Dioxin and Coffee For Breakfast
I'm so tired of the obvious truth that so many American children were screwed up by dioxin is still being ignored and swept up under the rug. There is countless information that proves its toxic effect on those of us born to Vietnam veterans highly exposed to it. Did you know soldiers even used the leftover barrels as makeshift showers in the jungle at the time?
I tried gathering my old hospital records years back so I could begin to study over my own case. I was informed they were destroyed, because they'd been sitting in a manila folder for 40 plus years. (After 40 years, paper records are destroyed. We didn't have digital changeover at that time.) I can't even see what actually happened to me during the first several reconstructive surgeries of my life.
Regardless, life moves on, doesn't it? We like to ignore and dismiss the children of our own nation. It's an ongoing habit.
Book updates. It may turn out to be a novella, because I cannot include certain stories that would fatten it up. I'll try and include everything I possibly can. I have no intention of dragging anyone I love and know through the dirt; I'll keep identities private and in tact. No worries there. It's proving to be another nostalgic experience, none the less. I'm not going anywhere today, and I'm not in the mood for much. So I'll be plugging away at this like a mad scientist in a dilapidated old corner building somewhere, with my coffee and my periodical exercises, because morphing into a weird pear shaped lump isn't acceptable to me. Happy Sunday! And keep fighting.
I tried gathering my old hospital records years back so I could begin to study over my own case. I was informed they were destroyed, because they'd been sitting in a manila folder for 40 plus years. (After 40 years, paper records are destroyed. We didn't have digital changeover at that time.) I can't even see what actually happened to me during the first several reconstructive surgeries of my life.
Regardless, life moves on, doesn't it? We like to ignore and dismiss the children of our own nation. It's an ongoing habit.
Book updates. It may turn out to be a novella, because I cannot include certain stories that would fatten it up. I'll try and include everything I possibly can. I have no intention of dragging anyone I love and know through the dirt; I'll keep identities private and in tact. No worries there. It's proving to be another nostalgic experience, none the less. I'm not going anywhere today, and I'm not in the mood for much. So I'll be plugging away at this like a mad scientist in a dilapidated old corner building somewhere, with my coffee and my periodical exercises, because morphing into a weird pear shaped lump isn't acceptable to me. Happy Sunday! And keep fighting.
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| Down in New Orleans about two years ago. |
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