once more
I have to bring back a tag I never thought I'd have to: "i might die soon". Well, soon-ish. This year.
That lovely tax bill that the Republicans pushed through had some healthcare clauses hiding among its various nefarious corporation-loving garbage. 20 states will cut Medicaid for a substantial percentage of people who rely on it. My state decided to be the first. Come July, I won't have insurance. And my medication is too fucking expensive to buy out of pocket.
So what do I do? I might blow through the couple thousand bucks I have saved up and go on a trip. May as well have an adventure before I kick the bucket. I found my bucket list from the last time it looked like I'd be buying the farm. My list of places to visit is a long one. Cairo, Vienna, Moscow, and places closer to home, like Chicago or NYC. Or maybe I ought to give all of the money to Ben's college fund.
In the meantime, I'll sit here like I always do. Alone. Reading, gaming. There's been more crying than usual, but it's January, so that's to be expected. I'll try (in vain) to sleep, wonder if I ate or if I dreamed that I did, and just... exist.
That lovely tax bill that the Republicans pushed through had some healthcare clauses hiding among its various nefarious corporation-loving garbage. 20 states will cut Medicaid for a substantial percentage of people who rely on it. My state decided to be the first. Come July, I won't have insurance. And my medication is too fucking expensive to buy out of pocket.
So what do I do? I might blow through the couple thousand bucks I have saved up and go on a trip. May as well have an adventure before I kick the bucket. I found my bucket list from the last time it looked like I'd be buying the farm. My list of places to visit is a long one. Cairo, Vienna, Moscow, and places closer to home, like Chicago or NYC. Or maybe I ought to give all of the money to Ben's college fund.
In the meantime, I'll sit here like I always do. Alone. Reading, gaming. There's been more crying than usual, but it's January, so that's to be expected. I'll try (in vain) to sleep, wonder if I ate or if I dreamed that I did, and just... exist.