And just went I thought I was at the tail end of the flu–bam–it all came back last night. Not the astronomic temperature, but definitely the constant state of freezing chills that have me heating my home office to Mexican beach front property in the summer temperatures. Plus my lower back/ribs are fucked up again, inflammation taking its toll all the while I know another course of Prednisone would probably put a stop to that in a couple of days. Fucking doctors.
Yeah, you heard me say that. I don’t have much trust in them. Too many bad experienced. And generally, they’re so hog tied by the weaknesses in the American health care system that even if they do care and do want to help their employers, their lawyers, etc., etc., get smack in the way. Frankly, I believe we should be able to order our own tests if we know what we’re doing. I mean, I don’t have a degree in medicine, but I’m pretty sure if I wasted my time and money going to see a doctor they’d say, “I’ve ordered an x-ray of your blah, blah, blah,” and for me to do that I’d just need to do my research to determine what to replace “blah, blah, blah” with and order the test. Anyway, I’m just griping because having the flu sucks on it’s own, but combined with this and my other health issues + our dysfunctional health care I’m at a loss.
Pretty sure if I won the lottery I wouldn’t be in this boat anymore.
Onto other things, did a full day of work, still online waiting to talk to someone in India once they get on, after which I’m going to make some soup for dinner (don’t feel hungry, but need to keep something in my system). Next two days are going to be pretty damn busy (compared to average weeks) so I’m glad I took Thursday and Friday off. Looking forward to getting out taking photographs those two days, though I’m potentially going to do a run to a police station 20 miles away as they’ve spent three months ignoring a hit and run I reported and spent countless hours on the phone trying to get some action on (figure if I stand in their lobby demanding something occur). Been avoiding dealing with them for months because those first few weeks I was shocked by their general incompetence, mostly in the form of my case officer who told me things that were demonstrably false and has since ignored every phone call message and e-mail from me (they’ve all been short and extraordinarily polite). Honestly, though, if it weren’t for my damn health I think I just need to spend an evening at a strip club drinking whiskey and talking to pretty girls who pretend to enjoy my company (a feeling I’ve more or less forgotten) followed by an uber to a hotel where I’d watch tv and fall asleep. However: 1) I’m no longer a young man, 2) I’ve afraid to be in social situations where I’m treated like I’m special (the danger being it forces me to contrast the experience with my day to day life), and 3) I’d prefer spending the money on cameras, camera equipment, and film developing, things that, while not as physically or emotionally recharging as a pretty girl treating me like I’m the bees knees, is actually long term. Sadly, I don’t think anyone’s going to care about my photos after I die—but that’s another thing.
Gotta run, it’s about time India’ll be calling.
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