I'm ah difficult old crotchety ass patient! I know that shit! I hate goin tah thah doctor! Hate that shit! Anxiety shootin through thah roof like ah muh fuckah! God damn! But my wife is goin tah kill me if I don't do somethin about my anxiety and depression! So, fuck it! Gots tah play thah grateful soul while gettin that 90 day at ah time year fix, so wifey won't murder ah niggah! And my old Black ass would definitely undahstand and shit! I don't think she'd stab my ass tah death. She ain't like that. Fuck up too much of thah carpet! But she'd shoot my old broke Black ass! Oh, yes she would! End thah shit fast without too much mess! She's practical like that! Good Lawd! But, right thah fuck on! So I've learned tah kind of chill with that ill ass UNcivilized old personal shit! CaUSe even US' loved spoUSes are on thah fuck edge! So, my Black ass needs an increase in my mental med! Fuck it! Anyway...
So, an old niggah was gettin his mental hookup for Fluoxetine and shit! Increased thah shit tah 40mg daily. Cool. Then this muh fuckin doctah wants tah asks an old niggah,
"Meredith. Why don't we have any lab work or blood tests on you?"
'I don't do lab work or any blood tests. I'm not paying for lab results that others are utilizing, benefitting... and not paying me for those vital Human figures.'
"Interesting...well, Meredith. Your prescription will be ready for you at your pharmacy we have on file. And please make a follow-up appointment with me in three weeks. If any problems arise before then, please come back and see me. Good talking to you."
'You too. We cool?'
"Yes. We are cool. See you next time...".
'Thank you.'...
(Peace! More to come...)
