I truly hate being alive.
Jun. 15th, 2006 02:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oneirophreniaIn one single day (today):
The UTI is coming back. Yes, again. (Despite the fact that I'm still taking $160 antibiotics that supposedly should be able to cure fucking AIDS let alone a goddamned bladder infection.)
I pissed out another kidney stone at work and had to go to the ER. Yes, again. (Despite the fact that I've been CAT-scanned twice and no one saw anything.)
I had to completely reinstall the OS on my laptop. Yes, again. (Despite the fact that I checked and quadruple-checked everything on it twice.)
And I discovered that, between my two bank accounts, I have 20 dollars to my name and close to $20 thousand dollars in medical bills to pay. Oh, right, and the county assistance agency fucked up my applications for medical assistance. I needed them to deny me so the hospital's own emergency-care program would cover the bills. Instead, they sent me a food-stamp card.
A MOTHERFUCKING FOOD-STAMP CARD. Which I didn't even apply for.
I give up. Honestly...it's going to be a long fucking time before anyone sees me again. To all the folks I write music with: I'll have files and stuff for you online to work with, and we can easily do stuff via the 'net. But it's going to be a long time before I can afford to drive to Pittsburgh again.
The UTI is coming back. Yes, again. (Despite the fact that I'm still taking $160 antibiotics that supposedly should be able to cure fucking AIDS let alone a goddamned bladder infection.)
I pissed out another kidney stone at work and had to go to the ER. Yes, again. (Despite the fact that I've been CAT-scanned twice and no one saw anything.)
I had to completely reinstall the OS on my laptop. Yes, again. (Despite the fact that I checked and quadruple-checked everything on it twice.)
And I discovered that, between my two bank accounts, I have 20 dollars to my name and close to $20 thousand dollars in medical bills to pay. Oh, right, and the county assistance agency fucked up my applications for medical assistance. I needed them to deny me so the hospital's own emergency-care program would cover the bills. Instead, they sent me a food-stamp card.
A MOTHERFUCKING FOOD-STAMP CARD. Which I didn't even apply for.
I give up. Honestly...it's going to be a long fucking time before anyone sees me again. To all the folks I write music with: I'll have files and stuff for you online to work with, and we can easily do stuff via the 'net. But it's going to be a long time before I can afford to drive to Pittsburgh again.
