So I’ve called like every health referral line in the state. They are always very helpful– their job is to refer people. Unfortunately, the people they refer me to are impatient, underpaid people who either are annoyed at the chutzpah of someone not 15-year-old mother of 10 homeless amputee on the brink of death requesting health care from a free clinic that is totally booked up anyway, or they aren’t actually a free clinic and can’t help me if I don’t have insurance. Most often, though, they transfer me to some random line (seriously, I’ve been transferred to everything from the neonatal care unit to scheduling heart surgery). The people I get connected to seem to realize that the operators connect people to random numbers and it doesn’t surprise them. However, they never know the real numbers of the people I need to talk to.
Now I’m getting the snowball affect. I’m running low on anti-depressants which means I’m getting seriously constipated, which means I’m getting a splitting headache. So, I’m depressed, headachy and irregular in addition to not being able to hear anything. Yay! It’s just going to get worse in the next 4 weeks! Maybe someone will be able to fix something if I come in with a noose around my neck snorting Metamucil and yelling “Speak up, sonny! I can’t hear ya! Yer talkin in ma bad ears!”
I’m getting increasingly irritated and the ringing in my ears isn’t helping. I can feel myself losing it mentally, too, thanks to the sudden reduced dose of happy pills. Arrgh. I wish I could just sleep for the next 4 weeks.
Here’s some happy shit. Maybe that will negate my crappy state of mind:
Kittens!
Unicorns!
Rainbows!
Puppies!
ice cream!
Abdul the baby wombat!
uh… a taco cat!
Baby dressed like a squid!
Baby for dinner!
Pug Vader!
A scarf that looks like bacon!
