HARP Program, Botox Injections, Good Night Uncle Roy

Relations,

It is best I keep this communique brief. I am outraged regarding two subjects, one of which also brings me sadness to my core.

I received a telephone from one of my sisters who lives in Georgia at approximately 0940 this morning. Sis informs me that our Uncle Roy crossed over last night. If not for my baby sis calling me, I would've eventually found out by Face Book. This reminds me of a death in our family not too long ago. I am not sure where I sit with this whole report by face book form of communications. My Sis informs me tubes were removed permitting him to move along and cross over at approximately 2300. Uncle Roy, is my Mom's baby brother and he's the last of my elders to die on this side of my family. There are no more elders. Can this be real?

I imagine my Ma, her Dad and Mom, Grandma Flossie, who died on my Mother's 13th Birthday, and all of our aunts and uncles and all of our Kin Folk are reunited in heaven. There's going to be some fried green tomatoes, fried chicken, and mashed potatoes coming up for sure. I will pass on peace and love to my cousins later on today. My goodness gracious.

Good Night Uncle Roy.

At exactly 0951, shortly upon disconnecting with my sis, I received a call marked Unavailable, and because I don't know any one by the name Unavailable, I almost didn't pick up. I usually don't, but I did though, and perhaps it would have been best I not, because this was one of our bankers wanting to speak with me about our mortgage. Sydney, my mind lights up like the fourth of July fire works down by the bay. My dear spouse and I have made attempt after attempt to speak with a professional pertaining to this very subject. We've been pushed about, handled by one and passed to another, and unable to speak with a professional who might assist us with negotiation's. All, to no avail. Now. To have a not-so-happy-person on the other end of the telephone attempt to be hoggish with me, um, well, I had to let the young lady know she'll have to have somebody else call be from Wells Fargo, not The 'Unavailable' Company. Seen.

I await the arrival of my Lil Blue Bus to take me to hospital. Today is the day I receive my final and increased dose of Botox. Injections all bout my face, neck, and shoulders. Goodness gracious Great Balls on fire. I am nervous as a kid waiting to see the principle. Whew, hell yes I am.

She-With-Many-Names and I will discuss the future with my case. We will speak of the rejection yet again for one of her order's and questions about another - all from third parties. This interference is beginning to interfere with doctor - patient team work. I still have not been able to wrap the concept around this huge skull of mine. We will have talks today about an implant.

I've got to go. I'll hear the door bell any minute. Gotta go then.