew what I needed? Kind of proves my personal war is growing. Playing psycho-games can get people killed, regardless of how big or small the game is. 

Despite my efforts to look for positive things, I always discover some tiny flaw in the plot. I then see me for who I am while I try to cover the negative things up in some crude humor. I think the faults only get worse in the aftermath. I thought I’d pursue the practice of ass worship, but need to find the pleasantries of being bi-sexual, bi-racial if my intentions make me a success.

Visiting my favorite adult sites have only proven afro american women don’t get the role of being a white man’s sexual escapades as often as Aryan or asian women. I don’t think I’ll find anything negative about filling the role if I find no fault in the immediate purpose. Surprisingly, I’ll swear I’ve seen more women from those sites near me after I visit them for whatever reason they have. Because my moral standards only revolve around the faults of everyone else while telling me to forgive their flaw, for maintaining a sense  being a pleasant person I’m more than considering that pursuit. Pornography, and portraying an adult lifestyle aids a person being characterized for their integrity as an independent person. I really don’t enjoy seeing familiar faces from www.Pornhub if the faces intentions of being next to you in public aren’t clear in the eye of the beholder. The occasions haven’t been unacceptable, but I think I create more delusions as a result of those incidents. I can only imagine the damage from the spyware used to infiltrate home networks. Again someone plays for power and dominance of something.

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