I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Well, I just can't win for losing, with the American health care system.

I went back on disability, so I could regain my health--or, at least find out what the hell is actually wrong with me, why I am feeling so rubbish, these days, and why I keep getting ill, of late.

Yeah, well, now that I've finally begun seeing a doctor/going for tests regularly, it's costing me a small fortune, so I'm pretty much in the same financial boat now, as I was before I was on social security.

The money's going out, faster than it's coming in. Not just medicine and cab fare and co-pays, but the hospital bills from this past winter...ouch! In my bill drawer, I have from the local hospital, a $1000+ bill, a $300 plus bill, a $234 bill and Saturday got a $160 dollar invoice. And that's just for the hospital/ER!

I also have bills from the orthopedest from last year that I'm still trying to pay, bills from specialists and from the health centre where I go for my general care.

The cab fare to all these visits (and cab fare has gone up a dollar or two in the last month alone) runs between ten and twenty-five dollars, per. Add in $20 to $40 in co-pays, and $10 to $50 and up for each medicine, not to mention the cost of over-the-counter meds (such as my iron pills) that the doctor prescribes....can't move for all the bills.

I make too much for state public health insurance, I don't work enough hours for the new (and rather expensive) emloyer-provided insurance, and don't qualifiy, because I work part-time, for New York state's private health insurance plan. I don't even qualify for the health centre's sliding fee plan! All I have is medicare, which Bush and Congress has cut-cut-cut to pay for their precious war and other nonsense that has nothing to do with providing Americans with a decent quality of life.

NHS may have its problems, but at least you don't go without to pay for it. Too many Americans have to give up things they enjoy--even food and other basic necessities, just to pay for medical care. One wonders why we even bother, because if we can't afford to enjoy even the simplilest things in life, what's the purpose of even living, any longer?

America is no longer about freedom and democracy. It's about greed and selfishness.

Just noticed an advert on my blog's homepage, that read, "Beautiful, sexy nylon legs." Okay, is that just bad grammar, or are they offering to replace my aging legs with a sexier nylon pair?

Oh, I'd be the envy of my office walking in with a new pair of sexy nylon legs...although, being an old tree-hugger, I prefer cotton, myself.

Well, you can get silicon boobs, and plastic hips, so why not nylon legs?

I am told that DT once again is voted sexiest guy on tele. Um--okaaay. I suppose it's a British thing, ey?

Maybe there's hope for an old maid like me, afterall, he-he.

Whoa. Sitting next to a co-worker, when she bent over to retreive something that fell to the floor--she's got two studs situated right over her, erm--crack. Call me old fashioned, but, what the heck is with that???

Cracks are no more attractive on a woman, than on some hairy plumber, so why would anyone want to accentuate that part of his or her body?

I guess I'm living in the wrong century, 'coz I just don't get it.

Well, here I am, at work on a Monday morning. I'm told I'm to be trained on..something, this morning, so I've some down-time for a few, chillin' while they get 'round to me.

This isn't a bad job, really. I mean, at least you're not doing the same thing all day long, month after month--well, sometimes you are, and that's a bit of a drag, but it's always going to be better than walking and climbing stairs nine miles a day, for 8 1/2 hours, cleaning loos and emptying bin bags into skips for a living, trust me.

Anyway, Sunday turned out to be a bit..bleh. Had the stomach bug, but better today. I also smashed my bad knee, climbing out the sliding window onto my balcony--still don't know whose brilliant idea that was, taking out the door to the balcony, and putting in a large sliding window that's several feet off the ground, instead--brillant! Getting onto the balcony is now somewhat like trying to straddle a pony.

Anyhow, smacked my bad knee on the metal sill, and wound up on the floor holding my knee, rocking back and forth and groaning-- and saying some rather rude things about the window, my knee and life in general.

Using a crutch today, but it's improving, thankfully. Think I hit it on the part where the cartilege is missing.

Anyway, spent Sunday not cleaning and going for a walk to the park as I'd planned, but mostly in bed--when I wasn't lying swearing on the floor or in the loo, that is, ha-ha. Yuck. Well, I did some writing on my latest Who story---figure if I can't see Series 4, I can solace myself by making stories up, and it sort of works. The stories aren't of RTD's caliber, of course, but..meh, something's better than nothing.

I figure maybe, if I ever get the internet back at home, I might publish these stories on the web, like I used to, the past two years on.

I've been making blog entries sometimes and saving them to Word. Don't know if, like the Dr Who stories, anyone will ever read them, but again, it's something to occupy me.

Watched some DVD's yesterday, listened to some Kylie and The Proclaimers and Robin Ella. Actually got 'round to making dinner--my appetite's way, way off, lately, and some days I have to force myself to eat--which is strange, as I always used to be hungry, now, even when I'm hungry, I'm having a hard time wanting to eat.

Well, have to sign off now. See you all maybe tomorrow, maybe Wednesday. Cheers. Nancy G.