Blather. Wince. Repeat.

Blather. Wince. Repeat.

Monday, June 9, 2014

Sharlto Copley. Hmm. What's Up With That?

I saw Elysium (Dir: Neil Blomkamp) recently. It was a really solid sci-fi movie. I was pleasantly surprised. But I after I looked it up and discovered it was a Blomkamp (District 9) movie, it all clicked into place.

Well, you know, I actually looked it up after I saw/heard Copley in a scene. I was years late to the party with District 9, but I enjoyed it quite a bit. I especially loved the realism of the FX. So believable. I mean, a lot of sci fi has pretty or awesome looking things, but it's much rarer to find something that looks to be of actual substance.

Anyway, Spoiler Alert, Elysium is like District 9 but with healthcare as it's subject in place of xenophobia and ethnic cleansing.

You might imagine; it rung a chord with me.

The other Copley movie I've seen, many times tx to Cinemax program scheduling ocd stalker issue) is The A-Team. Now, frankly, The A-Team disappointed me. I loved the series as a kid and still appreciate its ridiculous glory, but the movie fell flat. My first impression was a total "meh!"

Upon inevitable re-watch (premium channels only, baybee! i cants takes no commercials!) of the movie, I realized it had some very well done parts. It was just bloated and overreached itself. And I'm not sure how much of A-Team was doomed by The Losers. Because The Losers is one of my bomb ass favorites. It's on the Bef List. And The Losers is based on a graphic novel that loosely resembled....The A-Team t.v. series.

It's the Ciiiiiiiircle of Liiiiiiife, y'all.

That is to say, I was brainwashed into having a tolerance and even affection for The A-Team. (Also, Bradley Cooper's body. What? Is that even possible? I'll take two and don't call me in the morning.)

Anyhoo, from starting with District and ending with Elysium, here have been my thoughts on Msr. Copley:

  • That accent is fascinating. Is that a V for a W? Cool.
  • Man, this guy is having a bad day.
  • Cool movie. Too gross for me to know if I think this guy is cute, though.
  • Hmm, he just lit a guy on fire. 
  • Murdock has gotta be the funnest and easiest character to play, right?
  • Nice accents. Interesting voice.
  • Still, there's some good chemistry and some really natural riffing. 
  • I still can't tell if I think this guy is cute.
  • Okay, yeah, maybe this guy is cute.
  • No. No, he's not. Funny, though. He seems funny.
  • Hey, is that the guy from District 9? He seems kinda mean.
  • Holy shit, that guy from District 9 is a fucking psychopathic killer!
  • Okay, I came in halfway through. Let me revisit this movie from the beginning.
  • Ah, that's why Matt Damon was being such a dick. Five days to live, sheesh.
  • Nope, that is totally Sharlto and is an unequivocal FuckHead.
  • Do I think this guy is cute?
  • I totally think this guy is cute.
  • Wait, do I?
Which is all to say, what a good excuse to watch District 9 again. :)

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Nooooooooooooo!

I accidentally bought 1% chocolate milk*.

GROSS!

Now I have to go back to the store. That's two times in two days. (at least it's not LA, though, which means I can get the errand run in under an hour and without a parking nightmare)

My first world problems are overwhelming!!!

*Seriously, thought, why the hell would anyone by pre-mixed chocolate milk? It is always funky and never as good as adding syrup. I mean, you can buy regular milk, have it, and then use the syrup whenever you want. Two birds, one stone. And that way you can control the chocolicity of your beverage.


Friday, June 6, 2014

125, 128, 138, 106, 142

I can live with that.

That doesn't mean I won't be bitching tomorrow about how sore I am. I don't know how everybody else bowls, but it's a full body effort for me.

My left hip is suspiciously quite right now. That does not bode well.

I thought I'd tap out at 4 (which is still too many), but I preservered and hit my best in the 5th game.

I was hovering around the zone for most of the games after #1, so it was very hard to make myself stop.

Bowling: cures what ails ya. Or at least makes ya so sore you forget the other crap.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

And After That Brief Nap I Awoke To A Car Insurance Cancellation Notice

Ha.

