Jun 25, 2009 11:49PM
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Today is the 25th of June. It has been exactly 6 weeks since anyone from my family has emailed me. My younger brother actually contacted me by phone a little over a month ago, but nothing from anyone since then. During that conversation with my younger brother I had to try and convince him of how sick I am. I do not like to dwell on the subject, but feel almost like I have to justify myself to myself. The fact of the matter is that my heart has an ejection fraction of 15% when last measured after my 4th heart attack in 2008. That is down over the past year from 40% following a near fatal heart attack in August 2007 when the veterans administration hospital in Houston, TX saved my life but discharged me to the streets of Houston. They discharged me from the hospital and I found myself to be once again homeless, jobless, and penniless , standing on the sidewalk in front of the U.S. Vets facility at 4640 Main street. I was kicked out of the facility because of the heart attack. I called the facility manager from my cardiac care unit bed to inform her that I was in the hospital and was told "you need to find somewhere else to live" that was told to me by MS. Pierre who was the facility manager. I was not given a reason for her putting me back on the streets of Houston, only that I "need to find somewhere else to live". I later found out that I had missed three bedchecks in a row (I was in the intensive care unit at that time and didn't have access to a phone) which is why I was left on the street with my belongings packed in garbage bags. Anyhow, following several 'clerical' errors within the veterans administration, I was unable to obtain medication to help my heart. As a consequence, my heart failure worsened to where it is now. To bad that clerks actually run things at the veterans administration. I guess I must have pissed one off and they delayed my appointments (something that anyone who knows how things really work at the veterans administration hospital already knows -- do not **** off the clerk, they can put anything into your medical records anytime they want to.