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You make me sick
Jan. 7th, 2008 02:08 pmI slept for about ten hours last night. O.o I can only assume it is the culmination of never sleeping at a normal time and the monsters in my sinuses. But that's not the point.
Immediately upon waking I was attacked by the spastic whirlwind that is my father, who needed me to know right that minute that my latest attempt to get post-student health insurance had failed. Why? Because I'm a risk. Why am I a risk? Because I have ongoing conditions of anxiety, depression, and some kind of GI-heartburn-y-acidic thing.
Yeah.
Words can't express my rage at this. In a country where depression is a widely recognized illness, it's just too much to ask that people be given a little help to afford their medications. I'm not a fucking suicide risk. Sometimes I just feel interminably sad, and other days incredibly anxious. And I have heartburn! I'm not leprous, spewing green bacteria goo from every orifice, and I have an other wise clean bill of health. But because my brain not work so good and my stomach is a jerk, I can't have insurance. This is like the son of the awesome anger I had when I found out a number of my friends have/had to work through extreme sickness because they simply can't afford not to.
That's great.
And the best part is, there's nothing I can do in the whole goddamn scheme of things to change this at all. Fuck.
Immediately upon waking I was attacked by the spastic whirlwind that is my father, who needed me to know right that minute that my latest attempt to get post-student health insurance had failed. Why? Because I'm a risk. Why am I a risk? Because I have ongoing conditions of anxiety, depression, and some kind of GI-heartburn-y-acidic thing.
Yeah.
Words can't express my rage at this. In a country where depression is a widely recognized illness, it's just too much to ask that people be given a little help to afford their medications. I'm not a fucking suicide risk. Sometimes I just feel interminably sad, and other days incredibly anxious. And I have heartburn! I'm not leprous, spewing green bacteria goo from every orifice, and I have an other wise clean bill of health. But because my brain not work so good and my stomach is a jerk, I can't have insurance. This is like the son of the awesome anger I had when I found out a number of my friends have/had to work through extreme sickness because they simply can't afford not to.
That's great.
And the best part is, there's nothing I can do in the whole goddamn scheme of things to change this at all. Fuck.
