Beef with Obama's Policies and Health Facilities

Today's an emotional day for me.

First off, the President's policies suck.

My great uncle, a highly esteemed emergency room doctor, grew a ponytail for Obama. He was all for him at the start. Now? He quit his job. Obama's policies were paying him so little for his Grade-A services and loading him up with more paperwork and charity cases than he could handle, so he left.
Retired just like that.

My grandad is in a rehab center after recovering from a stroke. His second stroke.
Doctors aren't helping either. The kidney doctor can't communicate with the doctors covering dialysis(one kidney, less than 15% functionality), nor with Dr. Tan, Dr. El Shakari, or any of the others. So guess what? One doctor says put him on blood thinners for the stroke. Another says that'll only make him bleed internally. Guess what? They put him on blood thinners, he has a bleeding scare, they take him off, help him recover in the ER and then hospital, move him to a Rehab center, and now he's back on the blood thinners despite already being warned and suffering the consequences.
How stupid can a doctor be? Seriously??
If they don't take him off these bloodthinners soon and my Grandad passes away, I'm suing their f*cking shirts off.
I don't take prisoners when it comes to my own.

Mom just got off the phone with the Rehad desk lady. She called Grandad, but he couldn't even speak, so mom called the lady so she could talk with the nurse, and what does she tell us?
"The nurse is busy. She'll have to call you back later."

My Grandad could be dying, and she doesn't give a f*ck.

They'd better get their act together.
When I'm legal, I'm coming after them with a vengeance hotter than Hell.
Let the suing begin. Better start running.

Here's the thing about refs..

When you've been doing something for about seven years and you've gotten pretty darn good at it compared to the others in your circle who've been doing it for six years less, you'd humbly consider yourself their superior, right?
Not in an arrogant way, but it can't be helped that you really know your stuff.

I'm a fencer. It's what I do.
My usual Saturday consists of running a few dozen laps(or so it feels), doing their little toe-touches and butt-kicks and whatever, and then silently cheering when Audrey doesn't call me out for skipping the jump ropes, planks, and other menial agility rounds. Again, not to be arrogant, but I'm doing important work, after all.
I'm independent. I have a different coach and a different agenda.
Instead of the silly side-jumps, I'm stretching on the floor. Warding off Carpal Tunnel. Working "to the Dummy," as Coach likes to say.
I'm sucking in air while my legs shriek out in pain from the Bungie cord. It's important work. I feel like I have two hulking iron pistons for legs when I'm done, but by that time, my legs are shanking and they've only just moved on to Planks.

So how do you think I'd feel if I play my hand, but the Ref says it's a counterattack?

Coach asked why I lost the bout. I said I wasn't feeling it.
In reality, Reau was having a bad day, and my legs were still shaking from the Bungie. I took pity on her, but that didn't stop me from winning.
I gave up.
When your ref makes bad calls for your clear-as-daylight parry reposes and lines, why even try? You know no matter how spectacular your Sky Hook was, if it isn't one light, you might as well steal points off the wall.

There was no point besides the affirmation by my Coach, so I lost.

PMS is marchin' early this month..