I am still very busy these days, and it takes me a couple hours to write a blog post sometimes, which is one of the reasons I don't get a chance to post that often anymore. I'd like to say that spring is finally here, but since it is only 30 degrees at the moment, it will probably be a little late this year. I'm so sick of the cold.
Speaking of sick, (not that I am, mind you) since my last job only lasted 4 or 5 months, and I paid for insurance that I never used, I decided that this time, I would use it right away, just in case.
The first stop was the regular doctor (I haven't see one since I
have been in Kansas, at least three years going on forever.) All I
wanted was a prescription for my thyroid medicine. That's it. But of
course, they have to take a blood test, and while they are in there
they will test for every disease known to man, and then tell you that
you have half of them and then write you a slew of prescriptions. The
medical establishment and the pharmaceutical companies are the enemy,
so I'll just wander into their camp and say Hey, here I am. It's a
nightmare.
After stating unequivocally that I just want a
prescription for thyroid, refusing to answer a good portion of the
medical history questions (my data is worth more than gold baby),
that she can prescribe cholesterol medicine all day long – I wont
take it, and don't even try to write a script for the rat poison they
call Vitamin D, I agreed to take the labs. She was very unhappy with
the fact that I'd been taking donated levothyroxine of various
strengths for the last several years. Well, that source was drying up
anyway, hence my need to get a real prescription. Maybe now a days,
after being poisoned since birth, we literally can't survive without
a pill of some sort. I don't know. I did agree to addressing some of
my other higher lab numbers. We'll see how it all works out in the
end.
By the time I had to go to the Eye Doctor, I was in no
mood to answer any more personal questions. Did you know that if you
ever say you are depressed to a doctor, it NEVER comes off your
medical record? It is there for the rest of your life, even if you
are now the happiest person on earth.
On the initial
paperwork, I left almost all of it blank, including my social
security number. If they are going to use our info against us, I'm
going to make it very hard to come by. So I was especially annoyed by
the time the little assistant walked me back to the exam room to ask
more invasive questions. When she asked me if I smoked, I said, that
is not relevant to getting a pair of glasses. She started saying a
bunch of nonsense about its all about the total body, etc.
I
doubled down. I could see the drop down list of acceptable answers on
the computer, yet I just didn't want to answer. After an incredibly
long and painful silence, I finally said, “is patient refuses to
answer on the list?” She said, “Well, the doctor will want to
know this.” I answered, “I'm sure the doctor will deal.”
That
was the end of that I guess. Oh, and she was training a new assistant
at the time. Welcome to the new job sweet heart.
My eye
doctor herself was very nice and the exam was fairly uneventful. All
good. As I'm waiting in the lobby to pick out my frames, there was a
mother with her daughter who was getting her very first pair of
glasses. The daughter was only 5 or 6 years old. I over heard the
mother tell the little girl that her new glasses would protect her
from zombies.
As if I wasn't annoyed enough already. That was
the stupidest thing I had ever heard in my life. First of all why
does your 5 year old daughter even know about zombies! Second of all,
why would you lie to her like that? No pair of glasses, no matter how
thick, is going to protect her from zombies. You might as well have
said that Santa Claus is going to protect her from zombies. Sheesh!
It take at least a double tap, from what I hear.
I should be
able to pick up my new glasses in a couple weeks.
Anyways, I
gotta get back to my chores. I hope you all are doing well.
Take
care out there.
