Dammit!
Warning: TMI and massive whining to follow. I'd skip this one if I were you.Since coming back to school, I've:
- Seen a counselor once a week,
- Who has forced me to buy various "counseling supplemental resources" (which are not cheap), and
- Who actually isn't all that great of a counselor. She interjects with "cool" all the time,
- Which I wouldn't mind so much if it wasn't after revelations such as, "And then three guys with knives chased me and my friend up the stairs."
- "Cool" does not describe the most frightening night of my life, thank you very much.
- (Which was a very long time ago, by the way, so don't worry or anything like that.)
- But I have to go in order for the CNP to give me my delicious Prozac.
I've also:
- Seen a different CNP than I used to (my regular one is on sabbatical),
- Who doesn't want to give me the aforementioned Prozac unless I submit to her whims about my reproductive health as well.
- See, she promptly decided that I ought to be having more than 3 periods a year,
- And ordered me to have half my freaking blood taken for testing a bunch of hormonal stuff (also not cheap).
- Additionally, she keeps hinting that I'm most likely infertile,
- But wants to put me on birth control anyway (when there are cheaper, non-contraceptive alternatives available),
- Because she is a drug pusher.
- (Who also apparently very much enjoys giving pelvic exams, because that's all she keeps mentioning, thinking I'll give in if she keeps asking. She doesn't know me very well, does she? :) )
And:
- My car is losing power steering fluid, so
- It needs to be fixed, again,
- And the mechanic my roommate recommended is several miles from my apartment. (My roommates and I have very dissimilar schedules, which means a long walk home. This is important only in conjunction with the next set of Bullets-of-My-Life-Sucks-Right-Now.)
Oh, yeah, and I:
- Dropped a case of water on my foot while moving in, then
- Endured the pain from said foot for a month, before
- Having a series of X-rays on the aforementioned foot and ankle,
- And I'm now waiting for the results.
- But, if my recent streak of luck means anything, it's broken.
- Or worse yet, was broken and is now mostly healed,
- And I'll have to pay them to rebreak it so I can pay for them to fix it.
- But you know what? If it comes to that, I'll take out a hammer and break it myself, right in front of them. See what they do then. You know me. I am stubborn enough, stupid enough, and frustrated enough to do it. Just don't tell my mom about my plan. :)
- I really should have sprung for the health insurance.
- (P.S. Single-payer system NOW!)
Labels: My crazy personal life
posted by Psychobunny at
6:06 PM
3 comment(s):
Dammit, indeed, you poor thing. I'm horrified that you're doing all this without health insurance. So very sorry to hear that. But I hope everything resolves quickly and healthily soon. Take care of yourself.
By
post-doc, at
September 27, 2007 9:56 PM
I will. That includes having one of my roommates hide my hammer from me. :)
By
Psychobunny, at
September 29, 2007 5:45 PM
Hey if your doctors think you have PCOS and they want to put you on the pill for that reason, I've been through this.. I generally don't talk about it on my blog but if you e-mail me or message me on facebook sometime I'd be happy to share my experience with the meds. Reproductive problems suck horribly.. I've been dealing with it for many years.
By
Di Di, at
October 01, 2007 7:59 PM
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