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I’m pretty sick, turns out. My throat is burning, I’m like mainlining honey to keep from coughing and it’s hardly working. I gave up on cough syrup; it made me queasy and I had to take it once an hour for it to be any kind of effective. Plus I had a really bad migraine for about 10 hours that made me sleep for about 15. Needless to say, it’s been a pretty productive day. /sarcasm.
You know, sometimes I sort of wish I had health insurance, but because my dad still claims me as a dependent I don’t qualify for the state of PA’s discount insurance and I can’t afford the $100 or something dollars a month for even the lowest Blue Cross plans.
I really need a job, but every time I hunt in places I can actually GET to, I find nothing, and when I’m in places like the South Hills or Bethel Park, or hell, Chicago, I find tons.
Stupid ‘conomy.
The good news is, I DO have dental insurance (because apparently it’s stupidly cheap and my dad will pay for that even though I’ve been on planet Earth for 20 and a half years now and have never had a dental problem) and I need my bottom left molar pulled because it’s coming in crooky. I find this amazingly humourous because things like dental surgery are the things I’m crazy enough to do myself. Yes. I would find me a pair of pliers, soak ‘em in hydrogen peroxide and yoink my own tooth, but I would also sit in a waiting room for 45 minutes to have someone tell me to drink hot tea for my throat irritation. Blood? Blood doesn’t scare me. I will pull teeth, pop blisters, lance boils, pierce ears, tend burns, and sew stitches. Cooties do. I will brush my teeth every time I go to the bathroom, wash my hands before, during and after cooking, clean my cat’s litter box far more than necessary and all of those boils I lanced, blisters I’ve popped, ears I’ve pierced, burns I’ve tended and stitches I’ve sewn will receive Neosporin three times a day, be kept dry, be bandaged every 48 hours for every 12 hours they are unbandaged and at the first sign of infection will be doused in hydrogen peroxide.
AND HOLY CRAP THAT CRAZY BITCH FROM THE X-FILES IS THAT BLONDE LADY ON NCIS HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?
Hey, you guys, remember when the X-Files was on like, all the time? That was awesome.
Also, I’ve finally caught up on about 6 pages of LJ entries, and I’ll try to keep up from now on.
Alright, that’s really all for now. I’m gonna go gargle with, um, everything, and try to get some sleep.
You know, sometimes I sort of wish I had health insurance, but because my dad still claims me as a dependent I don’t qualify for the state of PA’s discount insurance and I can’t afford the $100 or something dollars a month for even the lowest Blue Cross plans.
I really need a job, but every time I hunt in places I can actually GET to, I find nothing, and when I’m in places like the South Hills or Bethel Park, or hell, Chicago, I find tons.
Stupid ‘conomy.
The good news is, I DO have dental insurance (because apparently it’s stupidly cheap and my dad will pay for that even though I’ve been on planet Earth for 20 and a half years now and have never had a dental problem) and I need my bottom left molar pulled because it’s coming in crooky. I find this amazingly humourous because things like dental surgery are the things I’m crazy enough to do myself. Yes. I would find me a pair of pliers, soak ‘em in hydrogen peroxide and yoink my own tooth, but I would also sit in a waiting room for 45 minutes to have someone tell me to drink hot tea for my throat irritation. Blood? Blood doesn’t scare me. I will pull teeth, pop blisters, lance boils, pierce ears, tend burns, and sew stitches. Cooties do. I will brush my teeth every time I go to the bathroom, wash my hands before, during and after cooking, clean my cat’s litter box far more than necessary and all of those boils I lanced, blisters I’ve popped, ears I’ve pierced, burns I’ve tended and stitches I’ve sewn will receive Neosporin three times a day, be kept dry, be bandaged every 48 hours for every 12 hours they are unbandaged and at the first sign of infection will be doused in hydrogen peroxide.
AND HOLY CRAP THAT CRAZY BITCH FROM THE X-FILES IS THAT BLONDE LADY ON NCIS HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?
Hey, you guys, remember when the X-Files was on like, all the time? That was awesome.
Also, I’ve finally caught up on about 6 pages of LJ entries, and I’ll try to keep up from now on.
Alright, that’s really all for now. I’m gonna go gargle with, um, everything, and try to get some sleep.