I took some bird seeds to the cemetery. I had to go in that direction anyways, to make an appointment for a drop in doctor's visit. It is always harder and harder to connect with our family physician due to his availability and ours. We heard from him that the government has reduced the morphine allotment for an individual from 200 mg to 80 mg. This means that people may find their pain unmanageable, and either they use the government medicinal marijuana, or take their lives. I expect suicide to increase over the years ahead, since people can't afford to manage their pain via private means. My husband who has a chronic illness had to also sign 2 forms giving the physician permission to review which medications he has filled in the pharmacy, and also the consent to give urine to make sure he does not take heroin, or other illegal drugs. I am thankful that we were even able to see our doctor. Having our own automobile gives us much liberty, and versatility, so in 20 minutes we can be in the doctors office. Imagine if we had to take a bus, or several buses to get there like many people. I received more antibiotics for my cat scratches. I thank God for my doctor, even-though I was upset with him after Deborah's death. Now it is time to heal and move on, as hard as it is. Thanksgiving was terrible for us. Despite the perks of the dinner, Deborah's absence is an arrow in my heart.
Today is Friday the 13th. I wonder what disaster awaits the world today. The Devil does not rest, and he will make our lives as miserable as possible. All we need to do is to continue to trust Jesus, and keep our hearts soft. Let us not harden our hearts despite the challenges we may face.
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