This is some of my typed journaling I did when I lived in Fort Worth. I 
still can not figure out who was doing the stalking. There were too many 
people involved and too many possibiities. However, you need to read this
to see how my mind was working...lots of difficulty staying focused. 
I am glad I kept this. It's long. I kept most of it in the original form
but moved one sentence because it was in the wrong paragraph but kept the
thoughts as they were typed back then...switching from one thought to another. 
There may be a few mispelled words since I kept this it it's original form.
You will learn something here. Besides the brain injury and the seizures,
I was also stalked for 7 years.
Believe it or not, this was a letter I sent to Social Security. Several 
months later, they scheduled a hearing for me however to this date that
has never taken place. I showed up with my appointment letter in hand and
a stack of medical records. I waited over 3 hours only to learn the worker
had gone home and it was closing time. The appointment was NEVER 
rescheduled.
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I removed my name and address from here. What is in parenthesis is my
added notes to emphasise what was said and bring you up to date.

Fort Worth

February 2, 1995

 

Department of Health and Human Services

Social Security Administration

Office of Hearings and Appeals

 
To Whom It May Concern:

Social Security made a mistake in my monthly disability checks. I guess 
that’s what the error was when I was sent $772.00 instead of $412.00 
in December 1994. There was an error for ’91, ’92, and ’93. That was 
great to get the extra money, but it was not near enough to pay for 
the expenses I had to pay for because of losing Medicaid.

If I had a private insurance policy that was paying for illnesses in 
November and the illnesses continued the following, month, the company 
would still pay even though I was not still a client. Example: I was 
in a car wreck in Dec. of 1988. My Michigan no fault insurance paid for 
my care for three years. That was the length of time they were supposedly
responsible for. After a few short months, they dropped me as a customer. 
They claimed if I were in another wreck and received another head injuries 
it could be worse. They were right about one thing. Head injuries do 
build upon head injuries.  

I received a concussion while a patient at Richland Hospital on Glenview
in Richland Hills 1992. I was sent home in a taxi because my legs would 
not support me long and I could not drive. My doctor, Eunmee Sohn, said 
she could not chart that even though it was the truth. Some of the patients
(including me) had gone on an outing to the movie. There was a minor van 
accident in which the 3 women in the back seat each received a concussion.
Due to my pre-existing condition, I have suffered longer. I have a copy of
the Cat Scan that was done. The driver went home without reporting the 
incident. Being a nurse and having problems staying awake and standing, 
I reported the incident.
 
Medicare and Medicaid have been paying for the care that has resulted from
that accident.

Really, somebody should sue the hospital.

In my case, I received a brain injury in 1988. Since the concussion of ’92, 
I have started having seizures. They were petit mal seizures, which sometimes
were series of seizures causing me to talk and act like I was drugged or 
drunk. I do not drink nor have I ever done drugs. Since Medicaid was dropped, 
I have started having grand-mal seizures from the stress of stalkers, harassers, 
vandalizers, and having to appeal so many times for Food Stamps, and having 
to appeal for Medicaid. I cannot handle all these medical bills. The barium 
enema in Dec was the result of an illness that started in Nov. and continued
into Jan.

I need new glasses because my vision is weaker and I am losing some of my 
night vision. I cannot see fluorescent objects at night. I have to look 
through the middle lenses of my trifocals to see. That is very small lenses
to use to look at distant objects. My vision in the distant lenses is blurred.

My daughter was paying my bills but now they are my responsibility. Besides 
house bills, I renewed my nursing license because I don’t know when or if I 
will be able to nurse again.

That cost plus I had to take CEU’s to renew. CEU’s cost. My driver’s license
has expired in Dec. ’94. I need to renew it even though I cannot drive presently.
That cost. It is difficult to take care of my home, keep track of my bills, etc,
and have grand-mal seizures that interrupt my day. I spend much of the day in 
the emergency room (averaging 2-3 times a week). Some days I spend much of my 
time sleeping because of petit-mal seizures that may be narcolepsy. Turned out
I am Dilantin Toxic. I guarantee that fogs your mind.

