My girlfriend quit her job. She doesn't have the capacity to gain a new one, as easily as an ordinary individual. My primary care physician and my ophthalmologist will be given an ultimatum.

Cannabis sativa for my eyes, or, the Uninsured Employer's Fund of Virginia shells out hundreds of thousand's of dollars, for surgery, to re-align my eyeballs. The glasses that were given to me have made no difference. They are expensive glasses with thin frames, that's it.

Medicare/Medicaid must chop off half of my body. They need to get rid of this frustration I feel, everyday. They paid for the year's worth of drugs that didn't have a positive effect. I'm erasing the rest of this.

For those who are still concerned, I'm going straight to the doctors.
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