The story rolls on . . .
Click images for desktop size: Untitled" by Wayshak I had to buy so many drugs that I decided to figure which prescriptions were the most important (budget, like I have only this much money).
The one I passed on was the Penicillin for a “low level general” infection.
I'm supposed to start the radiation treatments tomorrow and the first thing they have to do is make sure that I've cleared the infection . . . I told them I didn't take the penicillin because I couldn't afford it and . . . instead of saying get the pills and come in next week I have to get up at 4:30 and go in and be tested and possibly sent home to come back next week etc etc.
I feel like I'm being punished! I'd love to blame someone but, as usual, there's only me . . .
Someone tried to remonstrate me by saying that if I spent more of the money on myself instead of my dog . . . that's not an argument to me. The puppy can't complain, she can only suffer. She can't say she's hungry or bored she can only be stoic. So she gets everything she needs and there's no further discussion.
Other than that having to get up early on my day off, I'm feeling fine. The pain is more endurable.
The end of the story . . . I hope. (For the 2 people who seem to care):
Billy is captured by a gang of outlaws, who torture him for no other reason then sadistic boredom.
He escapes because the blood has made his hands slippery enough to slip the ropes. In a mad dramatic dash he gets to his guns and manages to kill all the members of the gang.
The pain and the weight of six killings numbs him to reality. He gets on his horse and passes out riding into the dawn.
The horse stumbles around into scrub desert. It's a good animal and keeps Billy balanced unconscious in the saddle.
Very gently we hear the sound of a harpsichord playing Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D Minor. It grows louder and the horse starts a delicate trot to the sound.
If Billy could see he would think he was hallucinating: There is a driver less buckboard pulled by a determined roan Perchon Horse. On the buckboard is a harpsichord played being played by Anton. On top of the harpsichord is a beautiful woman, Colette - Anton's sister. She has fiery red hair and is nude except for a light wrapping of red gauze which streams 12 feet into the air around her.
Click images for desktop size: 1929 Ford Woodie The apparition drifts across the yellow hills in the rosy pink dawn until the Perchon and Billy's horse meet and nuzzle. Anton finishes the piece of music while Colette unabashedly stares at Billy. In light he he not a tragic figure nor pathetic but he is appalling, coated with blood and wounds.
(The girl, Lynn, who played the part was stark raving beautiful gorgeous - she was also a horrible actress, jaw droppingly bad. So bad it was decided that she would only speak French . . . she didn't speak French, none of us did, so we had her speak gobbeldy gook with a French accent. Two odd things: We didn't have subtitles - but no one ever seemed to notice she was talking gibberish. And while she couldn't say anything in English convincingly her nonsense and not worrying about it seemed to work and she won two awards for acting!! Proof of both the Bressonian method and Dziga Vertov!)
Colette looks at Billy and asks a question. Anton looks over the harpsichord and says, “No, I don't think he is dead.”