Let me paint my pain In colors and hues Beautifully depicted By shapes and lines Of verses that are cunningly crafted by rhymes, in my lit forget it, I need to paint my pain or write words with no restraint or limits, pushing their edge and pulling them from my head or psyche lovely, is the acrylic sonnet how glorious the tinted ballad bouquet that’s balmy or fragranced by a hint of  rose in the shadows of pink hearts pierced by the strains of poverty and brown breached injustice smears lavished by black and white tears veneered, in order to protect it I have to paint my pain! Using written speech Or talk that will speak Uplift the spirit of humanity Prick the co

Claims Current Health Care Process Impedes Patient Progress (Sacramento, CA) Scott Galati, a local attorney, was at his fittest as he pressed on with his training in preparation for his first Ironman Triathlon. But early on, he hurt his back and ended up in so much pain, he couldn’t even stand up, so he went to see a physician. “The orthopedic surgeon immediately proposed surgery, stating I had two herniated disks that required stabilization through the insertion of a metal cage,” said Galati. “He told me physical therapy would only aggravate my pain and cause re-injury. And he gave me absolutely no hope, emphasizing that even with surgery, there was no way I would be able to compete in