I wish to remind people of something. I’m not “Clinton”. There was a MALE GANGSTER who wanted to be more important than me in the 1970s and USE ME along with people from Firebaugh, CA. I witnessed “Germans” tell him no as well as yes. I may have ended up in all kinds of places I was not supposed to be in, mislabeled and misused very much.
Some people avoid going to a hospital very much. I got scared of them in my youth myself because bad things happened including shootings. Yes, I said this. I almost got assassinated in a hospital once(maybe more than once). Turned out when a Mexican mafia hitman ran in gun drawn in they saw me and said, “No, not that one.” I don’t recall all that happened. I may have blacked out. I may have been there sick and someone else had shown up to mess with me. I don’t recall if it was that time or another BULLETS FLEW in the ER. It is not a joke. I remember all kinds of scrambling and yelling. I obviously was NOT THE TARGET, I’m still alive to write about it. If I got shot in cross fire at shootouts(even far from a hospital), I don’t remember. May have happened when I was young.
Wish to remind people I may have stood in for some people in the 1970s… I was NOT the actual gang person or people making phone calls, passing drugs or money around making deals or threatening them.
Anyway, I wanted to relate actually something different. “How hospital minded am I?” Honestly, there have been times in my life I wanted to move in as a resident patient there appeared to be so many things going wrong with my body, and I felt sick really badly also. Yep, just move in for a few months and have doctors fix things. Oddly, it may have actually happened more than once. They may have fixed some things and kept me in a coma. I actually had gotten really broken in the 1970s, could not stand up or sit straight, forget about walking straight. HOW??? Looks like I stood in for the wrong people and it angered some tough people. They sent a message back and that was me all injured, not mrdrd though. I appreciate that. There were times I wanted to be dead, however I was driven by the future and my concerns for it for anyone I cared about on planet Earth. Even kidnapped, I had met people worth saving. Lots of them. If I could help, I wanted to try to. Adult minded as a child? Yeah, I got there. I’m not certain people planned for it. After this long winded paragraph, I want to relate… I still have a small feeling in my spirit about moving into a hospital and letting people fix me over a long period of time. I just feel about it, not begging. I want people to know I do sense how “not right” my body is.
My body is NOT RIGHT. It’s internal. Please remember this about me. You may think I look okay on the outside. I have MANY REPAIRS on the inside and some permanent damage is still not healed right for “mafia work”. I’m actually FULL TIME SICK if you knew my body. Means I’m not only SOLD OUT… I’m a real SICK OUT. Too ill to be an effective mafia person in person. And that was my highest clout position. Just standing in like a “mafia actress” since I didn’t have a REAL HUSBAND. I needed to be legally married at minimum to interact properly with mafia long term.
Real mafia has standards. I’m a real crippled person to them, badly crippled looking person to them. That’s likely why they don’t want me used.