A while back, I made the mistake of walking into the VA hospital in Loma Linda, California, to get a right knee implant. How was I supposed to know the surgeon was lying about his rate of success? He lost my upper partial dental plate, the titanium prothesis became infected, and my right knee is now frozen in a bent position. I cant stand up, Im not comfortable lying down, Im horribly scarred, I cant drive, and Im stuck in a rickety wheelchair that desperately needs a front end alignment. They addicted me to morphine and sent me home to die. God help me before Im dead and gone.

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