Hahahaha.

I have no one to blame but myself. I was paying insurance in 6 month chunks back when I had a little money saved up. My brain obviously has not registered the switchover and I sailed right past an email reminder.

Well, I mean, marked the email reminder for payment when I had some money. Foolish, so foolish.

Of course, they did try to call me. With an automated caller. At the phone number that doesn't have a phone right now.

Hahaha. I C WUT U DID THAR universe. So droll.

All hail satan and credit cards--i am reinstated with a few clicks.

This has just been the cherry topping to my steaming shit sundae of today. And now it's too late to go bowling.

Including myself.

If my life had a face, I would punch it.

This concludes our broadcast for today. Jeezy creezy.

I Don't Know What To Do

ETA: Shrink called back and saw glorious reason. Thank god for East Coast Jewish Doctor transplants. 

tl;dr Medical shit. I really don't enjoy being this person. But I need to express this anger somehow, lest it eat me up. This seems the least toxic for the humans around me. I'm sorry to be a broken record.

I have 3 medical conditions(A, B, C) that require Rx drugs/treatment. I probably need surgery (again) for one of the conditions, and I'll probably still have to take meds after that.

I picked up an independent contracting job in Florida. So I've been in FL for several months and have a few more to go.

I signed up for coverage in CA. I'm so poor I only potentially qualify for state sponsored Medicaid. When I last spoke with a representative, they advised me that everything was processing and that they were categorically refusing to give estimation dates on when to expect application processing. I'm supposed to wait and eventually get something in the mail.

Would that coverage do anything in another state? I don't know. I have no idea what it encompasses and am waiting on some mail notification to be forwarded from CA to my temporary digs. Nothing so far.

I bring this up because, despite the fact that I am willing and do pay out of pocket, suddenly every doctor in 2014 wants to know not if, but when I will be getting insurance. They have no idea what it will cover or if it's even applicable in the cases we are discussing. But they ask. Over and over. It seems to be a sticking point---almost like they can't really treat people with no coverage anymore? I'm not sure. But I have been interrogated in person and over the phone extensively just trying to get Rx refills in FL for meds prescribed IN FL.

Now, for medical condition B, my docs think I need nerve pills. Because, after three years of pursuing multiple therapies, according to them I obviously have psychological conditions that require treatment. (It couldn't possibly be that I had an organ removed and the compensatory meds are not adequate blah blah ignorancecakes). And let me tell you what, no matter what your state by the time you spend a few years getting the runaround from these yahas you NEED psych meds, just to deal with the bullshit. And, quite frankly, because when you can't get relief where you need it (condition A), then you gotta take what helps.

Just submitted a refill for my two shrink meds. I have no phone, and won't until mid month, but I just figured out how to check my voice messages. My shrink called and said "I haven't seen you, this med is being filled in one state and shipped to another, I'm not comfortable. You need to find somebody where you are to get this Rx."

I left him a msg asking if this was going to apply to BOTH meds he prescribed, or just that one that everybody seems so touchy about. I explained that the Rxs had always shipped from another state b/c I'm on a mail order system. Back in CA, they will still show as shipping from another state. Because that's where they ship them from.

And this is an issue because? Because I am obviously running a bi-coastal drug scam with my monthly prescription? I drive 36 hours a couple times a month to....what? I'm not even sure what I could be doing, but apparently it's scandalous.

Running out of money meant I could no longer pursue the pain treatment course for condition C--a wondrous chronic item that sometimes takes 4 days out of my life, sometimes 3 weeks. I had to cease the $300/pop doctor visits, but retained the substandard meds he provided. Until he refused to refill them again. I tried contacting his office but never heard back from them. I'm assuming he suspended refills because I wasn't seeing  him on a regular basis. I've heard that reasoning before.

Let me reiterate so that you can appreciate what I'm saying: Since I can't afford to go to the doctor on a regular basis, he refuses to continue to prescribe me medication. I have a diagnosis and a treatment plan, he is refusing to continue it. I could, theoretically, make an appt and go every month or week or whatever. Except then I don't have enough money to buy the meds. Hell, I don't have enough money to buy the meds now. That's why Satan invented credit cards.

