Would love to say. Can't get my records, nor can my main dr. She refused me medicine while out of town (trip too much to take on, but I had to), told pharmacy I sold pills: never. Someone told disability I had a valuable van: almost lost disability: my pickup had a blown engine. Due to serious underlying medical condition, cold turkey (bottle says taper off) hit me hard, as did betrayal. I collapsed on ground. Got picked up by a sociopath: couldn't drive or feed self. Got raped often, physically & emotionally abused for a year. Scared to report him with drug dealer on my record. Only escape was desert. She found out where I was & wrote to area drs. not to treat, I guess. Treated horribly by those drs. Desert home soon surrounded with sewage. Got sewer gas poisoning and cancer (terminal acc. to 3 drs). Been trying to get out of desert heat 8 yrs: too sick. Santa Cruz was home. Rated as I did because I am going to die over a lie. I deserved to be told first. Want to go home.

Submitted March 31, 2010