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I need a new life. I really do. I need the Doctor to show up on my street so I can start running and never look back.
I got a bill today. From the E.R. doctor who saw me. You know the one who saw me for less than two minutes in the waiting area and did her assessment right there in front of everyone while I sat in a chair whose prior occupant had come into the E.R. with TICKS. The one who I thought was helping me pick the cheapest option. $375. THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS. For two minutes of her time for the most uncomfortable and embarrassing exam anyone can possibly have. And THAT on top of the bill from the Hospital ITSELF.
It is cheaper TO DIE than to be helped. I should have stuck to my guns and just gone with the worst case scenario. At least then the bill would have been justified. I mean, when you stop breathing, you can at least apply for emergency insurance. I am fucking screwed.
Christmas is coming, I'm over 10K in debt, two years unemployed, Shiloh needs his meds, I owe practically everyone I know money on top of it. And no one wants to respect the fact that I have no life because I can't AFFORD one, ergo, there is something SERIOUSLY wrong with me. God, I just need to have a breakdown and get admitted to a hospital. Maybe then I'll find some peace.
I don't want to deal with any of it. But it sure as hell wants to haunt the fuck out of me. So, onward we drag ourself, and if we're lucky the crowd will stop jeering.
I got a bill today. From the E.R. doctor who saw me. You know the one who saw me for less than two minutes in the waiting area and did her assessment right there in front of everyone while I sat in a chair whose prior occupant had come into the E.R. with TICKS. The one who I thought was helping me pick the cheapest option. $375. THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS. For two minutes of her time for the most uncomfortable and embarrassing exam anyone can possibly have. And THAT on top of the bill from the Hospital ITSELF.
It is cheaper TO DIE than to be helped. I should have stuck to my guns and just gone with the worst case scenario. At least then the bill would have been justified. I mean, when you stop breathing, you can at least apply for emergency insurance. I am fucking screwed.
Christmas is coming, I'm over 10K in debt, two years unemployed, Shiloh needs his meds, I owe practically everyone I know money on top of it. And no one wants to respect the fact that I have no life because I can't AFFORD one, ergo, there is something SERIOUSLY wrong with me. God, I just need to have a breakdown and get admitted to a hospital. Maybe then I'll find some peace.
I don't want to deal with any of it. But it sure as hell wants to haunt the fuck out of me. So, onward we drag ourself, and if we're lucky the crowd will stop jeering.