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My mother is hard-core fundy freepazoid. Just six weeks ago she called my doctor, claiming I was demon-possessed. Today she was so proud of Ah-nuld for repealing the car tax. She said, "Governor Schwarzenegger gave you $100 today."
Oh yeah? How about my social worker that was laid off because the Rethugs pulled the plug? What about the shitty health care service I'm getting. I spent all day yesterday at clinics. Last night I found out that the prescription I called in a week ago--my pain script, mind you--had been faxed to some doctor I'd never heard of in a clinic I'd never been to. Today I called the pharmacy and three medical clinics to try to get things cleared up. I was told, "Nothing can be done about it. Your primary care physician is on vacation and Dr. E and Dr. G won't fill it."
What the fuckin' hell? I lay in pain most of the morning, tears streaming down my face.
Also, because I'm on Medi-Cal, I can only choose from shitty doctors. I need neck surgery, but I'm terrified to let one of these cretins cut into my neck. I want Dr. Grant in Pleasanton to do the surgery, but he doesn't take Medi-Cal. Also, if I get into trouble emotionally, I will get shipped right back here to TGH because it's the only hospital that will accept Medi-Cal and it sucks.
It shouldn't be this way. It doesn't have to be this way.
So, should I thank Ah-nuld for the $100?
Another thing my mother said made my mouth drop open: "Rush Limbaugh's back troubles and troubles getting his medicines have made me understand you better." Or did she say it the other way around (i.e. my problems have made her understand Rush better)? Does it even matter?
Is there a place where a person can adopt a new family?
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