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In my very real signed Directive to my doctor, right there with all the stuff about no extreme life support methods, I included a statement that, should I ever be in a coma, my feet will be left UNCOVERED. It seems that when I go to bed the temperature of my feet always increases. Why? No one seems to know. To Elizabeth Leslie -- I can't think of anything since the price increase of BBQ sauce that makes me more angry than what your doc told you. Something struck me a little weird, though. You said he told you how to get a cheap price on Selegiline and that was a good thing. It sounds like you didn't raise too much of a stink. I would have blown the doors off his office with my screaming, Beth. He has NO RIGHT to deny you the proper medication. NONE! He has a duty to provide the BEST care he can for you. It's all there in the Hippocratic Oath and you should tear it off his wall and jam it in his face. Don't take that, Beth. It isn't right. You deserve and should demand every bit as much medical attention and curative possibilities as the President. Those people work for us, not the other way around. Bitch (it does feel good!) and then change doctors and let everyone know why. I spent two wasted years avoiding Sinemet, and it was because of my own stupidity. I'm on it now and it has saved my life. And besides, no one ever said that since I had to quit work I probably didn't need it because I was no longer the breadwinner. Jeez! ---------------- Visit my WebSite! http://www.phoenix.net/~jfinch Where the Cowboy Rides Away.... Stories, poems and the ongoing adventures of the Dumpster Gang.