Dear Doctors. Dear Doctors:

So this is it?? This is all you can tell me? Peripheral Neuropathy - Fibromyalgia - Histiocytosis X - Restless Leg Syndrome- Trigeminal Neuralgia-Asthma- Degenerative Joint Disease- Depression- Facial Migraines and Daily Headaches and some lesions growing on my central nerve and on my Trigeminal Nerve and a boatload of other things that are wrong with me and you doctors have the balls to tell me it's going to get worse from here? No really? Do you think you're trying to scare me asshole?? Like I haven't been through enough? Yea, so what? I'm scared but not enough to give up yet. You just piss me off is what you do to me, that's all. Don't hand me another shitload of drugs and send me home, god dammit, FIX ME!! You sit there like a bunch of know-it-all bastards and then can't answer a simple question that I ask of you. My granddaughter can ask me a question and if I don't know the answer for her, I will work on it until I find one suitable to her age level to answer it for her so she understands it. How fucking hard can it be? Isn't it your  JOB to answer things for me? To tell me what the hell is going on with me and to be able to tell me what happens next? Don't push me off on some other doctor for the answer. Don't be some chicken shit that doesn't want to tell me I'm gonna die. I already know that's coming. I just want to know what I gotta do to prevent that from happening too soon dammit. I have things to DO until then! Lots of things to do and if you're gonna interfere with my plans, then I don't have time to listen to your horseshit and waste my time with you. Don't tell me to go home and wait...I'm not gonna do that. I have a garden to grow and grandbabies to help raise. I have dogs to save and a Husband to take care of. I have grown kids that need my direction and a huge ass house to clean! If you think all this shit's gonna get done by drugging me up into a zombie, well think again asshole, that's not gonna work for me either. If I'm gonna have to LIVE with all these diseases and pain then it's your job to see to it that I do so as comfortably as I can and as coherent as I can. I don't want to miss a day of my life and its your job to see that my wishes are met. If you're not up for the challenge then back out now because you'll be in for a hell of a ride with me. I don't give up and I don't give in and I sure as hell am not afraid to fire your ass!! Bring it on Pork Chop...I'm ready to fight!!