Okay, so I didn't do an entry for day or so. I was busy and tired.

I also broke the frames for my regular glasses. So now I have to live in darkness, even when it's dark outside. My clinic is ordering new frames so they can put in the old lenses when I get home (hopefully next Friday). I'm typing this without my sunglasses and I can see my laptop. The letters are a little small and fuzzy, but you do what you have to do.

Yesterday I was supposed to have my weekly blood test, but I foolishly went to a "state-of-the-art" facility and they wouldn't accept the letter I have that has worked in Fargo, ND, Rawlins, WY, Youngwood, PA, and Anderson, IN. Please note these are all "Northern" cities. I went to a diagnostic clinic in Williamsburg, KY, operated by Adventist Medical. This letter clearly states what I need, but these sweet, dear people couldn't handle a physician order that wasn't handwritten, like a prescription. It had to be handwritten.

But, you see, I understand their dilemma. They go to churches that have to believe everything single word in the Bible is the truth. They are so fixed on following rules at their church every Wednesday and Sunday, they can't deviate even a tiny bit outside of their religion. Their parent organization has rules about doctor orders and what a doctor's order looks like. A letter with a doctor's signature that describes the test required and the diagnosis simply wasn't sufficient. Part of the problem was the doctor didn't put my birthdate or social security number on the request. RULES! They have to follow the rules, no exceptions, no going outside the box.

Then I noticed all the Christian stuff all around. The Bible quotes were bad enough, but the receptionist had a picture of her daughter display for all to see. Her daughter plays softball, but that wasn't the problem. The frame holding the picture had these words around it: LITTLE MOM'S SPORT. The "liitle mom" in the picture plays softball. Not only is unhelpful mom pushing her daughter to be heterosexual, she's practically demanding she have unprotected sex. I wanted to gag.

I'm not getting a blood test here in Conley because I'm stuck in the company yard and can't get out. I had to take some safety tests and get my truck worked on. I'm ready to go, now, but don't have a load.

And, no, I haven't written anything. I want to, but I also don't want to get interrupted.