All I'm saying is take care of yourself best you know how. Do not let them interfere with that. You do not owe them any explanations-just "shut up and hand over the meds" you need.
I do not do bidness with Uncle Sugar for anything else.
And will not, ever, going forward.
At 50, they wanted to run a tube up my ass. Said: pass. The Doc at the time had been there for several years. He said, what is is your hesitation? I said, besides your hose and my ass?! He said: fair enough. He explained WHY their manual instructed it is useful and most acurate. I explained how my (Polish, Catholic, lack of birth control) family could fill MTO&E on a grunt Bn, and NO ONE ever had the ass cancer. And I'd prefer something less invasive.
He said, these are less "reliable" but you can poop on a mascara brush and send it back. I said: deal. If'n you see some cancerous stuff, by all means go spelunking in my ass. He laughed and said he'd never heard it put that way. I said: it's my ass.
He said: fair enough. I mentioned, I smoke. Off and on over the decades. He should run a tube into my lungs if he was SO concerned. He said, I'm just trying to prevent you dying. I asked if he had a way out-as far as I know-we all are dying, and gonna take that dirt nap. He says: fair enough-you don't need to rush it.
I told him I don't see it as "rushing it" I see it as "living it."
He said fair enough. And now I have a "new Doc."
LOL-fuck them.
I offer this, only as an example. It is true-but everyone is different. Do what works for you.
I do NOT want a hose up my ass and I do not want the vax-not concerned about either (as explained). I just offer this as food for thought. The Gubmint does NOT own us, after they are done with us. Nor should they.
But, seriously, take care of you-for you-as no one else will or can. I am just gonna let this one go now that I exposed my ass to the Bear Pit.