I became Dilantin toxic as of Jan. 29, 1995. I had been having the symptoms
of being poisoned. Since I have been stalked, harassed, and vandalized, I was 
afraid these people were poisoning my drinks. My vandalizers had acquired keys.
The police told me to quit drinking from open containers and change my locks
(that gets expensive). That is paranoia from so much stress and many people 
(legal and medical) not wanting to believe me or even help. They assume and
make asses of themselves and misdiagnose me or mismedicate me. Dr. Harold 
Eudaly did that. My daughter and I fired him. He gave me medicine that made 
me speed, medicine that gave me amnesia, and medicine that made me groggy 
and sleepy. He told my daughter “Your mother has a brain injury and I can’t
help her anyway. If you want to talk to me, come to her regularly scheduled
appointment.” How tacky! My daughter can’t take off work that easily. You 
paid for Dr. Eudaly’s visits. The last prescription I brought back to him 
and I had taken only 1 tablet. Wasted my money. That prescription cost me to
have to pay for other medicine because Medicaid only pays for 3 meds. (By the 
way, when I was taken off Felbatol, which cost over $86.00, I had to pay for
the Dilantin).

I can’t keep spending my money buying medicine I can’t take and changing 
locks. These people managed to get keys to my house, my gate locks, my car, 
and my garage locks. Gas was siphoned from my car. You need a key to do that.
My computer was damaged to the tune of $517.24. There was other damage done 
to my home. My insurance company took care of some of it. My 25 automatic gun
was stolen from my garage. I got real depressed from the Medicaid business, 
stalking, etc. (mostly nobody wanting to help) that I took my gun apart and
threw it in my garage. I didn’t want it in the house with the way I was 
feeling. I was scared. Had I wanted to kill myself I would not have done that.
The floor in my garage is dirt. A policeman saw the footprint in the dirt 
by the light switch but would not plaster cast it because a homicide had not
been committed, yet. He said this is property. Wrong! My life is being 
threatened by causing stress that is causing life-threatening seizures. 
That is a slow death. I could stroke out. What will it take to get help to
fingerprint some things and protect me?

When my gun was stolen, an empty 1/5 bottle of McCormick’s Vodka was left. 
A few days later, an empty Busch beer can was left on things my son has 
stored in my garage. My ex boyfriend drinks these brands. However, it has 
been so long since we broke up, I believe someone is framing him. I believe
he was the one who first broke into my home because he may be back into 
narcotics.  Instead of staying at Danny’s, it was easier for him to hide 
things. There have been tale tale signs but nobody seems to care. I still 
have the bottle and the beer can among other things. I am not paranoid.

What has all this got to do with Medicaid? I am under a lot of stress and
have no advocate. I can’t keep fighting Medicaid and Food Stamps and 
irresponsible doctors. Continually talking and writing about my problems 
causes stress which causes seizures. You are killing me.

I had an appointment for a man to come to my home for an interview for my
appeal concerning Food Stamps. I had to reschedule because I had NOT received
the original notice. That was his conclusion because I was unprepared, 
forgot he was due, and apparently had a foggy brain that day.

MHMR sent me several communications I never received. Some of my mail was
found at DFW Airport opened and on the floor. Mail I have sent was never
received by the other party. My mail has been intercepted and tampered with. 
I reported that to the Postal Inspector.

Supposedly I received a 2.8% cost of living increase for Social Security 
but SSI went down $14.00 (from $54.00 to $40.00) and Food Stamps went down 
$8.00 (from $83.00 to $76.00 but now down to $72.00). I will get $11.00.  
What kind of increase did I end up with, 2.8%? No! I ended up with a $60.00
decrease. Figure that!

Our system needs revision, primarily caring, concerned, educated people. 
Instead, when I call everybody, I am told “I can’t help you, call this number.”
“Nobody is going to help you with that attitude.” You better pray you are never
a patient of mine and get upset rightfully so. I may tell you get another nurse,
shut up; I can’t help you, call this number. A nurse is supposed to find out 
why you are upset and allow you your feelings if they are appropriate. Would 
you not say my being upset and/or angry are not appropriate emotions in this 
case?

Had I earned the extra money I received in Dec., appealed, and still got 
Medicaid back. I could have worked and earned over $975.00 and qualified for
at least $1.00 in SSI which would qualify me for Medicaid. Isn’t that 
discrimination under the Americans With Disabilities Act 1992? I cannot work
at the present so I get less benefits and less money?

There is a clause that states if you quit receiving SSI, you could quit 
receiving Medicaid. That implies you may still keep it. You have a legal 
“loophole,” you did not work to earn the money; but, there are several 
“loopholes” for the recipient. I can show them to you. How fair are you?

I’ve enjoyed my benefits but I am tired of a full time job of trying to keep 
them. Too damn much stress. That is not an inspiration to get out and work. 
I can not work now. You keep us in a catch 22 position. You are killing not
helping me.

