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8.09.2012

GWDF2 Day 1: Blood tests, symptoms suggest possible anemia

Unity Health Care in DC - from God, from what I've seen so far.  If I lived long enough I'd possibly find time to do some research and found out where in Heaven they came from.  Whether or not you have money is pretty irrelevant, tho I have Medicaid.  Doesn't matter to them.  They just treat.  Most of my adulthood I was among the most affluent care.  None are more kind, more professional, more thorough than much of what I've seen at Unity for we indigent.

Med Trucks, Doc on board, do outreach to we homeless, which is how I connected, probably 4 years ago or so, a variety of issues.

About two-three weeks before the first death fast I felt so ill - stomach, bowel, restless legs at night, for so many weeks, months, that I went to see the doc on the truck, a young woman, Georgetown grad, that I've gotten to know.  Smart, kind, respectful, thoughtful, understanding, accepting....  Stunning Heart.  An Angel.  She wanted to do blood work, said it could turn up something that would be inexpensive to treat (my constraint, morally) so I said, 'sure.'  I got the blood work done, but totally unexpected, and to my delight, the 1st Death Fast crystallized in my mind, just hours before I'd have gone to learn the results, so I never did learn them.

"Doc Cardile wants to see you," nurse Penny admonished me when I saw her at one of the homeless Med Truck places last week as I was passing by.

This morning I saw the doc.  She's doing more blood work now.  I'm feeling fairly ill again, starting about a week ago.  My blood tests thus far are registering anemia and she is testing to diagnose why.

Day 1 of the death fast is usually pretty easy.  Between the heat, and whatever is wrong with my body, not so easy this time.  Not so easy with the Indigenous Canadians dying one after another from the denied pollution from the tar sands; not too easy for Maldives watching their nation slowly, not so slowly, disappear below the waves of our US apathy, greed, lusts, and international treaty obstruction.

I'm a Bangladeshi.  I'll not leave my post.

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