A Sacrifice of Ideals, a Rite of Passage?

Altruism has a new meaning for me.  Dementia is new to me.  Disrespect is new to me.  There was a time in America when "DD" meant something good.  We no longer are in that time.  I have no clue where we are in America.  I am lost.  I am lost in DD.   I drink too much, but I don't take drugs.  I don't have a doctor.  Double D minus one D is D.  I am in D.  Not depression, as I all ready have hurdled over that obstacle.  I am in dementia and disrespect with no doctor.  The "Three D's."  I have an issue in my melvis.  Melvis the pelvis is telling me that as much as I love sex, my pelvis is in trouble.  Post CT scan and MRI, no news.  I did the thing.  I toed the path of the medical establishment.  I made them money, but my Melvis is telling me I have an issue.  An issue.  A tissue?  May I have a tissue pull-eeze?  Mary Mattison?  Melvis at one time showed me blood in my spemen.  Sea men?  What's long and hard and full of sea men?  A submarine.  I have had two hernia reparations.  I mean repairs.  My prostate was normal, after multiple probings from male fingers in my anuson.  They probed and scanned, and my prostate was normal.  My Melvis tells me I have an issue.  The pain moves around.  It is transient.  I think maybe it only can be a small animal or worm that has made its way up my urethra.  It is moving around hopefully not multiplying.  My coccyx aches.  Sometimes my hips hurt, but they don't lie.  I am hoping it is my Colon.  I had an endoscopy in Malaga by the King's doctor.  Not Martin King.  Not the King's English.  Not King Arthur.  The King of Spain.  He found H. Pylori in my stomach, the discovery of which won the the Noble Prize in physiology in 2005. I had it once.  I guess I got it again, but with no doc who's to know?  I went to Josiah Clinic and found out I am allergic to Septra.  Cipro helped my Melvis, but not completely.  It is like a tribe of barbaric but harmless warriors are crusading in my abdomen.  Abdomenus.  Idomeneo.  They run around. "Why do you do that, Avery?"  "I like to chase the wives of Tom Cruise who look like Jeanne Tripplehorn," replies Avery Tolar in what must be one of the best films of all time.  Dave Grusin provided the solo piano soundtrack, when playing the piano meant something to America.   I picked the wrong profession.  I would rather be a pimp.  America needs good pimps.  We need legalized prostitution. We are such a tight-assed, bassackward country.  It is disappointing.  It is disappointing to me that once the entire world heralded America as the seraphim.  "Angels, Bubba," in the voice of Tom Cruzhanks.  Of course I mean Tom Hanks.  Denzel was a distributor of Blue Magic in the film "American Gangster."  We could use some???  Muff magic?