Originally, Social Security told me my injury would not last over 12 months 
but it had already lasted well over that. I was told I could go back to my 
normal job of secretary. Number one, I was a nurse, not a secretary. How 
well were my records read or were they? Number two, I had restrictions where
I was not supposed to do repetitious use of my right hand and arm preventing
me from being a secretary had I been one. I still cannot sit and stand only.
I have to be up and down, able to move around on the job. Presently, I cannot
drive and I am having too many seizures to work at any job. I can’t be 
retrained by TRC because I cannot work yet. 

Why should we have to hire an attorney and lose 25% of our benefits? Shall 
I take that on with an attorney? I have all my paperwork for that in my files.
The way I figure it, Social Security really owes me thousands of dollars. 

What was the monthly shortage? If I was due $426 for ’91, ’92, and ‘93, that
is $12,92 difference and adds up to $465.12 not $310.00. I figure Social 
Security owes me more money plus my attorney fees for my large lump sum 
payment because Social Security apparently did not read my file.

Back to the Food Stamp business. I received more Food Stamps when I worked 
part time. Why do I get less when I am not working at all? Because I did 
not remember the appointment, I was not prepared. I had not been home long
due to taking the bus to tend to other matters. I was tired and stressed.
(One day I took the bus but ended up on the East side of town and had to 
take a taxi to get to my appointment. I am not always alert as I may appear
and I don’t know the transit system yet.) My daughter had been paying my 
bills with my money by way of a power of attorney, which was not filed 
in court. My medical condition in 1992 mandated this as a gentlemen’s 
agreement. My daughter threw away all my paperwork. She said I could find
it at the dump. (Do not assume I did something to cause this reaction. 
There are irresponsible doctors involved here to cause so much misunder-
standing.) I don’t have a phone to call the utility companies to get copies.
It takes money to use the phone. I have to walk to the Fina station across 
I-30 to use a pay phone. I am not always alert as I need to be (meaning 
a foggy mind because of the seizures; my OQ is 128. That is an increase 
from '89 after the car wreck and still shy of the 130 I was before it.)

My children are stressed out by my stressors and theirs. I get very 
irritable. I get drowsy. I get forgetful. Some days I don’t remember if
I ate or not and usually I didn’t. This is due to the seizures and the 
Dilantin toxicity. My CBC lab work is okay.

Tell me, how can a doctor dismiss you as a patient after getting you Dilantin
toxic? Dr. William Gulledge did as of a letter I received today. Not only 
that, he had me on 500 mg Dilantin a day. He decreased it to 400 mg a day. 
Even though I was having tingling lips and tongue. My left arm and hand were 
and are going to sleep. On 400 mg a day I became toxic yet he wants me to keep 
taking the same dosage that got me toxic!?

The emergency room doctor told me 300 mg a day is all my size person should
be taking. I was off Dilantin form Sunday night to Wednesday morning. 
After I took the morning dose of 200 mg as I was supposed to on Wednesday, 
I seizured. I was very lethargic I was told. Praise God the neighbor four 
doors down let me use the phone of the person he is staying with (she/he 
was not home). All my other neighbors work. I knew I was too sick to walk
across highway 30 bridge (about 2 ½ blocks to 3 blocks) to the Fina station
to use a pay phone. And the phone co. turned my phone off!?

When this man from the Food Stamp office was here, I did not ask to have 
the hearing anyway. I remember saying I don’t know when I will have a good
day or a bad day and I would have to have the money to take a bus and make 
transfers. I remember very little about the visit. I know I told about my 
house insurance and car insurance. My gas bill is over $120.00 but I didn’t 
know where it was. I received my electric bill after this visit. It is over 
$120.00 also because it is for 2 months. I did not get it in the rears, 
my daughter did.

I forgot he was coming. It wouldn’t have made any difference for the foggy 
frame of mind my brain was in. I told him my daughter threw away all my paper
work. She did pay off my house. I don’t remember when or if it was reported. 
I know I told MHMR In Home Family Support. They paid for siding and windows 
for my home, which will cut back on my utilities because now I have insulation.

I am making plans to stay with a friend for a refuge and safety from the 
stalkers. My body needs a rest from all this stress. I repeat things I’ve 
told over and over. I forget too quickly. Stress management won’t get rid of 
the stalkers, etc. Rest is what my body needs.

