Bestest day of decade yet! Highland Hosp/Alameda Cnty ER 'scrips!
Potlatch:
March 4 - 6, 2011
San Francisco/San Jose Bay Area
(Join it, if you like! Visit my other friends! You may like! Check it out! Or not!)
Me = blood pressure at Highland Hospital = 212/125.
Indigent financial aid process begun!
'Scrips still must turn into drugs, but only 1 = key = must be done by Friday 21st, 5 p.m., or restart all. Good!
Possible local driver drop-off help? Or will cab okay on my own! (I hope.)
All good! Old friends recontacted!
Negatives = learning =Happy happy joy joy!
Bad blog stuff = very unhappy. But can only do what I can do. Same for all of us. I understand.
More: My friend, KDP = near-perfect person.
Got to Alta Bates Hospital ER last night; got triage, prescriptions, referrals, etc.
Referred to Highland Hospital to turn those 'scriptions into new prescriptions, plus more referrals.
Visited Highland/Alameda County Hospital Center ER and same same, new prescriptions, better. All I really need for moment is Lamictal/Lamotrigine.
Must get further in financial aid process to get this and next step. To do that, must get back to Highland/Alameda between tomorrow and Friday, more likely Tuesday and Friday, due to holiday on Monday, limited hours.
If anyone can offer to drop me off: helpful, but not necessary. Someone to help walk me through = helpful, but hopefully not necessary. Am responsible for self. Always.
My non-blog, non-online day was fantastic! Yes, pain level 4-6. Joy level much more. Time trade-offs all worth it and more! Best possible scheduling done and most happy!
Except for online day = very unhappy.
Jacob: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I apologize. I apologize. I apologize.
But: much much much much much important progress on several crucial offline fronts!
How was *your* day?
Non-0bWi: Mary Kay K: I'm sorry! Meet Gary of 2011? Up to you.
Tomorrow is another day? Yes, it is! Notice? I will. Others? Up to them!
Love to all my friends: old, current, new, renewed, and those to come.
How can I help *you*?
I have an idea: start blogging on news and substance!
As soon as I reasonably can. I promise that.
Meanwhile: LETTER FROM BIRMINGHAM JAIL
April 16, 1963.
While confined here in the Birmingham city jail, I came across your recent statement calling my present activities "unwise and untimely." Seldom do I pause to answer criticism of my work and ideas. If I sought to answer all the criticisms that cross my desk, my secretaries would have little time for anything other than such correspondence in the course of the day, and I would have no time for constructive work. But since I feel that you are men of genuine good will and that your criticisms are sincerely set forth, I want to try to answer your statements in what I hope will be patient and reasonable terms.Read as much of the rest as you can, and wish to. I commend it to all. Always.
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Moreover, I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial "outside agitator" idea.
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You deplore the demonstrations taking place in Birmingham. But your statement, I am sorry to say, fails to express a similar concern for the conditions that brought about the demonstrations. I am sure that none of you would want to rest content with the superficial kind of social analysis that deals merely with effects and does not grapple with underlying causes [....] In any nonviolent campaign there are four basic steps: collection of the facts to determine whether injustices exist; negotiation; self-purification; and direct action.
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You are quite right in calling, for negotiation. Indeed, this is the very purpose of direct action. Nonviolent direct action seeks to create such a crisis and foster such a tension that a community which has constantly refused to negotiate is forced to confront the issue. It seeks to so dramatize the issue that it can no longer be ignored. My citing the creation of tension as part of the work of the nonviolent-resister may sound rather shocking. But I must confess that I am not afraid of the word "tension." I have earnestly opposed violent tension, but there is a type of constructive, nonviolent tension which is necessary for growth.
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Frankly, I have yet to engage in a direct-action campaign that was "well timed" in the view of those who have not suffered unduly from the disease of segregation. For years now I have heard the word "Wait!" It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This "Wait" has almost always meant "Never." We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that "justice too long delayed is justice denied."
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We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God-given rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jetlike speed toward gaining political independence, but we stiff creep at horse-and-buggy pace toward gaining a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging dark of segregation to say, "Wait." But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she can't go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son who is asking: "Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?"; when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "white" and "colored"; when your first name becomes "nigger," your middle name becomes "boy" (however old you are) and your last name becomes "John," and your wife and mother are never given the respected title "Mrs."; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you go forever fighting a degenerating sense of "nobodiness" then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience.
Peace.
Read The Rest Scale of LETTER FROM BIRMINGHAM JAIL, April 16, 1963, by Martin Luther King Jr.: 5 out of 5.
Rest in peace.
Meanwhile: don't mourn -- organize!
Oh, and while I'm busy, Avedon Carol is someone you should read. Always brilliant, always great links, whether you agree, disagree, or Whatever.
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