Clean
Received a disappointment today regarding my health care (I have no insurance, and haven't since I turned 18, because I'm not in college and/or mentally or physically handicapped) and found out I probably can't get a screening I (think I) need. Basically, it's available for super cheap right now, but because it was prescribed by an actual doctor for a specific reason (it's diagnostic, not just a regular screening) they won't give it to me for the cheap price. Because I'm not old enough for it to be considered a "regular" screening, and have a prescription with a purpose and not just a general "you should have this checked because everyone does".
I'm not super worried, because it's for something that hasn't really affected me at all since it started at, like, 16, and I've had the prescription since August of last year. And even WebMD is cautiously optimistic, there's only like a 20 percent chance I have cancer, which is big, for them. I'm just really, really disappointed that I can't find out once and for all whether or not something's wrong with me because I'm not old enough for a cheap one, and not rich enough to just do it on my own.
People opposed to universal healthcare, tell me why I'm not entitled to know what's wrong with my body. Note that I'm probably not actually listening, because you're all morons, and I don't care who this offends. I really don't. Don't even try to argue this with me.
I took my still-lingering headache and my disappointment, and we cleaned my bathroom. We scrubbed the floor and then stupidly stuck our fingers in bleach cleaner (note to self, your fingernails are not scrub brushes, and your fingers and palms are not rags) and then we took a shower and now we're sitting here with the lingering scent of lemon Lysol all-purpose disinfectant and soft-scrub (WITH BLEACH!!!) I put a fan in the bathroom and I'm in the living room, so I'm not sitting here getting high off of fumes. Clean is good.
Now I need hand lotion, something to eat, probably a nap (probably won't get one) and then I'll get started on dinner, I think. IDK.
Dannii Minogue is good to clean to. Most people put on dance music to dance, I put it on to scrub.
-1:40 PM
I'm not super worried, because it's for something that hasn't really affected me at all since it started at, like, 16, and I've had the prescription since August of last year. And even WebMD is cautiously optimistic, there's only like a 20 percent chance I have cancer, which is big, for them. I'm just really, really disappointed that I can't find out once and for all whether or not something's wrong with me because I'm not old enough for a cheap one, and not rich enough to just do it on my own.
People opposed to universal healthcare, tell me why I'm not entitled to know what's wrong with my body. Note that I'm probably not actually listening, because you're all morons, and I don't care who this offends. I really don't. Don't even try to argue this with me.
I took my still-lingering headache and my disappointment, and we cleaned my bathroom. We scrubbed the floor and then stupidly stuck our fingers in bleach cleaner (note to self, your fingernails are not scrub brushes, and your fingers and palms are not rags) and then we took a shower and now we're sitting here with the lingering scent of lemon Lysol all-purpose disinfectant and soft-scrub (WITH BLEACH!!!) I put a fan in the bathroom and I'm in the living room, so I'm not sitting here getting high off of fumes. Clean is good.
Now I need hand lotion, something to eat, probably a nap (probably won't get one) and then I'll get started on dinner, I think. IDK.
Dannii Minogue is good to clean to. Most people put on dance music to dance, I put it on to scrub.
-1:40 PM