Where in Hell is Midas?

I’ve been awake since about 3:45am this morning.  After tossing and turning for about an hour - I conceded by getting dressed and allowing Dwayne to sleep without all the interruption.

All on the home front was absolutely fine when we headed to Lenoir City for supplies to build a chicken run.

The irony came when we returned to the house.

Like some kind of instant blast of Nightmare fell.  Almost every single one of my birds was down.  And a startling tale-tell sign was discovered - bloody stool.

First on my agenda - changing the water over with all fresh water that included Pedialyte.

Next - I went ahead and cleaned the inside of the hen house.  My first thought was how quickly this turn of events hit - minimizing as much possible contamination as possible.  Beyond that - it was just motherly panic - do anything - “ Come on, Babies - feel better - now ! “

A phone call to check on inventory was followed by a trip back to Lenoir City - picking up Duramycin-10 before Tractor Supply closed at 6pm.  It only figures - Hell always has to break loose with children and pets on Sunday.

Recently - I swapped feed and began using DuMor Chicken Starter 20%.  Some folks squawk about the medicated feeds.  After talking with one of the guys at Tractor Supply - I’m finding out that the feeds - actually - only have trace amounts of the medications.

At this moment - I’m wishing there were more preventative amounts added.

Daylight has not broken yet.  But I had - already - began preparing myself for the fact that - most likely - my routine morning trip out to the Chicken Hotel will result in the discovery of a loss of birds.  My faith and hope can only muster the question of how many - at this point.  To have any surviving this morning - I’ll take that as a miracle.

And as usual - dealing with dead birds will fall under the category of - dealing with calamities that only come on days when Dwayne has to work - or shall I say - nights when Dwayne has to work.

I’m so far beyond anger at this moment.  In fact - I’ve reached the point where my attitude is - “ Live or die - whatever. “

And that goes for just about anything around this place - plant or animal.  I give up.

I am sick and tired of going through Hell to make something happen around here - only to end up fighting to keep from allowing the intense physical pain push me into rolling up into a ball to wait for God to simply allow that last breath to come - and all the effort in the goal end up in a trash bag - or buried a few feet underground.

So far - my doctor is almost certain that Fibromyalgia has taken over my body - just like my mother.  My doctor attempted to prescribe Cymbalta.

Medco has put the screws to us on our plan - of course - thanks to the screwing by our government with the so-called Healthcare plan they voted on.  I would now have to pay 40 percent of the price that the Pharmaceutical Gangsters are charging.

To pay $100.00 per month - ( my part ) - for a prescription - to me - is no different than paying another $100.00 per month for healthcare coverage.

I don’t care if everybody says - “ It’s happening to everybody. “

That’s why it’s happening.  If everybody would just learn to gang up together and REFUSE to take the screwing by them - it wouldn’t happen.

Some people wanna blame the Democrats - blame Obama.

What you people fail to realize is - it would not matter which side did it.

Democrats - “ Let’s screw ‘em this way. “

Republicans - “ Nooo… we wanna screw ‘em THIS way. “

It’s a game for both sides - and they’re laughing behind closed doors - at us - the taxpayers.

I will NEVER pay $100.00 for a prescription.

I’ll just end my statement there.