so here I am-again!

Sickness

I was in California for Christmas, came home on December 29, and was in the hospital for five days with Covid 19.  I came home and subsequently fell ill with Covid 20[-36, which are gradually subsiding.I may feel human again some time soon.

So I went to the cardiologist for my annual check-up, which I passed with flying colors.   I went to the front door and attempted to open it and leave, but all my strength deserted me and I got caught in the door and couldn't get out. Went home and found out I couldn't move so I called the ambulance corps.  When they arrived they took one look at me and decided I was having a stroke.  Got to the hospital and the personnel there decided I was having a stroke. They immediately administrated clot busters and averted a stroke.  Saved my life!

A few days later I got a serious stomachache and returned to the hospital.  Another three days, and finally got diagnosed and released. 

A few days later I did a couple of errands and felt ill again.  Managed a nightmare ride home but could not get out of the car when I arrived. I called my daughter who called the ambulance again and took another trip to the hospital.  This time no-one could figure out what was going on.  Home again.

I am getting very tired of the hospital and scared to get in the car again.

So this has been my 2023 and now it's March.

 

Maryland is out to get me.

 there are two languages in use in Maryland.  One is English, as used by Thomas Jefferson.  The other is pure bureaucratese, as used by Maryland officialdom.  I got a letter from the latter regarding my property assessment.  It says something.  I can't figure out what.  They either can reassess my property value, or maybe not.  The language is so convoluted I can't figure out what they are trying to say.

I think I figured it out.  They want more money.  They always do.

I have in my drawer five(5)Kindles. None of them work. Neither does the last one I bought.

 In a triumph of hope over experience I ordered my sixth Kindle.  None of them worked very well, but the new acquisition does not work at all.  So now I have six Kindles, none of them good for anything.   Would Amazon accept them in exchange for something useful?  That's not how capitalism works, Virginia.

So now I must choose other sources to satisfy my need for something, anything, to read.  The local library is too far uphill for me to use while breathing.  Barnes & Noble sometimes has something I haven't read. My best source, however, is the local Good Will.  I have found some good books there, along with lots of dreck.

A court case as complex as Jarndyce vs Jarndyce

 I started it all by moving to Maryland, but that is a tale for another day.  Covid had taken over the entire economy and no-one could do anything. When the smoke of battle cleared temporarily some normal activities tentatively were resumed,  but only on a conditional basis, I needed  to change my drivers license from Delaware to Maryland.  I looked at the website for the Maryland Motor vehicle Department and gathered together what I thought were the necessary documents to make this change.  I was wrong.  My Medicare card was not the proper substitute for my Social Security card.  So back to square one.

After a bout or two of anemia and a couple of blood transfusions, I assembled the paperwork again, with the addition of a report from my eye doctor, and reported back to the DMV.  All my paperwork was impeccable this time.  But when my application was submitted, a couple of other states had problems with me, and a mystifying letter was handed to me.  I had to clear myself with two states, New Jersey and Delaware.

We moved out of New Jersey in 2004, and I didn't  remember murdering anyone in the state.  So I turned to my State Senator.  He and his staff made no progress with the various agencies either.  I decided to let the matter rest for a while.  Meanwhile Delaware sent me a letter with a form for my doctor to fill out.  It was filled out and returned.  This was  in 2020.

Next the Delaware DMV sent another letter, but to my Delaware address and the post office returned it, though I had filed a change of address form.  This letter stated that if I did not have my doctor fill out this form, my license would be suspended.  I didn't, so they suspended my license. Without my knowledge.

Next in this series of unfortunate incidents, I had a fender bender.  The police were called. and checked my drlvers lilcense, and discovered it had been suspended.  They gave me a ticket which required a court appearance.  Not over the fender bender, but for a suspended license.  My insurance settled the claim about the accident so this was no longer an issue.

 

I started  trying to call everyone in Delaware and New Jersey who could shed light on this matter. Finally, someone called George from Delaware called me one evening. He was  able to track down what had happened.  He sent me the medical form and I had it filled out by my current medical person, who happened to be a nurse practitioner. He faxed it to Delaware.  I called to find out whether they had received the form.  They had, but it did not meet their requirements, as they wanted it to be filled out by a real doctor.  

 

So here I am, ready to be dragged to jail as a dangerous criminal.   And I can't   drive anywhere. They will have to come get me.. 

This is why I  started a GoFundMe drive.  I was fortunate in getting an attorney, but I doubt I will live long enough to see this affair settled.

My Go Fund Me page

is here.https://www.gofundme.com/f/need-to-raise-funds-for-legal-fees?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1

An urgent plea

I want to appeal to my readers, who are in some ways the only friends I have.They have stood by me through thick and thin, so I feel closer to them in many ways than to those I see every day.  I have been going through a bad patch recently. Unexpected expenses. Uneven health, with recurring episodes of illness. The loss of dear friends. Inability to find an artistic community to join, or even someone to have lunch with.

 

A comedian once said that he felt that the world was a tuxedo and he was a pair of brown shoes.  I can understand that feeling.

So--things have not been going well.  But something new has gotten to me, and I don't know what to do.  I went to the doctor today.  As I was leaving the parking lot, I backed into someone's car.  To make a long story short, the woman whose car I hit insisted on calling the police.  

But wait, there's more.  I didn't have my insurance card in the car--which never happens, but it did.   The policeman traced my Delaware license and the motor vehicle people there told him that my license had been suspended.  I think this was a bureaucratic error, but I can't prove it.  Now I don't know what to do.  Should I get a lawyer? In Maryland, or Delaware?  How can I fight this? I don't know.  This is where I need advice.  What should I do?

Please tell me your best thinking about this.  I would appreciate it. I appreciate you.