Wyndi Storm Piestala is frustrated as to how things keep going in her life.
Image (C) 2009, Karla Dorman.
Feb. 15, 2010, Prescott, Arizona~
Dear Journal~
If I have to see one more doctor, make one more phone call about my disability, or hear from one more collection agency regarding past payment for my daughter's funeral costs, I just might do myself in! I simply cannot take much more of this!!!!
Wyndi Storm Piestala here. I wish I could say things are better, but no, they're not, unfortunately. In a lot of way, things have only gotten worse. I am still trying to get my disability payment increased because of worsening pain/tingling/numbness in my feet, plus it's getting harder for me to get around. I also have been paying the funeral home that took care of Karla's funeral; yet they keep threatening to take my home right out from under me because "I'm not paying them", when I pay them $20.00 every month! (That is, if I have it!)
I am sick of dealing with doctors who don't know the fuck what they are talking about when it comes to my medical history. I'm also sick of dealing with doctors who don't speak English (or at least, the kind I do; I can't understand a godda** thing what they are trying to tell me!!)
Thank God I now have my friend, Rainbow Eaglefeather, helping me with all this. She used to work for a lawyer; she knows all the tricks in the book on how to get quicker aid, how to get the best lawyer for your buck, and other stuff. Before then, I was trying to do it on my own; I wasn't getting anywhere.
It was like beating a dead horse!
I am no longer living at the apartment. I was evicted. Thrown out. Couldn't afford the rent, so they kicked me out. Am now living with Rainbow and her son, Myles, who is now ten; yet he reminds me of my daughter, Karla, when she was little, so I only end up feeling more depressed.
Well, I know this is short, but I have to go to yet another damn doctor's appointment; don't want to be late. Let's see how upset they can get me today. I'm just sick of it all already! Take care; don't tell me to pray because I think God's given up on me!
Oh, God never gives up on a challenge! And He is well able to cope - yes, even DEMANDS our honesty, so all this aggro will be more than absorbed by his wide-open arms. I can really feel this, though I could never know how it must feel firstly to lose a child, then secondly be taken to the cleaners by the funeral parlor who has bled me in my grief. Yet I look forward to things improving greatly for Wendy now that she has been provided with (!!) the AMAZING and timely friendship and loving care AND EXPERT HELP of Rainbow. Rant on, Wendy, and may it relieve the pain in your feet and channel it away to the ghastly pallbearers!! Searingly honest... brutally painful but tellin it like it is as always, Miss Karen. Write on! xx
Dear Karen Lynn, This is a sad story; unfortunately this kind of story happens everywhere. I don't know how the old generation could do without so many doctors. Love Emile
