4.27.2005

pissed

opinions are like assholes - everyone has one. but keep yours to yourself today, okay? i will delete any flame comments i get. i am not in the mood today.

i have a headache. it started at school and then increased when george parnham came and spoke to my class. how is it that we can communicate with one another any time we want - via cell phone, verbal speech, gestures, email, etc. and yet none of this occurred prior to june 20, 2001 in the yates' household? as a result, there are 5 tombstones with the same date of death on them in the cemetery at i-45 and nasa road one. andrea killed her kids. she is a murderer. her life is forever changed. but what if:

1. her egotistical husband had either kept it in his pants or used some kind of protection instead of insisting that they "have as many kids as God wanted them to have?" rumor has it that he had another woman on the side for kicks while he was married.

2. her egotistical husband had actually told the doctors at devereaux that she had had a prior psychotic episode and given them the name of the first doctor (who treated andrea competently) so that the two could talk?

3. the doctors and nurses treating her weren't slaves to the insurance companies, noting in her chart that she's doing better because she ate 10% of her breakfast today instead of 5%?

4. the insurance companies didn't leave the diagnosis of "postpartum depression" in the computer (which determines the length of hospital stay) instead of changing it to "psychosis" - especially since the admitting doctor said that she had never seen anyone as mentally ill as andrea?

5. andrea had never been left alone with her children - not even for an hour?

6. the texas insanity statute used different wording in order to qualify a person for such a condition, like most other states do?

i could go on and on. but i won't. i am just pissed. as someone who has been through a terrible mental illness, i find it appalling that andrea and the kids got bypassed by so many people and institutions. it makes me sick. maybe i have found my calling for the summer.

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