I am so sick of America acting like a bully, doling out corporal punishment to any government or action it finds somehow wrong. I am as appalled as anyone else about what is happening around the Middle East in places like Egypt and Syria, not to mention various countries in Africa (ok, technically, Egypt is both, but i am trying to keep this simple. Long story short, i sent an email to the White House (again) telling him my opinion (again). Different subject this time and bigger words than i used when W was in, but a scathing note nonetheless. I didn't use any of the flag words, so i doubt they will notice it. I have in the past. Sometimes for fun. Playing with the Homeland Overlords is a hobby. As is flipping off their office in Latham. That whole act pisses me off. Those emails were epic. Used big words in spite of myself. Basically accused them of becoming the country they most wanted to nuke at that time. Dumbasses. Anyway, here we are again. Another big-eared idiot about to spank someone. Haven't they all decided that violent parenting begets violent kids? Agree or disagree with that one (i have no problem with the spankings i took - taught me respect, which this country lacks in spades these days), pissing off the regime is not going to make them any more warm and fuzzy about the rebels. It didn't work in Star Wars and it will not work here.
Cut all those countries off. From everything. Cut off their supporters (yes, Russia, i am talking to your asses). Be all nonviolent sit-in blockade about it. Just stop killing and destroying to try to stop killing and destroying. It is a dumb idea.
Also, my dear grammar nazis, i do not capitalize "i" because i am not more important than you. Another lesson America needs to learn.
On the other hand, if all the troops go overseas, maybe we could storm the bastille and get rid of the bloat and corruption more directly...
If your constituents can't eat and can barely afford to live at all, you should go to bed hungry as well. And we should cut 1000 jobs from redundant agencies before shutting them down. But it will never happen as long as government votes on what government does and they keep us watching reality tv and believing mainstream news.
Stepping off the soapbox now.
Man your pitchforks and torches, minions!
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Pap still bad and other things i am avoiding
My gynecologist's office is calling and leaving messages to call them back. This means bad pap results and they want to do another biopsy that will come back the same as the rest of them. Scrub and snip every six months. More money i don't have to get no useful information whatsoever. I am not calling back yet. Trying to work up to it.
Meanwhile, my busted up pinkie is healing. It took the doc 30 seconds to earn the copay this time. Back in 4 weeks... If it is better by then, i am not going back. Not worth the copay for him to say it is back to normal. That much i can tell. Stupid busted tendon. Best part is he says the knuckle that hurts the most has nothing wrong with it. Great. Nothing hurts like hell.
Meanwhile, Dave had to go to the chiropractor twice and the doctor once for a muscle and hip problem. With luck, his insurance covers most of that. Think we've got all that taken care of.
In cat land, Callie is due for her shots and annual torture visit. Cleo is still dying of cancer. We are almost 6 weeks into the illness. The last 4 we knew what it was. I can not overstate the smell of feces from a cat with intestinal lymphoma and blood in her stool. It isn't stool. It is puddles. We live in a plastic covered paradise for the moments she doesn't make it. The carpets are among the cleanest anywhere. Steam cleaner is getting a workout. Putting off making decisions on her future until she stops purring. Meanwhile, 4 meds and b12 shots continue. We all hate the pills. We opted not to do the biopsy to see which kind. Either way, she loses, so why torture her anymore. We are keeping her comfortable and spoiled as best we can given the fact she can only eat prescription food which is less tasty than treats in her world. Her last day she gets whatever she wants. For now, spoiling is mostly affection and deck time.
So, the holding pattern continues. Coming up with a plan to get everything paid off in 3 years. I so want to be free of this stuff. If i can get the revolving crap paid off, then i can get the house and school loans done faster and spend time doing something besides fueling the consumerist machine. Living lean for a while is worth it. Which brings me back to avoiding paying doctors to tell me nothing i don't already know. All part of the plan. There's madness to the plan and a plan in my madness.
Later minions.
Meanwhile, my busted up pinkie is healing. It took the doc 30 seconds to earn the copay this time. Back in 4 weeks... If it is better by then, i am not going back. Not worth the copay for him to say it is back to normal. That much i can tell. Stupid busted tendon. Best part is he says the knuckle that hurts the most has nothing wrong with it. Great. Nothing hurts like hell.
