FIRST PERSON FAMILY HISTORY knowledge is POWER!

Original photograph: “LEFT, RIGHT, and The CHASAM BETWEEN”

Two blood-stained bandages are my reward for FINALLY[!!!!!!!, seven exclamation points = seven months of unnecessary suffering] GETTING QUALITY APPROPRIATE AND LONG-OVERDUE HEALTHCARE.

“Good morning”, opened my text to a thirty something beloved relative currently recently divorced from the divorced parents who jointly parented him. When we chat he always wants to know how I am doing. This was the first time I had something useful to tell him.

So, as of yesterday’s (4.1.2025) knee x-rays, verified when me and Dr. DONOHOE (orthopedic specialist)* Looked at the ultrasound, my RIGHT knee is now bone on bone. It took a greater amount of injected medicines, and less for the not-yet-completely worn out left knee, hence the larger blood coagulation in the picture post-injection. THAT’S WHY I’ve been in excruciating pain since January, 2025, 4 months after my third and most severe trip-and-fall when my eyelids locked shut (and some comedian named it “benign” Blepharospasm) just when I needed them to navigate severely cracked pavement (all too common when developers abandon buildings in DTLA emptied during the pandemic years.). I have been living in medically, morally, and ethically UNNECESSARY terror and anxiety that it was something untreatable while KNOWING…