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Jul. 11th, 2003 01:40 pmExercises in frustration. Everyone has them; it seems part and parcel to living. But sometimes they cross the line into 'essentials', and then the fecal matter -REALLY- hits the rotating oscillator...
This morning, fully aware that I was in severe (even for me) pain, that I'd had no sleep, and that I was 'looking forward' to another day wasted at MVA trying to straighten out the insurance issues they're trying to fine us a whopping $7000 (and snatched the state tax refund over).... Megan decided to announce that there was no money to put in the prescription for my patch.
My Duragesic patch.
The one medication that has -any- effect on the pain, that I'm nearly out of. The one with the REALLY nasty withdrawal. The argument cycled up into a full on meltdown in less than ten minutes; she didn't care much for my 'I don't care WHAT bounces, I'm filling the prescription' attitude. She's still giving me the icy treatment, but I meant what I said. In the face of the unmitigated pain, even MY caregiver instincts shut down; bouncing a mortgage payment is trivial compared to the fact that unmoderated pain levels were what caused my strokes.
I'm not ready OR willing to pass on, yet. I've things that I need to do yet, and that's that. The 'script costs a cool $165 every 15 days... by now, I would've thought it would be in the blasted budget already.
There ends the morning rant. 'm sorry, I needed to vent that before it ate what's left of my soul.
In much brighter news, I've picked up another new reader (*waves* 'alo!), and I did manage to get some cleaning done last night while the insomnia had me. And the DSL's working again, for the moment. That's cheery. Laundry's rolling; I've another two loads to get done tonight before we can (oh joy, oh rapture) do the drive up to New Jersey to see the in-laws. Or rather, for Megan to see them, and for me to hide in the room so that her father and extended family can pretend I don't exist. I'll have the laptop, so it's not that big a deal, I guess.
The mess with MVA is now straightened out. In roughly 4-6 weeks they'll be returning the money they >stole< from me by intercepting my state tax refund. Considering the refund was intercepted in May for an account that was closed last August, I don't believe that 'theft' is too strong a tag for it. But it cost Megan a half day of pay (and two days of frustration for me) to sort it out.
*peers at the clock and freaks* Ack! I'm late! Got to run!
~e-chan
This morning, fully aware that I was in severe (even for me) pain, that I'd had no sleep, and that I was 'looking forward' to another day wasted at MVA trying to straighten out the insurance issues they're trying to fine us a whopping $7000 (and snatched the state tax refund over).... Megan decided to announce that there was no money to put in the prescription for my patch.
My Duragesic patch.
The one medication that has -any- effect on the pain, that I'm nearly out of. The one with the REALLY nasty withdrawal. The argument cycled up into a full on meltdown in less than ten minutes; she didn't care much for my 'I don't care WHAT bounces, I'm filling the prescription' attitude. She's still giving me the icy treatment, but I meant what I said. In the face of the unmitigated pain, even MY caregiver instincts shut down; bouncing a mortgage payment is trivial compared to the fact that unmoderated pain levels were what caused my strokes.
I'm not ready OR willing to pass on, yet. I've things that I need to do yet, and that's that. The 'script costs a cool $165 every 15 days... by now, I would've thought it would be in the blasted budget already.
There ends the morning rant. 'm sorry, I needed to vent that before it ate what's left of my soul.
In much brighter news, I've picked up another new reader (*waves* 'alo!), and I did manage to get some cleaning done last night while the insomnia had me. And the DSL's working again, for the moment. That's cheery. Laundry's rolling; I've another two loads to get done tonight before we can (oh joy, oh rapture) do the drive up to New Jersey to see the in-laws. Or rather, for Megan to see them, and for me to hide in the room so that her father and extended family can pretend I don't exist. I'll have the laptop, so it's not that big a deal, I guess.
The mess with MVA is now straightened out. In roughly 4-6 weeks they'll be returning the money they >stole< from me by intercepting my state tax refund. Considering the refund was intercepted in May for an account that was closed last August, I don't believe that 'theft' is too strong a tag for it. But it cost Megan a half day of pay (and two days of frustration for me) to sort it out.
*peers at the clock and freaks* Ack! I'm late! Got to run!
~e-chan
