A.I…. humans lost their Humanity…

Watching the news this morning… as usual… and a cardiologist was talking about A.I. and it’s ability to do better than humans… well duh on that one… A.I. has zero emotions that can be toyed with like Trump and his base are doing…

What got my attention, the doctor said that statistically 30% of scans read, the doctors miss something… gee, scan at Oregon VA in 2000, we think it was a contrast CT or MRI, but we can’t find a copy of that among my records… and they saw nothing… in fact there was no follow up or anything after that appointment, which is a typical of the veterans health care system… why do you think so many vets eat the bullet of suicide???

I have gone back through the years before Mike and I married over 25 years ago, trying to find a hint of evidence that these strokes happened as an adult… Nada, no loss of memory, no loss of time, no loss of function….

The only time I have a gap in my memory…. childhood…

When I went in for the MRI on Dec 26th, 2018… the radiologist was sitting in the back and heard me tell the tech that though the doctor says we are looking for seizure stuff, what you are going to find is a stroke with a bleed on the brain… and I’ll be damned if that is exactly what the radiologist saw on the MRI… and it freaked them enough, they ordered a MRA to insure I had no fistulas, blood clots, aneurysm or infarcts…..

Nothing else was found in that test, though other test are needed for me to really go further, but that is if you need treatment and I passed on the drugs and other BS…. I passed that point of no return 2 years after the last brain injury on Okinawa…. and that was 1971 when Don hit me upside the head and caused another bleed… it happened a couple days after the blow… and I was with someone when it happened, he was a medic on his way to Vietnam… we thought it was heat stroke, and it wasn’t…

The only thing that kept me functional… not knowing my body and brain had any restrictions that should have been followed… I lived life, but in the back of my mind, everytime I went under the knife or anesthesia, I feared not waking up…. because of that lost time and lost memories from my childhood and Freda never said a word… but she asked questions…

Freda would ask if I had high BP… I never have unless it was medication induced, which the thyroid drug did do… she pressed this subject so many times, it set off alarms and I sought answers… Freda was the one who let me know I had suffered a major medical event… by this one simple action….

I stood in her kitchen in 2010 and told her to her face I was missing memory…. her comment…”some things are best not remembered”… that was the last time I set eyes on the woman I called mother, who did everything she could to put me 6 feet under, because of her secrets and lies as she hides behind christians man made god…

So much hate in my heart and mind, it makes me shake… how I want this person to suffer like I suffer every day and have suffered since I entered this world….

All because a woman had affairs and used her god to hide behind and brain washed her children… just so she could go to her grave thinking know one ever knew that my half sister is the daughter of a bastard in Bonita, Louisiana… really hope that dudes life was what he deserved…. still can see his face as clear as day…. and that little sister you will never know what your daddy really looks like….

Sometimes life hands you the tool for revenge… my silence is mine…

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Sgt. USAF DAV I Remember… Margie…