Meanwhile, Dave had to go to the chiropractor twice and the doctor once for a muscle and hip problem. With luck, his insurance covers most of that. Think we've got all that taken care of.
In cat land, Callie is due for her shots and annual torture visit. Cleo is still dying of cancer. We are almost 6 weeks into the illness. The last 4 we knew what it was. I can not overstate the smell of feces from a cat with intestinal lymphoma and blood in her stool. It isn't stool. It is puddles. We live in a plastic covered paradise for the moments she doesn't make it. The carpets are among the cleanest anywhere. Steam cleaner is getting a workout. Putting off making decisions on her future until she stops purring. Meanwhile, 4 meds and b12 shots continue. We all hate the pills. We opted not to do the biopsy to see which kind. Either way, she loses, so why torture her anymore. We are keeping her comfortable and spoiled as best we can given the fact she can only eat prescription food which is less tasty than treats in her world. Her last day she gets whatever she wants. For now, spoiling is mostly affection and deck time.
So, the holding pattern continues. Coming up with a plan to get everything paid off in 3 years. I so want to be free of this stuff. If i can get the revolving crap paid off, then i can get the house and school loans done faster and spend time doing something besides fueling the consumerist machine. Living lean for a while is worth it. Which brings me back to avoiding paying doctors to tell me nothing i don't already know. All part of the plan. There's madness to the plan and a plan in my madness.
Later minions.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Hormones Suck
There are days being a woman sucks. Not all of them, but some... Peri-menopausally speaking, circling that drain is part of the suckage.
I hit the wall about a week ago. Crying every day can't get out of bed kind of wall. A lot of it has been coming to terms with a dying cat for whom i can not make it all better. She trusts me and i am going to let her down. And shove pills in her until i let her down. Every time i have to give her meds and she fights me i die a little. So does she. Then my boss started on me because my job performance is a bit off lately. No shit. Sarcasm is also at an all-time high. I am having a fuck me kinda time lately.
I doubled my prozac for now. 20 mg a day. Therapeutic dose. But my doc is a cautious sort, so usually i just do 10. Not lately. Gotta keep it together to keep my jobs to pay the bills to ...
So it's been a struggle. Listening to People = Shit a lot. And then i had to go to the damn gynecologist again for another Pap test that will end up as bad as all the others and then she'll want to do another biopsy. More money i don't have to get inconclusive results. So damn tired of it. Not returning the phone call. Already know. They don't call with good news. Start folic acid she says. Maybe it will help she says. Why not. So, i do and a week later my damn period comes back from the dead. What the hell...
So now my life is even more fun.
But i didn't get fired yet so guess i can still pay the bills. Meanwhile, the house still smells like sick cat, so guess i should be cleaning stuff. I'll get there...
I hit the wall about a week ago. Crying every day can't get out of bed kind of wall. A lot of it has been coming to terms with a dying cat for whom i can not make it all better. She trusts me and i am going to let her down. And shove pills in her until i let her down. Every time i have to give her meds and she fights me i die a little. So does she. Then my boss started on me because my job performance is a bit off lately. No shit. Sarcasm is also at an all-time high. I am having a fuck me kinda time lately.
I doubled my prozac for now. 20 mg a day. Therapeutic dose. But my doc is a cautious sort, so usually i just do 10. Not lately. Gotta keep it together to keep my jobs to pay the bills to ...
So it's been a struggle. Listening to People = Shit a lot. And then i had to go to the damn gynecologist again for another Pap test that will end up as bad as all the others and then she'll want to do another biopsy. More money i don't have to get inconclusive results. So damn tired of it. Not returning the phone call. Already know. They don't call with good news. Start folic acid she says. Maybe it will help she says. Why not. So, i do and a week later my damn period comes back from the dead. What the hell...
So now my life is even more fun.
But i didn't get fired yet so guess i can still pay the bills. Meanwhile, the house still smells like sick cat, so guess i should be cleaning stuff. I'll get there...
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