Defining Moments of My Life
don't let em hold you down

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don't let em hold you down
07.08.03 11:32 p.m.

My students talked me into trying to get a Gold Card today. The Gold Card is like medicaid for Houston. I found a clinic, wasn't the right clinic, I found the right clinic and they told me I had to go to a clinic in my home county. The clinic I was referred to is near our apartment so I wasn't that pissed. Then they told me they were a pediatric clinic only. OK... so they give me a number to call of a place about 20 miles away, I call them and they say that they'll mail me an application for medical services. AN APPLICATION... oh... kayyy. Then she tells me to gather my light bills and proof of income to bring to the interview along with the application that will be mailed to me. Interview... oh... kayyy. I tell her I have no income "What do you mean you have no income?" "I'm an AmeriCorps volunteer, I work for a scholarship." "well you need to have SOME income to come to this clinic." I say "Well the scholarship must be claimed on taxes as income" "It doesn't count, you need to have a pay check." "So what happens if I don't?" "You can't come to this clinic." "OK... what do I do?" She says there is a health clinic even FURTHER away for homeless people. She says she'll make me an appointment for an interview to deem me as an indigent. She said that that clinic serves "the classically indigent". I said "So you mean because I'm not begging for change on the I10 feeder road that I won't qualify?" She says "Something like that... but I'll mail you out the application anyway. Your appointment is set for August 11, 10am" I say "I'll be dead by then." She says "Well I can't help you."

fucken cunt

After al that shit I was pretty much flipping out. My hearing has gone out to the point where if I'm not facing people they sound like Charlie Brown's teacher. It's like being underwater. And it hurts. My chest has sort of cleared up, but everything has moved to my sinuses. Fuck it, I went to the emergency room. One of my students told me not to take an ID, and to give them a fake name. I was prepared to do this but they had signs all over that said you had to have a picture ID in order to be seen. I figure that's against some law but I wasn't in the mood to demand justice. After an hour and a half in the waiting room I checked back at registration and the woman said she'd called my name twice already, the first time being 5 minutes after my arrival. I told them I was having trouble hearing.

fucken cunt

I got into the actual ER at 5, didn't get discharged until 8:30. There were about 50 patients, people were STANDING. There were 2 real doctors and about 15 student-doctors. Nothing like a second semester med student trying to draw SEVEN viles of blood. "Man, you definitely couldn't ever become a heroin addict with veins like these hahaha."

fucken cunt

I was technically discharged at 6:30 but then there was a shift change and then they student-doctors had to do rounds and then I had to argue about not getting a prescription for an inhaler, which still didn't get me an inhaler, though they did write me a prescription for Allegra. Yeah, I'm glad I got an allergy medication for god damn mother fucking bronchitis! AND IT COST $82!!! $82 for Allegra! I wasn't going to get it but a)it contained a decongestant and b)I don't plan on paying any portion of the bill anyway so fuck em, fuck em all... fucken cunts!

On a good note, it seems Az has put me in her porno! It was boud to happen, I'm named after a porn star after all....

check out the tagline for that movie. And the date it came out, which was the year I was born....


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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