1. i was hella sick and had to call out of work FOUR days in a row. Then I tried to go back and I only worked for an hour because I kept getting so dizzy I had to sit down on the floor to prevent falling over. During this time I had two doctor's visits and three perscriptions and my blood taken and an ex ray to see if I had pneumonia (I, shockingly, didn't). So far my oh so generous parents paid about $150 for the perscriptions. Why can't I spell that? 20 for the one that didn't work and $130 for the two that did.
2. My manager, who I defend to people cuz despite his faults I think he's a generally good guy, told me to my face he thought I was lying about this sickness. Me, who in my almost 6 month tenure there has never ever been late and before this episode called in ONCE. Me, who obsessively cleans and stocks during slow times when others fall asleep in the chair on the clock.
3. I just got a letter from HMS host, my official employer, informing me (it's quite confusing and my mom will have to read it) that I either didn't sign up for health insurance next year (I spent hours on it) OR I have been unqualified for not having enough hours. Because of the time I was sick.
4. The DOCTOR HIMSELF called my house at SIX PM on a day his office was CLOSED to tell me something was up with my blood work the last time I was in (for my terrible unidentified coughing up blood but not pneumonia illness) and that I NEED to come back to get my blood checked on again. He mentioned a white count being low. I know from my years of experience watching hospital shows that could be: AIDS or leukemia. I'm pretty sure I don't have AIDS cuz my gyno didn't mention it last time when I had to have a terribly painful procedure and I certainly haven't done anything risky since that. Which leaves leukemia (or something tv didn't educate me on) and now i WON'T HAVE HEALTH INSURANCE. I got my blood taken yesterday and if I don't hear from them by Monday or Tuesday then I'm probably fine. tick tock.
FUCK MY LIFE IN THE ASS WITH A GIANT CROWBAR
Before receiving this letter about my lack of insurance (I forgot to mention that I've been on my mom's but she took me off because I was gonna get it from HMS host. Btw, obama's plan doesn't help me out in this situation. Thanks. So glad I got you elected.) I was in a decent mood. I was gonna write and post a pic of my car and tell you guys about this student's endearing story and how my brother and I watch the wire constantly and how gross and DISGUSTING my seventeen year old cousin is. Hopefully I will calm down and post a happy post. We shall see.
and now my mom is pissed at me for saying that I am not qualified for a grown up job. Know who I got that from? THE MOTHERFUCKERS THAT WON'T HIRE ME BECAUSE THEY SAY I AM NOT QUALIFIED. I DID NOT PULL THIS OUT OF THE GODDAMN SKY MOM. And her going off on me that I need to call for an explanation of that weird ass letter. I AM THE RESPONSIBLE ONE. I ALWAYS DO THIS BORING BUT SUPPOSEDLY REALLY IMPORTANT SHIT. SO GET OFF MY DAMN BACK.
ReplyDeleteI could really use a friend right now.
wow i'm really sorry to hear that all this shit is happening to you. hope you get better soon and it isn't anything serious for your health.
ReplyDeleteShit, Rach...I'm really sorry to hear this :( I know it's impossible right now, but try not to think of the worst-case scenario. You may not have what they first thought it was (pneumonia) but that doesn't mean you have leukemia, either. They could be testing your blood for something as simple as an iron deficiency. Who knows. Anyways, that's my attempt to make you feel a little better while you wait, cause I know how much it sucks to wait and not know :(
ReplyDeleteWell I tried to be all "2011 HAS to be better. let's make it good" and went to work this morning after sleeping through the new year (no one wants to hang out with me anyway. except my cat). FUCKING AWFUL SO FAR. WORST DAY AT WORK EVER I HAD TO WORK WITH THE STUUUUUPID 18 YEAR OLD IDIOTS WHO ARE EPICALLY LAZY. THEY LITERALLY STOPPED WORKING AND FELL ASLEEP ON THE CLOCK. Ok i need to stop with the caps so i can cap for emphasis. And then I got out an HOUR late after my manager being a dick and my doing ALL THE WORK ALL DAY LONG when geraldine (sleeper) got off before me. seriously what the fuck is up with my awful life? I cried/yelled in my car all the way home.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate you guys trying to make me feel better. I'm less concerned about whatever I might have and more about the bills, I don't feel like I have cancer. But I didn't feel like I had a gyno disease earlier this year that they had to cut part of my cervix out for. So what do I know?
Like I said, thanks for trying to buck me up. If you don't mind I'd appreciate if you guys could keep it coming, so you don't read about my suicide in a DePauw email or anything