I called my doctor today because I needed to redate my prescriptions because I didn’t have an appointment this month and everything’s thrown off the end.
Keep in mind that I have never had a problem getting scripts adjusted with this doctor. Everything’s done in a super timely manner, and they usually call me back the same day.
With all this being said, I still get super nervous they’ll tell me no. It’s irrational, I know, but it happens every. time.
Pain medication is a non-negotiable part of my every day existence. I require this stuff every hour (or so) and there’s never a moment I get to “take off.” Hell, I wake up and pop and oxycodone and fall back asleep. If I wake up after sleeping 6-8+ hours without a pill I’m in agony, and the first thing I reach for is the bottle.
Not because I want to or because I enjoy it, but because I have to in order to live; in order to function at the most basic level. Which is bullshit. I shouldn’t have to live this way, I shouldn’t have to get nervous about the availability of my medication, but I do.
In so many ways I am so remarkably well-off, and I recognize this - truly, I do. But this pain shit is just a lot to deal with, especially with it being so unexpected and undesired and supremely disruptive.
But what’re you gonna do?
Fill the next script and survive another month, that’s what.
i went into a whole foods and got to hear a woman arguing with a guy at the meat counter because she wanted grass fed organic chicken and he was desperately trying to explain to her that chickens don’t eat grass
My mom bought us a 15 dollar (uncooked) chicken at Whole Foods when she visited. It was good, but it definitely wasn’t worth 15 damn dollars.
I’m just now getting caught up on the latest season of Sister Wives, the reality show that follows Kody Brown and his four wives and their seventeen children. There’s a lot of semi-obnoxious manufactured drama in it, but for the most part it’s entertaining even if it is chock full of First World Problems. (Oh no! We need to buy four houses!!)
I’ve written before about the similarities between the Brown family and their struggle to live an open and honest life with regard to their polygamy and gay people who struggle to live an open and honest life with regard to their sexuality, and this post sort of falls along those lines again but with a different twist (I promise).
You know what sucks?
Snow. Snow sucks.
Especially when you’re an adult.
As a child snow is the best. Snow means days off of school and romping outside and coming inside and taking off your snow-encrusted socks and standing on the heat vent and maybe getting some hot chocolate.
If you’re an adult? You gotta clean up all the shit and make the hot chocolate and drive (hella-slowly please dear God drive slowly) in the snow and scrape off the car and shovel the driveway and shovel the walkways or you’ll get fined yes really that’s how it works.
So if I see one more sentimental snow post on tumblr.
The person who re/posts it has to scrape my car for life.
/the person who has actually dealt with Real Snow before
Every once in awhile, I get a nice email (and this time a comic, too):
Hi. I really like your Tumblr, and wanted to share with you this comic I made about my experiences with religion as I began to deal with depression. Sites like yours really help me get to the place where I can speak out about this sort of junk. Thanks! – Admiral Wonderboat
(For a related post, click here http://christiannightmares.tumblr.com/post/62528804814/every-once-in-awhile-i-get-a-nice-email-ive)Reblogging because this letter provides a little more context.
Unfortunately accurate in a lot of cases.
While I often think of myself as a fiscal conservative, and really appreciate and sympathize with the concept of smaller, more fiscally responsible government, I am exceedingly glad that the government stepped in on my behalf and told the insurance companies they can’t deny someone coverage because of a preexisting condition.
Because I am one of “those” people for whom that is a Real Thing.
And I am glad I’m not going to go totally broke paying for insurance.
Well, for now at any rate.
And I’m really glad I can stay on my parents’ insurance until I’m 26.
I haven’t signed up at the exchange yet, since I’m 24, but I’m glad that when the time comes I know I won’t get rejected because of my pain which I didn’t ask for or cause or whatever.
Poor schmucks like myself who woke up with staph infections in their hips who never fully recovered thereafter can get coverage, and I don’t see how that can possibly be a bad thing.