I’m not sure if “Any color as long as it’s black” is a direct quote of Henry Ford’s, but I mention Henry Ford because I can sort of identify with him. He was the type of person who thought outside the box- to a degree- and then defined the box according to his own personal boundaries. All Model T Fords came from the factory in one color- black- because that was the most economical color of paint available at that time. I dye my hair black for pretty similar reasons- I don’t end up with dark ends from trying to match the original mousy brown, nor do I end up looking completely ridiculous with platinum blonde hair- and dark roots. Black is black and that is easy to match. It prevents me from having to go to a salon twice a month for color, which I can’t afford. Then again I wonder what I can afford. Not very damned much. I can’t even afford the farking nasal spray to treat my incorrigible sinus problems that costs $120, but in theory would prevent me from choking to death on snot. So if I drown in my own snot, the world knows why.
Yesterday I got to see my new primary care Dr. (after going to the same one for 17 years it really sucks to have to switch) and as far as I can see, he’s OK. I will discern more as time goes by, and I know that he will probably want to play around with my meds once he gets my labs back. Joy and rapture- and I’m already bracing for the medication-induced narcolepsy, because that’s often what happens when my blood pressure meds are changed. There is nothing like an involuntary nap at 2PM to make one realize just how befuggered their internal clockwork really is. I feel sorry for the guy. I did notice a bit of bewilderment as he perused my current scripts. Yes, I know the combinations and dosages of just my blood pressure meds alone are enough to kill a normal person. It’s been that way for years. In dog years I’m dead, and I often wonder exactly why I’ve been left on this earth to consume valuable oxygen, but it’s not my question to ask. Maybe I should just stop taking all that shit and see how long it takes for me to drop dead. The only problem with that is knowing me, I wouldn’t just drop dead. Something else would fail or go wrong- enough to make me deadly ill, but not enough to kill me. It would be just enough to keep contributing to my suffering.
It seems the snots have been around for a long, long time. Catarrh is the old time word for “hacking cough.” Apparently that shit didn’t work either.
I feel sorry for any medical professional who has to deal with me given my funky assed history. I don’t fit- not even remotely- into anyone’s definition of normal. Science can provide few clues as to what to do with my sorry carcass except to comment when there are medical students nearby to observe, and to make sure I get billed for everything they can possibly bill me for. I can only imagine, but they should be paying me for getting to enjoy the freak show.
If anyone could be the poster child for medical anomalies it would be me. I think it would be cool if I could observe my own autopsy and see just how bizarre my physical body really is. That’s what I get for watching too many episodes of Dr. G. I may be twisted, but Dr. G is the shizzle. I bet she would have fun with my autopsy.
I know what it is! I’m WHITE! I need a cure for being WHITE!
As long as we look to legislation to cure poverty or to abolish special privilege we are going to see poverty spread and special privilege grow. – Henry Ford, from his autobiography, My Life and Work.
I’ve said the same thing myself only in a slightly different way: You get more of whatever you subsidize. Lyndon Johnson’s “War on Poverty” has actually become subsidized poverty. Why are people going to bother to work to provide for themselves when the government takes what they earn away from them so that other people can have what working people can’t afford- for free? Socialism doesn’t work. Eventually those of us who do have some sort of work ethic will get demoralized and just say, “aw, screw it,” like the rest of the denizens of the trailer park. Then no one will get anything for free, because the ones who used to pay for their freebies decided it wasn’t worth it anymore.
I sincerely wish that the entitlement crowd would take a good hard look at the people like me who are driven into the ground as we are forced to finance their pork projects. I’m sure they are, as they’re laughing their asses off, enjoying free health care and government cheese on my dime. I can’t even afford my own scripts.
Admittedly I’ve not been this depressed in a long time. I think it might have to do with whatever this interminable head cold? allergy hell? chronic sinus drainage? is. I always have some degree of snot and drainage from my sinuses, but ever since a week ago Monday the back of my throat has been a snot Niagara Falls. I choke on it sitting up. I’ve gotten maybe three hours of sleep since a week ago Monday between the snotting and the hacking and there is no medication out there so far (antihistamines, Nyquil, cough syrup, be it OTC or scripts, etc.) that will touch it. Both the urgent care joint and the new Dr. I saw yesterday claim that this noise is all allergies and is nothing I can spread to others, but that is cold comfort. I can suffer, but buck up- no matter how miserable I am, at least I’m not going to spread the joy? As if hawking up a gallon of snot won’t clear a room?
Then to add some icing to the cake I can’t find my damned debit card. I am hoping like hell that I left it in my pants pocket and I don’t have to report it lost and go through that noise again of getting it replaced.