That health care change, Obama? We need it, like yesterday.

In case you needed to know, I feel like a zombie that got ran over by a school bus about ninety times. I’ve got some kind of bug — or a really, really brutal sinus infection — and missed work and class today because I feel like crap.

To top it off, when I called my regular doctor (my primary care doctor, NOT the office where I see Pam the PA), they didn’t even seem to care. The receptionist just brushed me off and told me she’d have the doctor call in a prescription. Um, hello? You can’t just call in a prescription without seeing me! I could have swine flu or something, for all you know!! (Not that I have swine flu. I’m just sayin’.)

This was at 9:30 this morning. Two episodes of Dollhouse later, I still hadn’t heard back from them. So I called again, she brushed me off again, and told me the doctor just got in — apparently doctors don’t have to come in to the office until 11 am now — and that they would call me once he’d called in the prescription. I felt too shitty and dumbfounded to argue.

“Okay…” I said before she hung up. Hooray for health care.

Then I decided to call Pam the PA’s office. They can’t fit me in until tomorrow morning, so it looks like I’m going to miss another day of work (missed Monday because of the holiday), which means I’m going to have to use my vacation time (since I don’t get sick time). Either that or be broke, which I already am. (I’m a web designer and I’m broke. I still can’t figure that out.)

My primary care doctor’s office finally called me around 2 this afternoon. She said the doctor called in a prescription for an antibiotic and a cough medicine.

Cough medicine?” I asked.

“You said you had a cough.”

“Yeah, from my allergies!” I then explained my symptoms again: low fever, sinus pressure, very sore throat, fatigue.

“Well, we don’t have to call in the cough medicine. We can just call in the antibiotic.”

I sighed. “Fine.”

I have yet to go pick up my prescription. I don’t have the energy, and how do I even know that I need an antibiotic? There are a lot of bugs going around right now, so I don’t want to just take some medicine if I don’t need it. Maybe I need a specific antibiotic. Of course, they wouldn’t know, because they couldn’t be bothered to see me.

Argh, health care.

Did I mention that my good friend, Chronic Pain, is here to visit today too? So on top of a sinus headache and a sore throat, I’ve also got achy legs.

At least I get to watch Dollhouse.

Warning: Blaaahg post ahead

This turned out to be a longer post than I intended. It’s (most) of my woes, so if you want to skip it and read something more cheery, I recommend the Fun stuff category. Otherwise, leave a comment and tell me about your woes. It’s not all about me here, anyway. :)


This morning on my way to work, I passed a Sunoco and glanced at the price. It was $1.99 a gallon (cash). While most of us rejoice at this lower, Walmart-style price, there’s that nagging feeling in the back of my head that says, “this is bad.” I am only vaguely aware that the reason for the lower gas prices is the declining stock market. The people around me who know about these things — like KJ at work — tell me that the price of gas is going to keep going down, since the stock market won’t be going up anytime soon.

It’s a Catch 22, just like my own financial situation. I ranted a little about this on Scars Can Speak (the Letters of Love blog), and I’ve been writing in my own journal every day about different ways to tackle this problem. Either way, I lose on something. If, for example, I get a second job, I’ll be doing even more running from place to place and who knows how I’ll get my school work done for the rest of the semester. If I get more hours or can go full-time at my current job, I’ll only be able to take two classes next semester rather than getting a full head start on my BA. If I can’t get more hours at my current job and can’t get a second job, I’ll have to leave my current job (which I really like) for a full-time corporate job. Yes, I’d be making more money, but I wouldn’t be able to go back to school full-time for a while. I’d have to be a part-time student. It would take forever. I am so career-oriented and want everything done yesterday that it would drive me nuts. Continue reading