Days till Our Thanksgiving: 5
Days till Thanksgiving: 16
Okay, so perhaps I don't have strep, perhaps I just have a flair for the dramatics, but I certainly feel like I am about to keel over and drop dead from some kind of damning illness. While I was rebounding nicely from my epic battle with the flu, it turns out that it was merely the calm before the next round of storms. I'm debating whether or not I should just rip my throat out and call it a day, or leap from the window and put a definite end to my misery.
Actually, scratch that last thought. I want to be cryogenically frozen (with my dog, Jazz) and thawed out when our species has become immortal, or at least lives for longer than an average of 80-odd years. Much better.
I really should go to the doctor's and get a strep and mono test done (not that I particularly think it's either, as I have no other symptoms whatsoever besides a sore throat, and when I actually did have mono, believe you me, I was well aware of it. Mostly because I kept falling asleep in class, or on the shuttle to the Mount Vernon campus, or in the middle of the sidewalk. Whatever.) I was exposed to infectious mononucleosis last May when someone decided it would be a good idea to give me their unfinished beer after knowing they had mono, but that was eons and ages ago, and while I may be an incubator for many things, I don't think it could've been prowling around for that long and only now rearing its ugly head.
The only thing keeping me from going to the doctor is that - oh yeah! - I don't have health insurance. I have to wait 90 days for it to kick in, which means it should start on Christmas Eve, and by then I'll either no longer be sick, or I'll be, you know, dead. I'm rather afraid that if I go to the doctor they'll be like, "Damn! You have Infectious Monostreppasaurus Pox, which means you need surgery and chemotherapy and aromatherapy, which means you'll be dealing with this for the next year!" and so come December I'll have a preexisting condition, and my new health insurance will gleefully deny coverage for me in regards to it.
Fuck the healthcare system. Where's Michael Moore and his entourage of documentary cameras when you need them?
Days till Thanksgiving: 16
Okay, so perhaps I don't have strep, perhaps I just have a flair for the dramatics, but I certainly feel like I am about to keel over and drop dead from some kind of damning illness. While I was rebounding nicely from my epic battle with the flu, it turns out that it was merely the calm before the next round of storms. I'm debating whether or not I should just rip my throat out and call it a day, or leap from the window and put a definite end to my misery.
Actually, scratch that last thought. I want to be cryogenically frozen (with my dog, Jazz) and thawed out when our species has become immortal, or at least lives for longer than an average of 80-odd years. Much better.
I really should go to the doctor's and get a strep and mono test done (not that I particularly think it's either, as I have no other symptoms whatsoever besides a sore throat, and when I actually did have mono, believe you me, I was well aware of it. Mostly because I kept falling asleep in class, or on the shuttle to the Mount Vernon campus, or in the middle of the sidewalk. Whatever.) I was exposed to infectious mononucleosis last May when someone decided it would be a good idea to give me their unfinished beer after knowing they had mono, but that was eons and ages ago, and while I may be an incubator for many things, I don't think it could've been prowling around for that long and only now rearing its ugly head.
The only thing keeping me from going to the doctor is that - oh yeah! - I don't have health insurance. I have to wait 90 days for it to kick in, which means it should start on Christmas Eve, and by then I'll either no longer be sick, or I'll be, you know, dead. I'm rather afraid that if I go to the doctor they'll be like, "Damn! You have Infectious Monostreppasaurus Pox, which means you need surgery and chemotherapy and aromatherapy, which means you'll be dealing with this for the next year!" and so come December I'll have a preexisting condition, and my new health insurance will gleefully deny coverage for me in regards to it.
Fuck the healthcare system. Where's Michael Moore and his entourage of documentary cameras when you need them?
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