Bizarre (I spelled it right today) Quiz of the Day





Which isn't really a shocker, I suppose. I kind of think I'm more Jonatha Brooke, but hey. She's one woman, not a band, I guess.

RANTS

No offense to anyone, but I loathe anything to do with hospitals. Now, I'm not saying we don't need them, we most certainly do. We need doctors and nurses, and everyone works very hard and learns very hard to become those really necessary things. I have the utmost respect for anyone who can look and vomit and go, "WOW." However...

I was really sick yesterday. I have no idea what it was. I was working merrily along when, for no apparent reason, I was siezed with horrible, white-hot shafts of pain in my intestines. It was menstrual cramps on steroids, and I could barely MOVE it was so bad. Now, I don't have a car and both the boys were home. So, ordering them around, I called on my boss for help. This was after an hour of grappling with it, writhing around, popping aspirin and pamprin, and slow measured breathing. None of which made a *snap* of difference.

So, she suggests I call a nurse and get advice. You know, cause they sometimes say, "Well, it could be XXXX, but give it an hour." My nurse said, come to the ER. Sighing, I called my boss again, and she came over and got me. But we chose to go to an "Urgent Care Clinic", which is less than an ER (and usually cheaper) but not a doctor.

Well, I don't have insurance. My DH does, my kids do, but I don't. I fall through the cracks of this life in this respect. The DH can't add me to his insurance at work, because we'd be out a whole lot of much needed money for our nearly-poverty level existance. I can't get on the state's insurance, because I "could" get on his insurance and we make too much money (ha) to qualify. The entire money issue also prevents me from getting insurance of my own. So, I try not to get sick. HA.

Anyhow, we go to the Urgent care clinic. This involves a half-hour of driving, since neither Milady (the boss) or I have any idea where one of these near my house. We go in, my cramps have lessened a LOT since they began, but I'm still having trouble walking, straightening up, breathing, all that...and ask what we'll have to do to be seen. "Well," the flowered-printed nurse says, "it starts at $97. Then, depending on testing, x-rays, medication and whatever else, it goes up." I have like $50 bucks in the house, the DH gets paid next Thursday. "Uh, yeah." We exit, stage right, bent over.

Choosing not to go to the actual ER, because I know how bad that will be, we return to Milady's house. She leaves for an appointment she had and I yak it up with her husband, my other boss David, about a variety of topics, including his happy birthday today (well, yesterday now). By the time I return home, I'm not fine, but I'm not as bad as I had been. I didn't take any more medication, either. I still feel kind of crampy, but I'm hoping time and some 'body flushing' will relieve whatever the heck is going on.

But yeesh, what if I'd had a collapse or something? And what if these cramps aren't like "constipation", but an indication of like uteran cancer? How will I know? Well, I'm on a crusade for some health care, now. I just can't do this anymore. It's too stressful, to say the very least.

RAVES

Shameless self-promotion today. First, I made an Amazon Exchange site. Then, I made a new FREE webset. I guess I'm in a RED mood. Then I went and joined the Realm of Redheads. It's a ME kind of weekend, I guess.

Got a few minutes? Why not answer the FUM at Toasted Cheese? Don't have to be a member, and this week's questions were all created by yours truly. Told you it was a ME kind of weekend.

If you haven't already done so, why not drop by my new Tutorials page, too? There's some good advice there. No? Well, you can always apply for an award.

One rave about NOT ME....My son Matthew, 11, started learning Tae Qwon Do this week. He's a natural, and has decided to be a teacher of it when he grows up. He's had TWO lessons. Master Choi, an ex-Olympian, even gave Matthew some personal instruction yesterday. It was all very exciting.


Until next time, keep your sword sharp and your bow strung! Herete!