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vanillafluffyI've been stressed about a bunch of stuff over the last few days, which I haven't posted about because for one thing, weekend. Why cast a shadow over other people's weekends when it's nothing they can do anything about. Mondays, on the other hand, are generally crap, so why NOT post about all this crappy stuff?
Friday night, I got a call from Mb, who'd been hospitalized with chest pains. Supposedly, she needed a procedure, wwhich they were going to do today, but apparently decided at the last moment that no, her problem DIDN'T need the procedure, they're going to treat it with drugs. So I spent three days worrying about the procedure, which in fact they've been telling her she needs for months, and now I've got a sick feeling that the hospital has pulled this drug regimen out of its collective ass so as not to eat the cost of surgery on an uninsured patient.
This is on top of the interview I had yesterday afternoon. I didn't sleep much at all the night before and ended up skipping church (which wouldn't have been a big deal, except I'd signed up for hospitality before I knew about the interview---I called in, and someone covered for me, but add a helping of stress and guilt to the drama already in progress). Interview went okay, but the person I talked to says it's dependant on someone who may or may not be leaving.
I've paid the vital bills, now I have no cash, no income and my net/phone/cable will probably be gone within the week. I have a heat rash.
Why does life have to be so fucking COMPLICATED?!
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Friday night, I got a call from Mb, who'd been hospitalized with chest pains. Supposedly, she needed a procedure, wwhich they were going to do today, but apparently decided at the last moment that no, her problem DIDN'T need the procedure, they're going to treat it with drugs. So I spent three days worrying about the procedure, which in fact they've been telling her she needs for months, and now I've got a sick feeling that the hospital has pulled this drug regimen out of its collective ass so as not to eat the cost of surgery on an uninsured patient.
This is on top of the interview I had yesterday afternoon. I didn't sleep much at all the night before and ended up skipping church (which wouldn't have been a big deal, except I'd signed up for hospitality before I knew about the interview---I called in, and someone covered for me, but add a helping of stress and guilt to the drama already in progress). Interview went okay, but the person I talked to says it's dependant on someone who may or may not be leaving.
I've paid the vital bills, now I have no cash, no income and my net/phone/cable will probably be gone within the week. I have a heat rash.
Why does life have to be so fucking COMPLICATED?!
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