September 29

 2:40 Can't find right now but i'm sure i wrote somewhere before about this. Should have put this before what i wrote yesterday about my trip to Romania cause it occurred first. It's all a mess. Both in my mind and in reality.

On an early morning in January 12 2004, just before i went to Romania i was smoking in the balcony in the dark, they were these landscape maintenance guys making a big noise and all of a sudden i started to feel an almost unbearable pain in both my hands. I called Angela who was at work and she took me to the ER at Providence St.Vincent..

There came the doctor. A guy who looked like Dan McCafferty. Under the pretext of doing a physical examination he stretched both my sexual organs to the point i think he broke some blood vessels or even performed a crude non surgical vasectomy.

For months after that i had to wear several undies because the area was getting very cold due to poor circulation. In the same night i was taken to Woodland Park Hospital which was empty. I slept one night in there. I was the only patient in the hospital period. They were only a couple of therapists there i knew since 2002/2003 stay. One of them took me on a different area of the hospital that was empty as well except for an X-ray technician where i was asked to raise hands above head while they took an X-ray of my torso.

Soon after it was lunch time and that they gave me to eat some pasta and after that i had the most terrible episode of diarrhea of my life. The whole hospital floor was smelling for one hour like hell after that. Then they discharged me saying they do not treat medical conditions, only psychiatric

Even after i went to Romania i was cold in that area as it lasted for several month but a vague pain that at times gets worse remain to this day (love hurts) and the infections i get nowadays may be related to that because circulation getting poorer with age and the area being damaged.

3:23 However. To make a long story short. it is possible they reverted some of that damage during my stay at the Bichat hospital in Paris later that year where i checked due to intense legs pain following riding a bus for days. But that pain was sciatic in nature and got fixed after only one chiropractic manipulation back in the US i think in 2006.

There, i slept about 4 hours with an IV in my hand and i suspected they did at least a laser procedure on my eyes without telling me because i had trouble reading the next couple of days. Though i do well with glasses for reading (1.25, no prescription), to this day i never needed glasses for long distance.

That, following an encounter with then future President Sarkozy, acting as a doctor at the military hospital in Metz where i checked after i got off the bus (Atlasib) due to both leg pains and ear pains i developed during the same bus trip. From there i took the train to Paris, which was stopped on a field for about half hour when close to Paris. When i got in Paris, there was this freaky wind on the streets around Gare du Nord.

I would not lie about the purpose of my trip. I knew medical insurance was mandatory for any travel to France so i paid for one together with my ticket, thinking i would check into a hospital there for some reason so they could check me up entirely. Decent doctors and hospitals that is. I also had my Cigna insurance from the US that had some coverage for travels abroad. It was what they call nowadays a "medical tourism".

I met with him again while i was working at that gas station in Beaverton, when he came with a big black SUV to fill up and i heard him speaking French on the phone and spoke with him a little, not knowing who he was.

4:00 Though is 55 degrees outside and 72 inside, with no heating, there is a fan inside the apartment next to ours that runs at night and vibrates everything pretty badly, probably to jam the possible environmental listening further in the building.

10:15 Woke up, changed my patches which BTW, worked really well, i'm almost out of it, i get faint squeaks only from upstairs, like someone gently pressing the floor with one foot than another. Why is so different every day?

The confirmation antibiotics patches, even improvised, without "needles", work. The closer to affected area, the better. My both legs that turned almost black in some areas get whiter and whiter with now almost normal after every course of which i did several this year. Pains localized in almost all bursae areas are now finally almost gone. One or two more days and it's over. For a while until they came back with this environment with wet fiberboard floor.

I also took a very hot bath last night in the very small tub, that could work only for children, i can either fit my legs or my torso with legs on the wall in there, (LOL, i remember what Jane Fonda said each time i do this, though i can't put them behind my neck, never could), the water in the heating tank gets cold by the time they tub is filled, it's very tricky i heated before one more big pot on the stove, and my big fat belly never fits in the water, but i did it and heated up my bum and that helped a lot.

At a certain time i managed to submerge my head in the water with legs way up high on the opposite wall and i heard my heart beating though the water and i thought it sounded weird and gathered all my courage and put the stethoscope on my chest after getting out of there which i didn't in quite a while and could not hear any murmur or split sound however it was beating fast and lately i get high blood pressure because of constant squeaks upstairs that seem to follow my brainwaves. The pressure goes down almost to normal like if i stay half hour or one hour inside ER when it's almost perfect silence (except for sometimes slammed door and voiced there).

But imagine this. After 28 years and all that happened Angela still has to work 9 to 5 5 to 4 like she does today sometimes Saturdays or up to 60 hours a week like last week. But in the mean time i do my homework too.

After i wrote the above entry and my brain got in "full gear" though i'm not fully awake (diabetes) the squeaks upstairs intensify, especially when i get emotional just by remembering stuff.

I don't have any specialized software, i don't have "diddly squat", it took me a minute to save and upload the last squeaks that really got me mad, one more minute time to grab the link and put it here in which "she" took off, like they often do. Now i'm finally all alone here in this part of the building. However, mad, cause she squared me in the kitchen area when i was eating.

11:40 Yeah i went to pick some "colitas" and when i was done the short woman with the huge gray dog with white spots came while i was leaving and she put an arrogant, intrigued though pitiful face (building D), like "what i was doing" while the huge hound raised a leg and started peeing on a fence. Now i got to get back to see if she picked.

So it was him the guy who passed dressed in full military suit and saluted one of the two therapists (the blond one) while i was discharged in January 2003 after the second stay at Woodland Park. From there i was taken to Ryles Center, now closed.

1:47 While i was using my walk on the streets, a number of women with dogs doing memes of Alexa made me smile.

These flowers are supposed to be blue, right? No, it's not the camera, this is how i saw them in reality too. Could it be the 500 shades of gray of the Oregon autumn clouds? High altitude haze?

Today i saw the sign. But i had to wait until a sassy quite hot blond woman with a dog cleared the area.