Internet Access Here Sign (Photo credit: Steve Rhode)
Security Guards (Photo credit: meckert75)
I wasn’t able to write my blog yesterday, I had no internet access. I’m lucky I was able to get on now. I don’t know howlong it’ll last. The man who has taken over my computer got angry about something I said about him losing his hair. So he blocke all my internet access.
A sitting room in the United Kingdom. Original picture taken by Edward Govan. Image rotated, cropped and enhanced by DWaterson. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I managed to find access to one that is not locked.
Yesterday, I had to visit my Diagnostic Center and have some blood samples taken. I asked my doctor to send me to the center because I want my blood checked. The tests will tell me how much metal is in my body. I didn’t have to pay anything for the tests. It’s included in my health insurance. Thank God! I’ll let you know how my tests come out; that is, if they don’t mess with the tests and lie to me. If you can afford it, have a test for metals, because with all the things the gang stalkers do to your body, who knows what’s in there.
My experience at the Diagnostic Center was a typical day. As soon as I walked in, the security guard had his eyes on me. There was nothing I did that didn’t escape his notice. After waiting in the sitting room, my name was called. I went into the room (usually they close the door for privacy) and the woman left the door open. She was making sure “violent me” didn’t attack her. The last time I was in the center, the woman closed the door( but when I came out of the room, a woman was waiting outside to make sure I didn’t do anything violent). She took 6 vials of my blood. All the time I was in the room, she acted as if she was going to have a heart attack. After the woman took my blood, she asked me to sign a form approving the procedure. As I walked out of the room, there was the security guard and a burly worker waiting nearby. As I walked out both followed me. I turned around said to the men, “Oh, did you think I was going to do something violent? I already know how the game is played.” Both of the idiots gave me a big smile. I can’t believe how stupid these gang stalkers are. It’s amazing to me their stupidity.
As soon as I left the diagnostic center, I headed for a small food placed located in the center. I had to fast all night, so I was very hungry. The woman who took my order, spoke to me in a very “clipped” voice. You know the kind of voice people use when they don’t really want to talk to you, but they have to be polite. They use very few words, and their hatred just spews out. You know how they do it. I’m sure all of you have to deal with people like this all the time. I”m lucky I was able to get food. I’m surprised they didn’t tell me to go elsewhere, but business is business.
This is the sort of thing, if you’re new to gang stalking, that you’ll have to deal with all the time. There isn’t any place you can go that you will not be a curiosity. Everywhere you go, people will look at you as if you have two heads, and are the grossest looking human being. And they’ll all look very superior. Very superior in the sense that gang stalking is not happening to them. But the thing is, what makes them think it won’t happen to them? If it can happen to all of us, why makes them think it won’t happen to them? Life is fragile and they might find themselves in a situation where they say the wrong thing, run into the wrong person, or someone who has lots of power, and there goes their lives! So the gang stalkers shouldn’t be so smug, because life has a way of surprising us.
I was able to get back on the computer and finish my blog. I don’t remember half the things I was going to write. With all the crap I have to deal with, I’m amazed I can write my blog at all. But I think of my readers, and somehow I’m able to carry on. Somehow, thinking of all of you, I find courage. I don’t know what I would do without all of you. Thank you.
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