Everytime I start to get fed up, sooner or later I remember what I went through when I had zero health insurance. Even medicaid is better than that. At least now, I'm getting SOME treatment. I'm sure with some perserverance, I'll get it all untangled. But without my brain meds its very, very hard. To be fair, the pharmacies contributed to my problems today, as well as my clinic. It was one big cluster fuck, and medicaid was only one part of it.
I think I'm going to bed with a good detective novel tonight and forget about earlier today. |
Well now my groove is scorched by the insinuation that such up-fucks ar due to universal healthcare. Since i moved to the US I have been mind-boggled by the amount of red-tape and money wasteage and -most irritatingly cliqueism/monopoly shit that goes on in the private health insurance world here. Sure, there's no waiting list for your life-saving surgery, but the surgeons will only take referrals from specialists within their "network" and the insurance companies will only approve surgeons and specialists within their network, and you can't go strqaight to the specialist, you need to be referred by your regular doctor, who would rather observe you for a while and have you come back for regular visits..... and when they finally refer you to the specialist who refers you to the sugeon, there's no waiting list per se, but they only operate when there's an X in the day. And then you have to pay a co-pay for the surgeon and another for the anaesthetist, and the bed, and the nurse, and the drugs, and the OR and the dressings, and the TP and......
You know why people in private healthcare are so nice and want to deal with you even though you're being an asshole? They're being paid a shitload more than they need to be. By you. Americans need to learn that sucking up X= great service. I won't hold my breath. /oops political/xenophobic ranting shit |
monster, you're awesome
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my kitty loves me only when I am at teh computer.
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I'm selling my kittehs.
350 bucks apiece, or two for a dollar fifty. If I have posted this before, I apologize. I love them, I really do, I'll never let them go...but GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR they are making me crazy. |
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I don't know, do ya think? They're like hotcakes, I can't keep 'em on the shelves. Why are hotcakes on the shelves, anyway?
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to keep the cats out of them?
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My one kitty is sitting in my lap, trying to help me with my post. OK, here are her words of wisdom, letting her go now:
saioum,l32 fewteqy I don't know what this means. Perhaps its a secret message to other cellar kitties? Or maybe its cat for "I want hotcakes!" |
I will give the message to my kittehs, and see what their reaction is.
I believe the kittehs are uniting and there will be a coup! |
Mrs L is not a movie person, but she was in the mood for a romantic comedy tonight. She went by the Redbox and grabbed Up in the Air, because anything with George Clooney on the cover is a romantic comedy, right? Selfish guy finds the girl, changes life, gets the girl... yeah, that's the ticket.
Fuck no. That movie was complete dogshit depressing. I want those two hours back. |
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OMG did you have to mention Breaking the Waves?
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My husband. That is all. At least for now.
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