The stalkers do exist. How can I have so many unpublished telephone numbers 
yet they keep getting them? One time a man was calling me all hours of the 
day and night. My main number and my personal ring number was changed. He 
had been calling me on both numbers. Only my children, my attorney, and one 
girlfriend had those numbers. This man called me at 4:15 the next morning.
How? A man called me and told me “We don’t care what you have on your phone.” 
A woman called me (this ex drives her car but said she does not exist, ha), 
said she didn’t know how she got me like she knew who I was. First names were 
exchanged. I did star 69 and she had me blocked. She had to know my 
unpublished number to block me. I did not call her. She called me.

I received a call from info. line phone behind locked doors and a security 
system. Explain. There were more calls hard to explain. Why would somebody 
accidentally get me by calling themselves? My number at that time was one 
digit off from Country Day School. I was told by the police and the phone 
co. someone accidentally got me. Explain, because the calls came from the 
Country Day School. There is so much more I could write a book.

I received bogus applications while working as an apartment locator for 
the Dallas market but working in Hurst. The other lady took this application.
The name was Angelica Jarimillo and Ifrian Cervantes. She does not speak 
English good enough to have made the call and didn’t. The phone number given
was that of a black lady in Oakcliff. Angelica lives in Euless. Her and her 
husband are separated and he lives in Laredo. Jarimillo, her maiden name is 
the same as my ex-boyfriend’s girlfriend in Albuquerque whom he abandoned me 
for when we visited his other Thanksgiving of 1993. Donna still owed him money 
but they spent the whole day together in my car. She has three illegitimate 
children by a boyfriend they supposedly spent the day with and his other 
girlfriend? Two months later a car showed up in Fort Worth that was a title 
transfer from Fae Ford in Albuquerque to Juley Samuelson in Fort Worth. 
This ex is driving that car, claiming she does not exist, then he claimed 
he purchased her car. It is an ’85 white Plymouth Turissmo license plate
MPH 50R. He moved in with this Juley and her sister or mother, Diana C/Ingrid 
Samuelson 3712 River Birch, Fort Worth, Texas 76137. Fae Ford no longer has
a listing in Albuquerque but there is a new listing for a Fae Ford in Plano, 
Texas. Care to figure what is going on? Narcotics maybe? Conning maybe? 
Nobody wants to investigate. And I am caught in the middle.

I called Oscar Salinas, a parole officer whose business card was in this 
ex’s possession. Oscar met with me because a man called him a few days prior 
pretending to be a black man named Brooks Barclay. “He” stated he had “fucked 
up his life” and was in a mess he didn’t want to be in. Oscar also wanted to 
know how I got his non-published home number. (There is California Social 
Security number and car license number on it. I’ve seen this car at Texas 
Billiards where Michael frequents. Kyle, the bartender is one of his friends.) 
Oscar knew who had to have given the card to Michael. Conclusion, he may have
been the Michael Ray Jones born Nov 1952 who had been picked up for 
possession of Marijuana. Michael Richard Jones was born Nov 13, 1951 in 
South Bend, Indiana. He has lived all over the states, Mexico, and the Islands.
He grew and sold Marijuana to the tune of at least $20,000.00 a year. He 
and Danny Poindexter have done every kind of drug out there. Supposedly he 
had been clean for 6 years when I met him in March 1993. Danny went through a 
rehab. Clinic. Danny’s fiancé, Sabrina Peterson supposedly still occasionally 
smokes “pot.” I know Dean, one of Danny’s workers for siding jobs does. I have
seen him. He and friends and relatives smoke at motor cross races. I’ve been
there.

Michael refused a drag but let them pass the “cigarette” across my lap and
my new clothes. I refused and this guy couldn’t believe I have never done 
any kind of drugs and I was Michael’s girlfriend! I also refused alcohol. 
That also surprised him. We visited his old “drug” buddies. Many are getting
on with their lives, but Donna Jarimillo is still having “troubles.” Her name
will come up concerning a bogus app. at work. Read on! I have this guy’s 
address (George).

Michael and I took a vacation together and he almost drowned me. With all 
that’s been happening I believe he may really have had that in mind. Seawater 
is no fun to cough up. I’ve had a lot of illnesses since.

Supposedly his ex-fiancé (Dianne Denman) in Florida has MS but I question 
that. I think she is playing mind games with him or they have a code. She 
doesn’t want him back but they still write lover letters. She and her dad 
called off the marriage because of his drinking. (He is an alcoholic. I did 
not know that. See why I split up with him?)  Her handwriting and speech are 
too good for some one with MS. She supposedly is a paralegal in Florida. We 
have talked because I called her when I saved Michael’s life when he seizured 
in my hallway. I took him in for a few months and drove him to work. I should 
have not let him come back when the police kicked him out. (The alcohol ruins 
all the good that is there.) He did not pay rent or on any of the bills but 
ran up high phone bills that have yet to be paid. My services have been 
terminated. 