So my pain doc cold turkey-ed my meds. My shrink just announced that is going to cold turkey at least one, maybe both of my psych meds. This is responsible doctoring.

I went to a doc here in FL and explained my situation for condition C--chronic pain. It's been getting worse. I explained all about the pain mgmt, the fact that I probably need surgery, blah blah. He was very nice and gave me two Rx. One was fine. The other provided a different kind of relief that was nauseating, but effective. It was also in a patch form, and 4 of the five patches malfunctioned and fell off. Two of them instantly. Call pharmacy and doc about it, conclusion: nobody else in the world has ever had this problem. I am a freak. Deal with it. And suck up the $100 you spent to get 2/5 of a medication.

Well, okay. Can I get a refill on those items then? I called in a moment of extreme pain and duress. That was 3 weeks ago. I've called multiple times. Been given the runaround, been called by the clinic, etc. I even had to go back in for some ass kicking sinusitis. While there I followed up again just trying to find out if I could get anything refilled.

They keep asking me: "When are you going to see a specialist for your condition?"

Well, I don't have the money. I mean, it's like $5K to $15K to get this stuff taken care of. And that's before the post op treatment. Which I will likely have to be on for life.

Again, clarification point: I probably have to take pain meds for the rest of my life to get relief, no matter what surgeries and treatments I get. This is a medical fact. My only hope is menopause. No shit.

Called clinic today and they said, "Oh, the doc wants to know when you are going to get insurance and see a specialist." That's his answer to "Can a brother get a refill?" That is also the 4th or 5th time I will have answered the question for that clinic, in great detail. It's all in my chart. I watched them write it down. I told him to his face.

I don't have money to see new doctors here, to get new prescriptions. Especially not if those Rx will cease to be fillable when I go back to CA. Each visit is a minimum of $100, for any of the three conditions. Some are up to $300. And on top of all that, there is no guarantee that any doctor will re-prescribe what I'm on. Some of them like to run you through the whole circus again, no matter what your history says, your charts.

And obviously, as a patient and sufferer of these conditions, I am in no place to have an opinion or deduction about any of it.

So, I'm working out of state because it's the only job I have been able to get. Money good. Help pay bills. Help pay for medicine.

Because I'm out of state, my doctors don't want to refill my prescriptions. Also because I haven't had an appt in a while. (Which I totally would have been able to do with all the money I wouldn't be making had i stayed unemployed in state, oh, wait, sorry to introduce logic there. No place in medicine for logic.)

What the hell is going on? What am I supposed to do? Is this happening because I'm poor and broke? Is something else going on? Am I being discriminated against because of my conditions? Am I on some "chronic pain" blacklist? If I need to be on psych meds, should they just take them away? What can I do when faced with a government that refuses to respond? Why can't I just pay for the things that work?

Why can't I just pay for the things that work? Why don't I deserve access to treatment?

I Had A Harrowing Dream Last Night

We put down the cat. But it didn't take. I found her alive. I was trying to protect here when a gunfight broke out and she was shot.

She still didn't die.

I was clutching her to my chest, screaming for help, screaming for people to stop trying to kill her. She obviously wasn't as sick as we thought: she kept surviving. I needed to get her help.

I kept wishing for a papoose to carry her in. I lost my clothes, there were strangers everywhere, I couldn't get to a car. No one would listen.

As I crept down a hall to try and make my escape, she didn't feel warm anymore. I felt like I kept dropping her without realizing it. I think she died.

what the fuck, douchebag brain?

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Shepherd of Judeah, Give Me Strength

So, lost my phone. Had a line on a free one, but it is not supported by my current carrier, EvilAssholeShitLords-Verizon, or the new service I want to pick up.

*sigh*

So I just bought a used phone, but it will take over a week to get here. Then I have some kind of nonsense to go through in order to switch my number over. Which shouldn't be a problem. But given my track record. . . .

Anyhoo, in case you didn't hear it somewhere else, I am incommunicado de telefono for a while now. Whoops.

This is inconvenient. So very inconvenient.

Well, at least it wasn't my wallet.