I WILL FOLLOW that method of treatment which according to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of my patient and abstain from whatever is harmful or mischievous.
--The Hippocratic Oath
You can tell that the government is not ran by doctors.
All I have to say in summation about monitoring:
August 20, 2008.
NO phone calls. No one showed up before I dialed 911, and the regular Fire Department arrived.
Now we come with hacking and cameras and all this technology. We had it then too.
For that, I have no forgiveness in my heart. For anyone. NOt even MOrpheus.
I wrote a blog entry the day before, "Bottom of BAthroom Floor."
Roles reversed? NO. Even if it meant major consequences for me. I couldn't forgive myself.
I feel a little sad for our country. What value we pout [put] on life. ON your life. ON my life.
Don't trust your family to help you. Don't trust your friends to help you.
Mine weren't there for me that day. IN fact, they made it worse. My two best friends were the ICU female Doctor, who I can't even remember her name, and my Neurologist.
It's about putting other people's lives before your own in a moment of crisis, an unlikelihood that doesn't hit most of us but once or twice per lifetime. Your life is more important than mine. YOu first.
With bipolar disorder, you and the people around you get worn out being in crisis mode. Manic. Crisis. Depressed. Crisis. Break up. Crisis. d. I'm really dying this time! I swear! Yes, we know. But what about last time? I was dying then too!
Once, I almost did. You weren't there. YOu didn't listen. Odds are, I will again. Odds are even better now, I will finish. You don't fucking read, do you ? NO.
Those people? Who really knew? They are out. Bad enough the parents weren't paying attention. They're just ignorant.
What can you say?
I'm sorry I didn't care.
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