Let me tell you…
Healthcare.
I have spent the entire afternoon – when I SHOULD be sleeping – trying to arrange shipment for the new drug regimen that SHOULD have been here over a week ago. The poor medical assistant at my doctor’s office kept calling in the prescriptions that SHOULD have been in Caremark’s computer system almost two weeks ago. They always think I SHOULD be calling Mail Order instead of Specialty, and Mail Order always thinks I SHOULD be calling Specialty, which I actually SHOULD be doing…
They don’t know what the other hand is doing. FUCK! They don’t even know the middle finger of their own hand is flipping them off! I have been giving up other work options to make sure I have insurance, which I need. I seem to have lost Ryan White Funding even though I am 5 thousand below to cut off income. I am continuing meds I know don’t work, waiting for new ones that no one can prove will fair any better.
The bottom line is this. I have played the good little soldier ever since the lymphoma and chemotherapy, doing everything numerous doctor’s have asked, even though they ALL contradict each other…I have taken every fucking pill, I have stayed insured. I have struggled to stay employed. And I am screwed every step of the way. I have very little left in me for the good little soldier routine. The ‘new’ doctor that was supposed to be all ‘doesn’t play well with others’ and all whacked and unorthodox, does little more than pointless test that cost me more than the office visit SHOULD cost…
This is why men rub chicken’s blood on their testicles hoping for a miracle.
The ‘system’ fucking sucks and doesn’t give one stinking damn about me. I don’t understand why I am so invested in it.
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