"There's got to be a heaven, cause I've already done my time in hell..."
And the hits keep coming, the rain keeps coming down like a cold day in Seattle. It's as if each and every time I think things are going to be ok, something else happens. Now, it seems that Tracy has lost her job because of some snafu, not her fault. Ok, I have to tell the whole story because it will make a little more sense.
Tracy is bipolar. She has to have certain medications or she is not capable of making it through the day. Our lousy prescription insurance through Sprint requires us to use "Express Scripts" which is anything but that. She had faxed in, over three weeks ago, her prescriptions which she desperately needs to get through the day and to be able to stabilize her moods so she can function. Well, this company, which Sprint was dumb enough to hire, didn't send her medication and she ran out. As a result, she missed 2 1/2 days of work on top of all the time she has already missed because of the two car accidents and the resulting back pain and now they want to fire her. Funny thing is, Sprint is getting rid of that company and allowing us, next year, to use Walgreen's like normal human beings. Of course this isn't going to do us a damn bit of good now.
Motherfuckers. I swear, I want to go back to work right now, despite all the pain and everything else, just to make them pay. For any of you who have Sprint, now is the time to jump ship. If you were considering switching to Sprint, think twice.
And now my lyrics that will be played at my funeral one day and for now, give me the last little bit of motivation to try and stand up, once again.
"At last we meet again, dear God
Hear the angels sing
The funerals are nicer when we know you're there
When the angels sing
Sometimes
I try so hard
To understand
The things you do
I like to question you
When it all comes down
Hear the angels sing
Stand up strong
Feel the pain
When the angels sing
Love
And death
Don't mean a thing
Till the angels sing
The prisoners pray when they're on to death row
When the angels sing
The junky
Cries for love but it's all run out
When the angels sing
The sins
Of the world
And it's cold on the streets
And you're all alone
And the tears
They start to fall
When it all comes down
Hear the angels sing
Stand up strong
Feel the pain
When the angels sing
Love
And death
Don't mean a thing
Till the angels sing
Little
By little
Day by day
I watch the children play
Cause life
And death
Don't mean a thing
Till the angels sing
When the angel of death comes to looking for me
Hear the angels sing
I hope I was everything I was supposed to be
When the angels sing
There's gotta be a heaven
Cause I've already done
My time in hell
And a little
Baby's born when it all comes down
Hear the angels sing
Stand up strong
Feel the pain
When the angels sing
Love
And death
Don't mean a thing
Till the angels sing
Little
By little
Day by day
I watch the children play
Cause life
And death
Don't mean a thing
Till the angels sing."
Tracy is bipolar. She has to have certain medications or she is not capable of making it through the day. Our lousy prescription insurance through Sprint requires us to use "Express Scripts" which is anything but that. She had faxed in, over three weeks ago, her prescriptions which she desperately needs to get through the day and to be able to stabilize her moods so she can function. Well, this company, which Sprint was dumb enough to hire, didn't send her medication and she ran out. As a result, she missed 2 1/2 days of work on top of all the time she has already missed because of the two car accidents and the resulting back pain and now they want to fire her. Funny thing is, Sprint is getting rid of that company and allowing us, next year, to use Walgreen's like normal human beings. Of course this isn't going to do us a damn bit of good now.
Motherfuckers. I swear, I want to go back to work right now, despite all the pain and everything else, just to make them pay. For any of you who have Sprint, now is the time to jump ship. If you were considering switching to Sprint, think twice.
And now my lyrics that will be played at my funeral one day and for now, give me the last little bit of motivation to try and stand up, once again.
"At last we meet again, dear God
Hear the angels sing
The funerals are nicer when we know you're there
When the angels sing
Sometimes
I try so hard
To understand
The things you do
I like to question you
When it all comes down
Hear the angels sing
Stand up strong
Feel the pain
When the angels sing
Love
And death
Don't mean a thing
Till the angels sing
The prisoners pray when they're on to death row
When the angels sing
The junky
Cries for love but it's all run out
When the angels sing
The sins
Of the world
And it's cold on the streets
And you're all alone
And the tears
They start to fall
When it all comes down
Hear the angels sing
Stand up strong
Feel the pain
When the angels sing
Love
And death
Don't mean a thing
Till the angels sing
Little
By little
Day by day
I watch the children play
Cause life
And death
Don't mean a thing
Till the angels sing
When the angel of death comes to looking for me
Hear the angels sing
I hope I was everything I was supposed to be
When the angels sing
There's gotta be a heaven
Cause I've already done
My time in hell
And a little
Baby's born when it all comes down
Hear the angels sing
Stand up strong
Feel the pain
When the angels sing
Love
And death
Don't mean a thing
Till the angels sing
Little
By little
Day by day
I watch the children play
Cause life
And death
Don't mean a thing
Till the angels sing."