My husband’s death was job related but the lawsuits fell through including 
the appeal and the attempt to sue the attorneys for malpractice. I had a 
legal malpractice suit because they filed against the wrong party. My stepson 
inherited the medical bills of with (which) the insurance money was not half 
enough to pay the bills. According to the attorney, the bills were not being 
paid. Timing and dated dictate that my stalkers, etc. may be my stepson and his 
wife/or friends taking advantage of the situation with my ex-boyfriend.

Several of my journaling have been stolen and my computer was accessed before 
being damaged to the tune of $517.24.

I cannot keep talking about my illness because it gives me a severe headache 
that can cause a seizure. My ears ring all the time from the wreck of ’88 but 
all this talk makes them ring so loud I have difficulty concentrating and 
formulating my thoughts. Praise God for word processors and check spelling.

I tell you all of this because I can’t keep appealing on my own. I have a 
good mind to hire an attorney to sue the government. My children were never 
brought into my rehab. care so they don’t understand what I have been going 
through nor to what extinct damages were done. My daughter had been paying 
my bills but not on a regular basis. I guess she juggled them. Then, also 
having someone else run my bills up cost me money I don’t have.

Somebody added a 2 resident line on my service. I didn’t. That would account
for hearing someone pick up a phone and listen in on my conversations. My 
friends hear it too. A repairman told me it has to be being done at the time 
the line is being checked to determine it. I don’t know if that service had 
been added when my line was check to see if someone was illegally using service
(like moved into a house and the phones worked but the service was not 
registered). Somebody added call forwarding busy no ring service to my service. 
I did not. I am not paranoid. Check my phone bills. I can’t pay for something
someone else is doing fraudulently. The phone company said go to the police. 
The police said go to the phone company. Who do I go to? Why can’t somebody 
help me? You will continually be paying for emergency room visits as long as 
this stress goes on. Will it eventually kill me?

My family physician, Dr. Peter Damico, has not been treating me. Emergency 
room doctors have done most of my care. On Dec. 20, 1994 I called his office 
with complaints of dizziness and when I blew my nose I felt faint. His nurse 
asked me if I was seeing a psychiatrist. I told her what made her think I need 
to see a psychiatrist. She said the reason was very obvious. She said she would 
talk to the doctor and see if he would send me out an anti-biotic for my upper 
respiratory infection. I had diarrhea from the second week in November until 
the first week in January. It was after almost 5 weeks before the doctor 
ordered a barium enema (Dec. 14th when Medicaid was no longer in service).
He had not ordered any medicine yet for my bronchitis, sinusitis, and 
eventually laryngitis and hoarseness. He said I had diverticulitis. A barium
enema cannot give that diagnosis and you have to have diverticulum to have 
diverticulitis, I don’t.

The emergency room doctor told me I had irritable bowel syndrome...sure for 
diarrhea going on so long without being treated. The medicine the doctor did 
prescribe after 6 weeks caused me to seizure. I had to get other medicine. 
$$$ Now, after talking to the nurse, I called 911. When the ambulance got here, 
my blood pressure was 200/130. I am glad I did not do what the nurse wanted me 
to do which was nothing but call a psychiatrist.

Closed head injury people are prejudged as mentally ill, paranoid, retarded,
misfits, liars, ignorant, drunk, or dopers. Why? Where are the medical 
professionals who have patience, compassion, understanding and caring for us?

One time at All St’s emergency room, I called my children to ask if they 
could bring me home. I went by ambulance to the hospital. I was told to call
a taxi if it only cost $9.00. It would cost them to drive from Arlington to 
bring me home in Fort Worth. When I hung the phone up, I cried hysterically 
because that hurt terribly. A nurse told me to quit crying. I had their phone 
and had just made a phone call. Why couldn’t she find out why I was crying?  
I told her and she still told me to shut up. You tell me who is sick?

The next day my children came over wanting me to sell my home and possessions
and give up my pets and move into a retirement center. I was told if I refused
they would have me committed to a mental institution. I was also told I would 
have to pay my daughter’s attorney out of my estate. Supposedly she had 
guardianship papers drawn up. Wrong. I was never served papers to get an 
evaluation but my daughter spoke to the police when they came. I called them 
because I was being attacked by my children and I was defenseless. (read 
further where my daughter physically attacked me). They had me sent to 
John Peter Smith Hospital for a psychiatric evaluation. I was confused 
because I had seizured the day before and felt weird when I got up that 
morning and called my daughter so I agreed when asked if that was what I 
wanted to do. I wanted to go for medical reasons because of how I felt. I 
passed the evaluation. (that was also videoed)

Instead of help and a family counsel to try to solve the tension that had 
been building (my son took advantage of me) I was told what they wanted me to
do. My dog has been a lifesaver for me. I now finally have a place of my own. 
Why should I make a hasty decision and give it all up?

My daughter got abusive with me. She grabbed both my arms and pinned me 
against the wall and threw me on the bed (the hide-a-bed was open) and 
repeated the sequence. That is a matter of medical report. She left imprints 
on my arms that you could feel and days later I had bruises. She is stressed.
My daughter did not mean to hurt me nor lose her temper, I hope. My son was 
passive and went along for the ride.

I spoke with an attorney and she suggested that what I need is refuge; a 
place to stay until I can get my health stabilized. I needed that when I 
was first head injured but I never got it. Stress management and job training 
were ordered but I’ve never received that. The idea was not to make a snap 
judgment and sell my home, etc. but to get my health in order first. That 
is what I told my children. I was making plans they did not know about. 
I would agree to a place like where I worked for a short while, Meadowbrook
of Arlington or something similar where I could bring my parakeet and my dog. 

My dog has a symbiotic relationship with me because it has been her and
me all day and night since shortly after I got her. I got so depressed at 
one time, had it not been for my dog, I may have committed suicide. I have 
fought those thoughts before. I am a Christian and don’t want to kill myself, 
however, I believe a head injured person may be capable of doing so 
unintentionally if stressed enough. That is why I put my gun in the garage. 
Only the police, my son’s girlfriend, and my children knew it was there, 
unless whoever left the Vodka bottle saw it and stole it. (I later found out
that the police had found it and confiscated it, gave it to my son and I
eventually got it back only for it to be stolen for real.)

A social worker came over but she is allergic to dogs and could not tolerate
being around my dog. Italian Greyhounds usually don’t disturb allergies. So
many bazaar things have been happening in my life, this lady could not handle
it. She said she would leave and think about everything and get back with me.
Well, I don’t have a phone anymore and she has not paged me. I doubt if she 
could decipher anything. Everything is too confusing. A psychiatrist cannot 
stop the vandalism, the stalking, the harassment. I lost a part-time job 
because of the calls at work. I have yet to be paid for that job too. Because
I was an independent contractor I probably won’t. Care to walk in my shoes?
(Please note, the social worker never did a thing for me.)

I resent anybody telling me not to get angry. I have every right to be hurt 
and angry. How can I keep up with my expenses when I am having a hard time 
just existing? Remove the black cloud from over me.

AS YOU CAN SEE, IT IS DIFFICULT FOR ME TO STAY FOCUESD. I DRIFT FROM ONE 
IDEA TO ANOTHER AND BACK AGAIN. SORRY, THAT’S THE AFFECTS OF THE SEIZURES 
AND DILANTIN TOXICITY. WALK A MILE IN MY SHOES.

Did you read all of this or toss it aside? Are you concerned about me or 
saving the government money? Should I take the time to be stressed out again
and hire an attorney to sue the government?

This is so damn time consuming. Care to pay me for my time? You are paying 
for the stress it causes!

PS-My son is 100% responsible for the medical expense of his two children. 
They were on Medicaid until my son started staying a few nights with me 
because of the stalker, etc. (He did not pay an rent. He ran up a high phone
bill he still owes for. He ate elsewhere and spent many nights at his 
girlfriend’s instead of here. I never knew what nights he would stay here).
My ex-daughter-in-law took the children off Medicaid. She said she didn’t 
want to be on welfare. She knew my grand daughter needed an operation. 
She told my son she could not afford to pay any on the surgery and divorce 
papers state he is 100% responsible. She further stated that if he signed 
away all rights to his children, she could come up with the money to pay 
for the operations. She has threatened to leave and bring them to Maine 
where her parents live. Because my grand children live under “their mother’s
roof.” (update: she moved in with her lover later married him)

My son can not get them back on Medicaid. He cannot get insurance for a 
pre-existing condition or does he have the money to do so. How fair is that 
when he is responsible for 100% of their medical? Who made all these rules? 
Roosevelt must be turning cartwheels in his grave!